Beauty was something you had never lacked. You weren’t one of those beautiful women who had grown beautiful as they grew up or needed the assistance of makeup. You were a pure, stunning, genuine beauty, blessed by God himself. You’d never had any issue finding a man interested in you as any man with a pulse would go out with you in a heartbeat, however, those devoted little followers never served to pique your interest. You’d always preferred a bit of a challenge, and you’d recently found that. Through a mutual friend, you’d met a man named Alejandro. At first glance, he seemed to be the whole package, handsome, confident, tall, and a heart stopping smile, however, you could see straight through the facade he put up. At heart, you could tell he was the fixer-upper you’d been searching for, the perfect candidate. Therefore, you decided to hit on him, a simple flirtatious remark and a little caress of his bicep had been more than enough to make him melt.

“Dios mío… you’re.. you’re a vision. This isn’t a joke? Dios, dame fuerza..” He muttered, his voice quivering with pure, unadulterated attraction.