Lies And Betrayal
“Not here. My suite. Five minutes.”
Karen offered a small, triumphant smile, the 'tantrum' immediately replaced by cold satisfaction. She climbed out of the water, dripping and magnificent, retrieving her linen dress without haste. The magenta bikini and the powerful visual were imprinted on Rahul’s mind, forcing his surrender.-----Karen’s suite was a sanctuary of controlled luxury, the cool air conditioning a sharp contrast to the heat outside. The moment Rahul entered, Karen was already shedding her wet clothes with a decisive, unhurried ease. She stripped off the bikini bottoms, tossing them carelessly onto the silk rug, followed by the top, which joined the pile.
She stood before him, co
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