INARA’s POV.
I twirl in front of the mirror for her umpteenth time and Mr valesquez’s can’t help but laugh. For the past five minutes, I have been looking at myself to ensure that I look good enough for the tour around Ibiza. I am putting a black maxi skirt with slits running on both sides and a tank top to go with it, my hair is wrapped up in a scarf giving me a whole different look.
“You look so beautiful babe”Mr valesquez’s hands snake around my waist and he buries his head in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent.
He is putting on a pair of loose shorts and a T-shirt. I can’t help but ogle at how strong he looks. His hair is pulled back in a messy bun and how I want to run my fingers through it and just love him.
This man didn’t even make any effort but he always kills every look
