Timothee Chalamet Pool Novels & Stories

Alfred greeted me at the door with his usual dignified nod. "Good evening, Mrs. Carter. Mr. Carter is by the pool." "The pool? At this hour?" Alfred's expression remained perfectly neutral. "Mr. Carter often swims in the evening, madam. He finds it relaxing after a long day." "Thank you, Alfred. I'll go find him." The pool area was illuminated by soft underwater lights, casting an ethereal blue glow across the water's surface. Alexander was doing laps, his powerful strokes cutting through the water with practiced efficiency.

TESSA "Hey Lilah. I'll meet you by the pool in a minute ok?" I say grabbing my phone and beach bag as she hops onto the elevator and puts her sunglasses on. We've been lucky to avoid any paparazzi while we've been here. I think they are all in LA following Liam and his trashy new girlfriend around. We've seen dozens of pictures daily of him with her. I swear the next time I see that boy I'm kicking him straight in the balls. The weirdest part about it all is that he doesn't look happy with her. I don't get it.

Imogen said. "Sure. Come with me," he said, walking ahead. Imogen dragged me along. "Hey," I muttered. "What is with you?" "Nothing, why?" "You are acting weird," she said. I scoffed but froze momentarily the minute we got to the spot where everyone was. The pool is in a rectangular shape and at the extreme end I can see Candela, Mimi's mum and Irina. Guess what. They are all wearing green bikinis. You have got to be kidding me.