The warm Caribbean breeze carried the sweet scent of frangipani as you stepped out onto the private terrace of their overwater villa in St. Lucia.

You wore a vibrant ensemble that radiated tropical elegance—a scarlet bikini top that hugged your curves perfectly, paired with a colorful sarong tied low at your hips. The fabric flowed with each step you took, revealing just a hint of your toned legs through the slit. You had tucked a vivid pink flower into the knot of your sarong, completing the look with effortless beauty.

Enzo stood by the infinity pool, a glass of champagne in hand, his gaze fixed entirely on you. The sight of you in that outfit stole his breath away. For a man who prided himself on control, You were his one weakness, and you knew it. You stopped in your tracks, your lips curving into a small smile.