Leanna

[Zoe's POV]

[The Match]

I was supposed to be enjoying the Hawaiian's bounties not watching a volleyball game between the two men.

At first, I thought it would be a one-sided match, but it turned out, this Elliot guy was like the God of volleyball. He may be short, but that didn't stop him from jumping high, smashing the ball like it was nothing. He made it so easy playing the game that all I had to do was pass the ball to him to land us a score.

But of course, Nicholas had done a fantastic job to stopped the ball and returned scores to make the battle even.

Like that, the two competed with each other, completely forgotten that it was supposed to be a team sport.

Do I even need to be here?

"Zoe!"

Before I could react to Elliot's panicked voice, a sprinting ball hit my head, and I crash on the sand.

Fudge!

This made it two in just a day!

Do I look like a net that balls keep hitting me left and right?

"Are you alright?" Elliot reached a hand to me, which I didn't accept.

I glanced at the opposite side of the net and saw a tall woman snickering.

Must be her.

I shoved Elliot's hand away and stood on my own. I patted my butt before tucking my panty in place, which made Elliot's eyes shifted away.

"Pass me the ball," I hissed. My eyes preyed on that tall woman on the other side of the net.

After Elliot made sure I was alright, he walked into position and gave me a nod.

When the enemy struck, Elliot saved, hitting the ball to me, the perfect height to land a smash.

Out of the corner of my eyes, the tall woman who was guarding the front positioned herself for the incoming ball. I kicked the sand hard, and it flew on her face. She shut her eyes, and that was when I jumped and smacked the ball straight on her face, making sure it landed on her nose.

Argh!

The cry of the woman silenced the onlooking crowds as she fell on the ground, covering her bloody nose with her hand.

I smirked before turning towards Elliot, who was stunned. "Sorry. I'm tired of playing. Have someone sub for me."

I then walked out of the game, leaving the dumbfounded crowds behind.

I didn't care if I look like a looser or a bitch. My reputation wasn't good from the start anyway.

Might as well play the part.

I was not an idiot to continue playing after that. That woman and I would just hit each other's faces.

"Zoe!"

*grunt

"What do you want?" I asked voice bored as my face. I continued walking without stopping. I let my feet take me anywhere, just not here, while maintaining my gaze forward.

"Are you thirsty? You said you're tired. Let's go and have ice cream." Elliot half ran to catch up to me.

"Don't you have a game to win?"

"No use if you're not in it anymore."

I stopped and faced him. "You'll just let Nicholas win the bet?"

"It may seem a huge deal to him, but not to me. It's just setting a meeting with my father." Elliot shrugged his shoulders and grinned.

The way he grinned kept reminding me of that boy.

Fudge!

I crossed my arms and tilted my body to the side.

"Mr. Volknov, whatever you are doing. Stop it now. I'm not interested."

I then walked ahead, leaving him behind, rooted to his spot –– a complicated look on his face.

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[Estela's POV]

[Attack!]

The blue Hawaiian sky was sending warm rays of sunshine and summer breeze, enveloping everyone's bare skin with warmth as they enjoyed the fun activities, only the crystal clear salty water and the shining, shimmering creamy golden sand could provide.

Tehehehehe.

I wiped my drool as my camera flash nonstop at Zhander in his shorts, exposing his broad, tanned chest and delicate dark brown nipples that I wanted nothing but suck all day.

After we arrived in Hawaii and met up with Leanna and Zoe, we changed into our swimsuit and found ourselves ogling all morning at my brother and Zhander's godly physiques as they surfed the waves.

After the productive morning and lunch, Zhander and I secretly excused ourselves to be alone together as we left my brother to terrorize Leanna all day.

"Alright, that's enough." Zhander blocked my camera and grabbed my hand. "What do you want to do next?"

Sex on the beach!

"How about I bury you in the sand?" Naughty thoughts flooded my mind as I spoke.

I can do this *** and that *** to him!

My breathing turned ragged at the idea while my eyes sparkled in anticipation.

Sometimes, I was amazed at how my brain works.

Zhander patted my head and smiled. "Alright."

I noticed ever since we left New Haven, he was avoiding at gazing my body like there was something unsightly on it.

I wonder if he doesn't like my swimsuit.

I should have put those strings on, the one I brought to seduce Zhander, not this simple boring two-piece bikini Leanna insisted I wore.

I was about to excuse myself and change when Zhander extended his hand and gave me his shirt.

"Put it on."

Was all he said before he laid down on the soft golden sand.

What? Put it on?

That means . . .

He doesn't like what I'm wearing?!

I restrained a frown and obediently put on his shirt before I sat beside him, and my disappointments vanished like smoke when my eyes ogled at his manliness.

He was just lying there.

Unprotected.

Completely submissive.

His handsome face appeared relax as he stared at me with eyes so soft I thought they were melting.

His prominent collarbone and broad chest. His lean muscles and abs . . . hot sexy V-line down to his amazing bulge . . . I blushed as his tanned skin only made him more alluring and manly.

It was like, he was made just to please women.

I lost count of how many times I swallowed my drool.

The same goes for all those women and men alike, staring at the defenseless male God.

I think the whole beach got drowned by slobber when Zhander's face reddened as he brought his fingers in front of his lips while his eyes ran away from mine.

. . .

. . .

C-CUTE!

My body trembled as I chained all the perverted energy inside me that threatened to break free.

Zhander sat up before my fingers could even touch a single strand of his hair.

Maybe because he sensed danger?

"Why don't I bury you instead, Little Stella?"

Eh?

Before I could even protest, he grabbed my arms and led me to lay down on my back.. I was lost in the sensation of his hot palms against my bare skin, and I let him do whatever he wanted with me.