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Then he smirked, leaned in, and whispered, “Wanna know what else?” “What?” “I’m about to throw your ass in the pool.” Before I could respond, he lifted me and tossed me in. The water swallowed me whole, and when I resurfaced, I gasped, “You little shit!” Nate laughed as I splashed water at him. “White clothes don’t hide anything,” he teased, pointing at my soaked shirt clinging to me. “Good,” I said, swimming to the edge. “I’m the eye candy.” As I pulled myself out, I noticed Amira waddling toward the pool in a little sea-green bathing suit covered in tiny starfish. Nick had her, guiding her carefully to the edge.

And ran towards the stream. Payal was lying on her stomach on a sheet. She was wearing a swimming suit, her curly, shiny hair was casting spells in the environment. Her naked back and its curves were enchanted in itself. Rakesh was lying near her. Book were in his hands, but His eyes were not catching book but he couldn't resist his eyes from seeing her beautiful body. A beautiful lady is lying in front of him, her naked back, her fitted thighs, and round hips and her body were illuminating. Rakesh was also wearing swimming suit That was making his male body part more prominent.

Swati started pushing her towards the washroom. "Let me take the dress at least."Amaira said where she stopped pushing her. "Oh,yes.Take it."Swati smiled sheepishly. Amaira took a dress and went into the washroom to change.Meanwhile Swati pulled out her mobile from her hand bag and did message someone... Message:"job done.She did agree.We're coming within half an hour ." After coming out of the washroom Amaira got ready.She got ready in a simple way ,Yet looking very beautiful.

Amy complimented her as she walked into the kitchen. "And you are here on time." She added and Jasira faked a smile at her last sentence, she hated being here. "Thank you." She replied to the compliment with a small blush on her cheeks before walking up to her. She was clad in an all-black-stoned dress that stopped at mid-thigh. A very beautiful deep v-neck gown that showed much of her cleavage than covering them. She didn't know why Alejandro enjoyed buying her revealing clothes. Her eyes moved to Amy who was wearing her maid uniform. This time she wished she was also a maid who wouldn't have to wear these stupid revealing clothes.

Just as he’d deal with this crazy, one-sided obsession to make their marriage real. After brushing her teeth, Amaya took a final look in the mirror: without make-up, the freckles on her nose stood out like sprinkles on a cupcake, her loose hair had turned frizzy courtesy of the humidity, and her plain cotton PJs wouldn’t win any Victoria’s Secret competitions. Just the look she’d aimed for... before she’d taken a bath and had that little revelation to make the most of the next two months with the sexiest guy to walk the planet.

Doris answered hesitantly "Grey one it is" Amaya was back to her happy bubbly self, she quickly changed and packed her hair into a messy bun, a small pink purse and pink Jordans,no makeup and lipgloss, she was so simple yet stunning "You look good madam" Doris said with a smile "Of course I do, it's me" Amaya said with a smile, he dimples on full show and her cheeks with a light stain of pink, her blue eyes shone brightly, she looked like she was from a fairy tale

Especially not when Adrian revved the engine of the jet ski and sent them flying across a wave that could’ve launched them straight into orbit. Adrian turned, smirking over his shoulder. “Ready, sweetheart?” Amelia stood on the dock, squinting into the sunlight. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, and a bright coral bikini peeking through the open white shirt she’d knotted at her waist. “Define ready,” she said warily, eyeing the sleek, black-and-silver jet ski like it was a wild animal about to buck her into the sea.

She smiled as she followed Amaya from the room. A few minutes later, they were back. Abigail was wearing jeans with a knitted wool sweater her long grey hair was braided over her shoulders. “Doesn’t she look great?” Amaya asked. “Yes, she does.” I smiled at Amaya, she looked beautiful. She was wearing the same jeans as earlier that accentuated her curves and a t-shirt that clung perfectly in the right places. Her curly red hair was braided in the same fashion as Abigails.

He had never seen her so carefree, so unguarded, and for a moment, he found himself captivated by the simple beauty of her movements. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With each stroke, Amy's movements became more fluid, the water parting effortlessly as she swam to the edge of the pool. As she reached the side, she grasped the edge and pulled herself up, her muscles flexing beneath her wet skin. Droplets of water cascaded down her body, catching the sunlight and shimmering like diamonds in the air. Unbeknownst to her, Zion watched from the balcony, his eyes tracing her every movement with a mixture of fascinat

Amaro followed Kashmir, shaking his head and smiling. Kashmir took towels and put in a knapsack. She donned a two piece golden yellow swimsuit and wore a knee length floral halter dress and trainers. She tied her hair in a messy bun. She went downstairs and walked out of the house. She saw that Amaro was talking with Mrs. Lara. "Mom, I'm ready." She hugged her mom from behind. "Oh, you're finally here." She said, turning to her.