My Hot Baby's
Of love?

Zareena inched her seat, letting the blanket down from her innocent body. He turned his head to the side, Tristan had fallen asleep after both of them had done two rounds of fighting tonight.

He stepped barefoot to grab the shoulder bag lying on the sofa. His hands were looking for a bottle of white medicine that Zareena should be drinking right now.

"Freely bring this. Tristan didn't use it at all." Zareena clicked her tongue when she found the safety she was holding. Again, Tristan did not use the thing, despite having brought it.

The contraceptive bottle he got from the many personal items that Zareena brought. One pill he swallowed with bottled mineral water on the same table.

Once again Zareena looked at Tristan. He himself did not know what he wanted from the man. If you say like, Zareena likes it, but like does not mean loving each other.

"Tristan, I want you to know how I feel right now. L like you. I hate seeing you with another woman. I want you to stay by my side. Do you think I'm really in love with you?" muttered Zareena, then she shook her head feeling that what she said was just nonsense.

Zareena still denied that she had any feelings for the man. More than just a date or friend of her brother. Zareena knows that she feels love for Tristan.

The next morning after passing breakfast together, Zareena and Tristan took the time to swim in the shallow sea which is recommended for tourists who visit the island of Milos. Then, the two basked in the morning sun.

"I want to take you somewhere."

Tristan's words, made Zareena pay attention to the man. "Where else?"

"A house in Switzerland."

"Do you have a house there?"

"Switzerland is beautiful. I dream of living there. In the house I have prepared."

"We're going there?" Zareena once again wanted to make sure.

"If you don't mind. We can be here in two days. Then, a visit to Switzerland, after that go home."

Zareena nodded in agreement. "I don't mind. We're scheduled together for two weeks."

Zareena got up from her chair. While Tristan shuffled to a seat, giving a chance to nearby Zareena.

One kiss on Zareena's shoulder. Tristan purposely opened the covering strap that wrapped the front of her female body.

He kissed the nape of the back of the neck, spread to the back. "Thank you for last night."

"Make what?"

"You work hard. I like that."

"You enjoying it?"

"Well, you're getting used to this game" whispered Tristan as she clenched Zareena's earlobe.

"Don't be here. Everyone will see us."

Tristan knows her woman is so perfect. He tied the ropes back to the swimsuit that Zareena was wearing. One thing Tristan noticed was, Zareena always wore a brightly colored swimsuit. The skimpy clothes were so inviting him to enjoy the girl's body.

"They don't have a chance to see us. I won't let that." Tristan grabbed the beach cloth attached to the back of the chair. He covered Zareena's body wearing the cloth.

"When I want to dry my body" Zareena protested.

"You're pretty enough. I like your white color."

Without Zareena noticing, on the other side of the country, a man named Chris was waiting for her. Waiting for a call and a message from him.

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