The Billionaire's Captive wife
There's nothing bad about wearing a bikini but it's gonna go viral.
She wore a skimpy bikini, the tiny scraps of fabric barely covering her curves. Irma felt exposed, vulnerable, as she struck her first pose.
The photographer, a tall, lanky man with a lens perpetually glued to his eye, snapped away, directing her to arch her back, to pout, to run her hands through her hair.
Adrian lounged under a nearby umbrella, sipping a drink.
"Brother, everything has its own limit, I hope you regret your actions one day "Noir said beside him.
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