But they didn't care about it, except that it only made things more intense for them. Ricky made the first move, making to quickly unbutton her shirt, and when he saw how time consuming that was, he resorted to the second method he had mastered the craft of. He created a little space between them and before she could know what was in his mind, he placed both of his hands on the top of the shirt and pulled, in one swift motion succeeding in having the buttons of the shirt split in two and falling on their trousers."Ricky freaking Mears! How will I get back to the hotel without my shirt?" She turned to stare at the precious buttons destroyed by his hands. Was he a caveman?He waved it away as if it were an annoying fly, and proceeded to completely remove the already soaking shirt from her body. "I'll carry you.""All the way to the hotel?" She looked mortified, like she still had difficulty believing that had just happened.

"You get Annabelle to distract her, I walk up to her and use my charms on her. During that time, you use the opportunity to explain to Miss Perfect that you didn't do it intentionally, she accepts, you make out, the end." Feeling accomplished, Jason took a long gulp of his wine, and sat satisfactorily.Ricky tsked, having the urge to knock Jason directly in the brain. "I wonder how you run your company with that shallow mindedness. Why don't you add 'And they will live happily ever after,' since this is a fairy tale. Be real man."Jason took another swig of the blue wine, staring blankly into space as though it held the answer to what they were looking for. In the background of the resort bar where they had sat all evening played a soft Arabian music, blending into their thoughts. "Since you are looking down on my suggestion, what's your own plan?" Jason asked, suddenly rolling his seat to face Ricky. If only someone who knew

An evening shower was the best way of earning the relaxation one rightfully deserved after an entire day of playing mannequin and striking different poses while riding on a horse as stubborn as a mule and working with a photographer as lewd as a 15th century French, and Jade ensured she made the best of it. She lay in the bath tub, underneath a bubble bath enriched with eau de cologne and the best smelling shower gel and other products. With her head thrown back, she ran her fingers through the foamy liquid, closing her eyes as the sweet spices which filled the bathroom embraced her nostrils. Her foamy fingers and red polished fixed nails reminded her of a particular movie she enjoyed and she smiled, letting the soft background Celine Dion track drown her as she picked the glass of 'Chateau Lafite 1787' red wine that stood proudly beside her head.The feeling of fantasy, broken only by the slow hum as she sang along with the artist made her feel serene, as though t

The brief walk to the resort gardens and fields, the concept for the day, was good for his mental health. He tried not to think of Jade as he walked, instead wondering the strategy to use for the next season's marketing. He had noticed before that the boxers he currently wore left marks on the waist after it was removed, and thought of an idea to propose to prevent it from having the same problem in their products the next season. Ricky didn't know whether to classify it as luck, but when he got to his destination, they were already through with the shoot and Jade was walking directly towards him, her hair dyed red and her face baked with makeup. He gazed at her as they drew nearer to each other, grateful that his sunshades gave him the luxury of emotionlessness. 'Ricky.' He had missed her voice, particularly when it called his name.'Jade.' He looked around for the dragon, wondering where she had gone. 'I was just on my way to your suite.'

Ricky smirked proudly, dropping beside Jade, and whispered, 'I'm fucking proud of you for that' in her ears. She blushed once again, which did not go unnoticed by Julia and Nona who teased them jokingly. 'But, what inspired you to stage such an act, Jules?' Ricky asked, opening the covered plates of fruit salad for himself and his partner.Julia cut her children's pineapples and water melon into smaller sizes as she replied. 'Jack and I took Nona and Grandpa for checkup today, and the inspiration hit me on our way back.' Jack was her husband who was a politician, Ricky whispered to Jade in explanation, both of them watching Julia explain as though she had just achieved something great and was holding an interview on T.V. 'Congratulations then, you succeeded in disrupting a modelling shoot.' Ricky lied in a bid to guilt trip his sister. Julia shrugged. 'Nothing is more important than family, Ricky. You should learn that, soon you'll marry and