Paradise Vacation For You Novels & Stories

Bree replied. Valerie felt a surge of relief. "So, now that we've confessed all our secrets, don't you think we should get ready?" Bree asked. "Excuse me?" Valerie replied. "To go to Paradise," Bree clarified. "Now that you've let the pussy out of the bag, there's no reason we can't go, is there?" "You still want to go?" Valerie asked in surprise. "Are you kidding," Bree said in an excited voice. "I wouldn't miss this for the world,"

⸻ Crystal-blue water. White sand beaches. Private staff. No media. No business calls. No board meetings. ⸻ Just paradise. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Then Maya screamed. ⸻ “Oh my God.” ⸻ Zara immediately grabbed the brochure. ⸻ “That place costs a fortune.” ⸻ Edward looked smug. ⸻ “It should.” ⸻ Aaron stared at the tickets. ⸻ Then at his grandfather. ⸻ “You booked our honeymoon?”

She glanced up, trying to catch Alaric’s attention as he focused on the documents spread out on his desk. “Alaric, look at this brochure,” she said enthusiastically, waving the paper in the air. “How about we go on vacation to LUX South Ari Atoll in the Maldives? Or, if you’re tired of the Maldives, you can suggest another place. Maybe we could add Velaa Private Island and Gstaad in Switzerland to our list, too.”

Endless Paradise, or just Paradise, was the place where all desires were free to come true. The most diverse clientele, from the wealthy tycoon elite to the most questionable workers in even more questionable industries, felt free to consume what they paid for. And they paid well. Very well indeed. But the issue here was the perspective of who was the product. You were no longer you, but an instrument, a doll made for the pleasure of whoever could get it. And no matter how disgusting or unreliable your client seemed, if they could afford it, "no" was not an option.

He jogged around the car and opened the driver's door before getting in. "Where are we going?" I asked as I saw him grin at me. "The Grand Paradise," He said, before starting up the car. "A dinner date. Cool." The Grand Paradise was a fine dine restaurant, just a fifteen minutes drive away from my house. "So Brooke, tell me about yourself," Darren said, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes. "What's there to know​ about me?" I asked, looking out the window. "What's there to not know about you?" He countered. "Let's start with the simple things. Like your favourites," He suggested.

I stared at her, disbelief washing over me "You want to go on vacation?" "Not just vacation" she rushed, her words tumbling over each other. "It’s a couple’s retreat. They say it saves marriages, read the reviews here, listen." She snatched the flier back and read aloud, "We were falling apart, but two weeks in Maldives healed us, doesn’t that sound perfect?" "You can’t be serious." I said flatly. Selene’s smile flickered, but she pushed on. "Ryan, we need this, We’ve been drifting apart, our marriage is not working. This getaway will really help us, let's make this work." She said walking close to rub my chest.

I purred. “Mmm?” she answered, eyes still fixed on her screen. “I think you’ve been stressed,” I said. “We should take a pre-wedding vacation. Help you unwind.” She looked up slowly. “You really think so?” I nodded and showed her photos on my phone. “i have somewhere special… it’s Dewy Island. Beautiful, private, serene.” Her eyes lit up. “This place is gorgeous. perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try”

He left ! ********** At night . He was drunk intoxicatingly. They came to this club Paradiso ​With his investors . His mind clouded as he glance at the dancer performing pole dancing . She sensually moved her half naked body around the pool receiving all the cheering and howling from hungry man . She was best at what she was doing . His mind flooded with reminiscent of the gorgeous sceneries he saw at the morning . His lips dry and cold . He needed her . The girl performing the pole dance placed a sweet smile on her face . He blinked his eyes as he started imagining her as his little bird . Her smile , her hairs , her body he wanted everything . The foreigner show her half naked breast

I thank him and settle inside. "So, where are you taking me?" I ask. He starts the engine and does the whole reversing-while-placing-hand-behind-your-chair maneuver, and if this seat weren't here… "Well, where did you plan on going when you decided to come here?" he says, smirking, looking at me like I'm an enigma he wants to unravel. "I was going to check into a hotel—" He interrupts me. "Nah, let's do this instead. I have a guest room, and we'll go to this place I call my little paradise. We'll get snacks and chill, and when you feel like going back to the crib, we'll do so."

Jessie adjusted herself on the couch. Taylor cleared her throat. "In the Indian Ocean, Maldives is a tropical vacation resort. The islands are relatively laid-back, and they provide an atmosphere that may best be described as a desert island gateway. It offers high-quality lodging, delectable cuisine, and exceptional service. It's ideal for a honeymoon, but Malibu is known for its juice and coconut." "Too far." Jessie rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "It'll only take nineteen hours, Jess, but it'll be well worth it. What could possibly go wrong?"