Chapter Thirteen

Olivia's breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon the figure standing before her. It was him, Azazel, the man she had been dreaming about for months. He exuded a captivating aura, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His chiseled jawline and piercing dark eyes were as alluring as ever, and his wavy hair fell perfectly in place, as if it had been carefully arranged by a skilled hairstylist. He was dressed in a finely tailored tuxedo that hugged his body in all the right places, emphasizing his broad shoulders and trim waist. The shoes he wore were so polished that they shone like precious opals in the dim light. As he flashed her a charming smile, Olivia felt her heart skip a beat, and she struggled to steady her breathing.

He was handsome, but not like a model or anything. There was a ruggedness to him. His eyes were a dark almond shape. His eyebrows wagged up and down as if dancing to some unheard music.The man standing before her was indeed Azazel, looking as handsome a