The Billionaire's First Glance
Amelie giggled.
“I was. No turtle touches what is mine,” I chuckled and picked her up, placing her in my lap. “Mine.”
“I think you have possession issues,” Amelie laughed.
“No, I don’t. You are mine, that’s pretty simple,” I smirked.
“Hey, everyone, lunch is served by the bar,” Jake advised. “Come grab a plate and get some grub.”
We all headed inside and filled up our plates with fresh fruit, sushi, pastries, and mini sandwiches.
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