When Landon returned to the villa, night had completely fallen.
The house was brightly lit, and the sounds of a television show and the light laughter of Tracy and Rachel drifted out.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and pushed open the door to enter.
In the living room, Tracy and Rachel were sitting side by side on the sofa, with a late-night talk show playing on the TV as background noise.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, both of them turned their heads at the same time.
"You're back?" Tracy spoke first, her tone very natural.
She was wearing a comfortable silk robe, her blonde hair tied up.
Rachel stood up, came over, and gave him a kiss: "Honey, there's still some pasta I made in the dining room. Come over and have dinner first."
The interrogation he had anticipated about "where were you last night" was completely absent.
The various explanations Landon had prepared had absolutely no use.
He was stunned for a moment, then realized that in Tracy's view, a commercial shoot being delayed by a day was practically a daily occurrence in Hollywood.
As an agent, she was long accustomed to this kind of uncertainty.
More importantly, she had always been almost indulgently lenient regarding his "private life."
Think of Amanda, or the past; as long as he didn't cause trouble or affect work, she rarely asked for details.
This attitude had once surprised Landon, but now it had become his amulet.
As for Rachel...
Landon looked at the girl with the pure smile beside him.
Rachel even joked about finding a sister for herself and Tracy. She would care even less about such things.
Fine, that's very "Hollywood."
Landon silently sighed to himself.
The post-dinner pool party finally started again.
Landon loved this pool too much; besides exercise, it always brought him visual enjoyment and surprises.
Today was no exception.
He swam a few laps happily by himself, then lay on a beach chair by the pool, holding a glass of ice water, watching Tracy and Rachel playing in the pool.
The sunlight turned the pool water into a field of fragmented gold, swaying slightly, so bright it made one unable to open their eyes.
Right in the middle of this fragmented gold, two figures were disrupting the tranquility of the pool.
Tracy had long, golden hair, which was now wet and clinging to her shoulders.
She was wearing a deep blue bikini that blended with the water, leaving only a strip of wheat-colored waist exposed—firm and elastic—making her ample assets even more prominent.
Rachel also had golden hair, which danced in the sunlight. Her pomegranate-red swimsuit was a bright contrast, making her skin appear glowing white, with smooth shoulder and neck lines.
"You can't catch me!" Tracy's laughter burst out clearly over the pool.
She threw her head back, submerged herself completely, leaving only a few strings of bubbles and expanding ripples.
Rachel narrowed her eyes, a sly smile on her lips. She wasn't in a hurry to chase, instead paddling leisurely, the ripples made by her arms moving at a slow pace.
Suddenly, Tracy broke through the water behind Rachel, bringing up a splash and a flying curtain of water. Droplets rolled down her hair, slid over her collarbone, and disappeared into the edge of the red fabric.
She pushed with both hands, splashing a large handful of water directly into Rachel's face.
"Ha! Sneak attack!" Rachel exclaimed, turning her head with a laugh, her eyelashes immediately covered in fine water droplets.
She immediately retaliated, cupping her palms together and raising a more powerful wall of water in return.
The water splashed together in the air, then fell back onto the pool surface with a crash, creating countless overlapping circles.
The two were soon entangled in a playful fight.
Water became the only weapon and the only barrier.
They chased and dodged, sometimes diving underwater to grab each other's ankles, and sometimes surfacing to gasp and laugh.
The water was churned up by them, slapping against the pool walls and making crisp echoes.
Sunlight passed through the steaming, chlorine-scented mist, casting dappled, moving light and shadow on their swaying bodies.
Water droplets trembled on Rachel's golden eyelashes and rolled on Tracy's fair shoulders before falling, each one refracting a tiny, inverted piece of the clear sky.
Finally, during a clumsy dodge, Tracy slipped and fell backward.
Rachel was quick-witted and grabbed her wrist, but was instead pulled forward by the force.
The two screamed and laughed, arms entangled, and fell into the water together, splashing a huge spray.
The world seemed to quiet for a moment, leaving only the gurgling sound of bubbles.
The next second, two heads popped out at the same time, face to face, their nose tips almost touching.
Wet hair clung to their cheeks, eyelashes clumped together, both gasping for air. Then, looking at each other's disheveled appearance, they burst into an even louder, uninhibited laugh.
The laughter was crisp and pleasant, echoing over the empty pool.
They had played enough and were tired.
They stopped fighting and, with tacit understanding, swam side by side to the edge of the pool, lazily resting their arms on the cool white tiles and gently resting their chins on their arms.
Their chests were still heaving gently with their breaths, and the pool water rippled gently, kissing their chins.
Rachel lifted her hand and swept her soaked golden hair back, revealing a smooth, full forehead and a graceful hairline. Tracy tilted her head slightly and naturally rested her head in the smooth hollow of Rachel's shoulder. Their wet hair inevitably tangled together, the tips dripping water and shining in the afternoon sun.
They snuggled quietly like this, enjoying the tranquility after the exercise and the warmth of the sunlight.
Then, almost simultaneously, both of them cast their gaze toward Landon, who was watching from the beach chair.
In those eyes, there was already a hint of provocation.
Then, under Landon's gaze, Tracy tilted her head slightly, and Rachel naturally met her.
The two began a deep kiss right by the pool, in front of Landon.
Water droplets rolled down their pressed cheeks, and the sunlight outlined their intimate silhouettes.
Landon watched the romantic scene from the side, very lesbian.
He didn't know why these two dearest women always liked to perform this kind of scene in front of him.
But this made him feel relieved; at least he didn't have to worry about his backyard catching fire or being cuckolded.
This couldn't help but make Landon sigh in his heart again: The infinitely beautiful Hollywood!
Of course, some provocations must be punished.
Every time, it was Tracy who provoked first. Sometimes even the obedient Rachel would join in, just like today. If not controlled, some people would only become more and more "unscrupulous," really treating him like a transparent decoration.
When Landon put down his water glass, stood up silently, and walked step by step toward the edge of the pool, Tracy and Rachel in the water were actually prepared and filled with anticipation.
They continued, only looking at him with wet, glistening eyes.
Landon slid into the pool and came to the side of the two.
The two innocent lambs tried to dodge but were quickly encircled by Landon's powerful arms.
The impact of the water waves made their bodies sway, the rippling water accompanied by surging waves.