Christian Ace was a man of every woman's dreams. He was sinister, hot and someone who would seduce you into doing things one would wish they never did.
He parked his sports car and stepped out like some hot film star. He was wearing black jeans with a dark tucked- in a golf shirt with black sneakers and sunglasses.
Whatever he did with his hair had people turning to watch him. Especially women giggling shyly, Isabella was no different because she kept on gasping.
“Now that's a man Shania…damn hot,” Isabella whispered mischievously while tapping me on the shoulder, but I shrugged her off and focused my eyes on something else. He walked to us and took off his sunglasses.
“Hello, did I miss anything?” He asked with a charming smile, although he was looking at Shawn and Isabella.
