RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE
“Ah, sweet love.”
Jamie was in his element. The moment he saw the limousine minutes ago, it seemed as though he had stepped into a balmy Seychelles night, he felt like Beyoncé at the Grammys. “I could live here,” he had said to no one in particular, dragging his rolling suitcase with the flair of a runway model. His eyes sparkled, catching reflections of the decorative lights outside the resort’s entrance.
Shortly after Tessa hung up, Jamie whipped up his his phone again, pulling her and Camila together for a few selfie shorts, recording a short I*******m story with a caption that read: “Touchdown in Paradise, bitches! #VacationMode”