Even after Vince made Yasmeen sign a clearly one-sided deal, Michael made it clear he still wasn't done with her. Alexia and Ray shared the sentiment.
Without another word, the three of them started… tickling her.
Yeah.
Tied down and paralyzed, Yasmeen had no choice but to endure the ticklish torture, her gasping cries choking out into tears of forced laughter.
I was fed up with their nonsense, so I left the hall. If something happened that I shouldn't witness, I wanted the luxury of plausible deniability.
Sauntering out of the villa, I reached the poolside and halted. There, in the crystal-clear water, illuminated by the soft glow of the patio lights, was Juliana.
She was swimming in the pool, smoothly cutting through the water with lazy backstrokes.
The skimpy black bikini she had on left her pale skin glistening under the moon. She reached the edge, flipped around, and glided back toward the deep end.
