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I grab her wrist and pull her with me.
“Vio, no.” She realizes what I’m doing. “¡Te juro por Dios que no estoy preparada!”
“Xavier,” I call out to him.
He turns around and sees me dragging Cleo along with me. I said hi to him before Cleo and Chanel got here by car an hour after I left for the hotel. We only said our hellos with his girlfriend on his arm. To say I was mad would be an understatement. These whole two hours I’ve been hanging with Ale and Luca, watching their love-infested lives with admiration and awkwardness.
“Sparkles!” he shouts, and she visibly cringes at the endearment.
Looks like I won’t have to embarrass her. Xavier will do it simply by being him.
God, he’s so adorable.
We’re now standing fully in front of the two men. Xavier doesn’t hesitate to launch himself to hug her.
Exodus, with his dark hair, sharp jawline, and scruff, watches their interactions with curiosity.
His dark, perfectly styled hair frames his face with a sense of sophistication. The way it falls effortlessly across his forehead adds a touch of allure to his overall appearance.
His gaze is intense and penetrating, drawing you in and making it hard to look away.
“Xavier,” she tells him through gritted teeth, nerves getting the best of her.
“How has my crazy little heathen been?” he questions.
She blushes. “Not crazy, creative.” Cleo goes out of her way to correct him.
Exodus’s lips curve up gently, revealing a row of pearly white teeth that seem to shine. It’s a smile that can light up a room and make you feel instantly at ease. But when he isn’t smiling, he looks serious and critical. It almost sends a chill up my spine.
“Oh, sorry, Miss Little Glitter Pants.” Xavier’s words make her cover her face in embarrassment.
I observe Exodus as he witnesses their interaction.
The contours of his face are sharp yet gentle, creating a harmonious balance. His cheekbones are pronounced, adding a touch of refinement to his overall visage.
While his facial features alone are undeniably attractive, it’s his overall presence that truly captivates. Exodus possesses a certain charisma that can’t be easily described. It’s a combination of confidence, elegance, and a hint of mischief that sets him apart in a crowd.
Overall, from an onlooker’s perspective, he’s a man blessed with an abundance of natural beauty. His features come together to create a face that is both strikingly handsome and captivatingly charismatic, leaving a lasting impression on anyone lucky enough to witness it.
I get why Cleo’s obsessed; if Xavier wasn’t the hottest person alive, I would definitely crush on that.
Xavier notices Exodus’s presence once she covers her face in embarrassment. “Oh, Cleo, this is Exodus Wolf, the world-renowned painter and judge on the most-viewed makeup reality TV show of the century.” Xavier and his dramatics. I swear it’s going to be the death of me.
“She knows,” I chime in.
Cleo instantly turns around to give me a death glare. I stifle the giggle that threatens to leave my lips.
Xavier looks at me interested and I just smile.
“It’s nice to meet you. Xavier didn’t have to go out of his way to give you the details.” Exodus extends his hand for her to shake it. His accent is posh, and I can already tell that he’s very British.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” She shakes his hand, avoiding eye contact.
“Cleo right here is the future of makeup; you might have already seen her social media,” Xavier tells him.
“No, I haven’t seen your work. Maybe you could apply as a contestant on the show. We’re always looking for new talent.”
“Yea,” Cleo says awkwardly, her voice shaky.
