The Casa Blanca Siesta Key Novels & Stories

Instead, I distract myself by enjoying the view. Levi has brought us to his house in Malibu to stay, which has me sincerely impressed. The property is easily as big as the mansion in Alaska. It is three floors and has access to a private path that leads to some fences, and then the beach. As I walk down the stairs I see breakfast, which is served on the terrace. Levi seems to be a big fan of glass walls, as the entire back of the house is one big window whose stained glass windows have a stunning view of the ocean.

Cecilia nodded before give him a faint smile, “I promised not to messing around.” “I’m sure you already have a plan.” “I do have something in mind. Let’s go to Hugo’s place. There’s something I need to check.” “As you wish, my dear.” He said before both of them dissolve into thin air. **** Havana waking up when it’s already an hour past the midnight. She feels thirsty and reflexively pull out the golden rope in her bed’s pillar, that connected to maid room’s bell. Living in Silver’s household is the best thing she ever did. The room she was staying in, wass so luxurious. Expensive furnitures, gold accent in every corner, fluffy bed, goose feather pillows and finest wool blanket.

I stated flatly, my voice tight as I turned around to face Atasha, who had just walked into the room carrying her weekend bag. Atasha I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes tracking from the massive, solitary king bed to the rigid, utterly panicked expression on Khalia’s face. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, a dry, bitter chuckle escaping my lips. I walked over to the antique desk, picked up the printed itinerary packet provided by the municipal board's secretary, and scanned the fine print. "It’s right here in the log. One Executive Waterfront Villa. Because of that clean-energy summit Mark mentioned, the resort is running at one hundred percent capacity. There are literally no oth

Caruso. She only but chuckles at me, "Are we going to the beach? I want to put my new bikini on?" "Fuck, you can walk naked if you want. I will take you anywhere you want to go Our rooms, or like they call them villas, are over in the water. It is complete decorated with white, from the bedding to the bathroom. The furniture is all made from wood, and in the center of the villa is a class window that where you can see the fish swimming under.

The morning sun broke through the bars of a wooden door. Theresa opened them, revealing the balcony, which he remembered was called the lanai, from what the website said. Hotel. She took a step outside. - Wow! He positioned himself beside her in the sunlight, near a banister decorated with bougainvillea. a bright purple. “So this is Waikiki. Damien looked right and left, taking in the view. He remembered Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast. A beautiful long stretch of beach flanked by skyscrapers and shopping malls.

"This is high season. We have only a single vacancy, a 1-bedroom bungalow on the beach, but it only sleeps 2, though it does have a sofa bed. It's $2,000 a night." "That sounds perfect," Susan said. "How long will you be staying with us?" the woman asked. "A few days, maybe a week," Zach replied. "I'll need a credit card, please," she said. Zach looked sideways at Susan when she produced a black VISA card with Cayman National Bank in light-grey letters across the top. "Do you have any luggage?" she asked. "No," Zach replied "The restaurants close in an hour," she said. "Would you like to be shown to your bungalow?"

I peered out of my dirty car window at the big mansion and had to consciously raise my jaw back up off my chest. I knew houses like this populated the island, but I hadn't actually been this close to one before now. Perfect white marble columns were flanked by lush tropical greenery, and scenic balconies hung out at regular intervals. The place was huge. Grandiose. Palatial. It belonged in a movie. And according to my roommate, it was actually one of the smaller mansions of the island. Key Island was the home of two extremely exclusive resorts, a smattering of multimillion dollar homes, and some locals to help run it all. The island was known as the island for people with more money than the

The warm Mediterranean air hit Sasha’s face as she and Ethan stepped out of the private car and walked into the entrance of Six Senses Ibiza, one of the most luxurious and exclusive resorts on the island. The sprawling, whitewashed buildings were nestled along the cliffs, overlooking the crystal-clear waters of the Balearic Sea. The atmosphere was serene, with a soft breeze carrying the scent of saltwater and pine trees. Sasha was loving what her eyes were festing on.

Chapter 197: Being There Jessi peered raptly at the screen of her laptop. The offices of Sea Star Celebrations were housed in a converted 1920s bungalow not far from downtown West Palm Beach. The living room served as a reception and waiting area. Jessi's office had once been the home's dining room, while Sarah occupied one of the two bedrooms. The other bedroom was used for files and storage, as was the tiny, detached garage in back.

Stephenson. She only but chuckles at me, "Are we going to the beach? I want to put my new bikini on?" "Fuck, you can walk naked if you want. I will take you anywhere you want to go Our rooms, or like they call them villas, are over in the water. It is complete decorated with white, from the bedding to the bathroom. The furniture is all made from wood, and in the center of the villa is a class window that where you can see the fish swimming under.