CHAPTER 6

Rafael's Point Of View

It is already three-thirty in the morning. I have not slept yet. I don't have insomnia, but I couldn't even nap.

The Fashion event will happen later, and I should be in my best condition. I should have appropriately slept, but I stared at the ceiling all night. I can't get her face out of my mind, especially her smile–that woman.

How she formed her sultry lips into a gorgeous smile in front of that guy she was with, how I wish I were the reason.

Her perfectly heart-shaped face, those bloodshot eyes, and those kissable lips that every time I have the opportunity to kiss, I would do it.

To this day, I wonder why I can't approach and talk to her. I felt I was constantly losing myself just by looking at her beauty.

It was easy for me to approach and talk to women. With just one look and smile, I don't need to do anything because the woman will come to me on their own.

I don't know why I feel different every time I see her. All my expert moves regarding women