Impressing the Clients

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Paula's POV

"Wanna go island hopping?" Marco asked. I snapped my head up from my food to him and nodded excitedly. "Hell, yeah!" I exclaimed. "Then go get changed after we eat. We're going right after," Mason told me as he sliced his ham.

"Oh, child, the islands are so beautiful and untouched," Carol told me, "I'm sure you'll have fun with the boys." I just smiled at her politely and said, "the activity is surely gonna be fun, not sure about them," I teased, though last night was so fucking fun with them.

Carol laughed, "well, maybe you just have to convince them to loosen up a bit," she told me, sensing there's another meaning to it. "Maybe, I will," I answered back smiling at her.

As I finished my food, I came back up to the room and changed into my nude bikini set. Put on a little makeup, just to hide some blemishes, and tied my hair into a messy bun.

"We can't go anywhere with those," Marco stood by the door, eyeing me up and down. "Either I'm wearing this or nothing at all," I walked towards him and tipped my toes to reach his lips. He bent down a bit to meet my lips. "You are such a stubborn girl," he looked a bit pissed but I didn't care. I just smiled and pecked him once more before leaving the room.

I didn't want to fucking change my bikini, no way.

Soon we all went outside and hopped on their car, of course their men followed us behind. The boat were on the other side of the beach so we had to take a car.

"You're practically naked," Mason commented on my bikini. "We're island hopping, not going to church, old man," I rebutted.

He clenched his jaw and asked, "did you at least brought a cover up or a towel?"

"No, don't need one. I'm comfortable with my skin and I don't care if you have a problem with it," I smiled sarcastically at him.

I loved fucking them, I loved pleasing them, but I ain't gonna change who am I to fit in their rules. No one can control me, not even the two most delicious men in the planet. "We'll have to fix that attitude of yours," he told me seriously.

"We are not fixing anything," I spat back at him, "fixing is for something that's wrong and there is nothing wrong with me." I crossed my arms and looked away. So fucking pissed right now. "Watch your tone, little girl," Marco warned, clenching his jaw. I rolled my eyes at him and didn't talk to any of them for the whole ride.

Our car stopped and their men guided us to the boat. Wow, a black modern boat with light and dark brown leather seats and accents. Well, what do you expect from the Davidson twins?

I walked past them, taking large and heavy steps, so I don't have to walk with them. Oliver carried me up the boat. I sat heavily on one of the seats and looked far away. I didn't wanna face them.

Mason and Marco came and sat on either side of me. So fucking possessive. I can't even have moments alone to cool down. Mark and Oliver joined us in the boat while their other men went into another boat.

Mark drove the boat away from the shore, Oliver stood beside him. The other boat followed. Only the roaring of the motor and the crashing of the waves filled my ears. It was so relaxing. I closed my eyes and felt the salty breeze of the morning.

Soon enough, a hand laid on my thigh. I opened my eyes as I felt it and saw Marco's hand stroked up and down my thigh smoothly. His eyes were closed as well, relaxing to the breeze. I decided not to react and just let him. Mason was busy looking through his phone. For once, silence was what I want. I laid my head down at the top of the back rest and closed my eyes.