Chapter 396

• Under Manuel’s persistent insistence, Britney had no choice but to give in. Meanwhile, he casually slipped on a white tank top he’d apparently found somewhere—though it did nothing to hide his chiseled physique; if anything, it only accentuated his irresistible charm.
• The timing was perfect: dusk had settled, the ocean glistened with gentle ripples, and the soft sand shifted under their feet. In the distance, the sound of boisterous laughter filled the air, and soon a throng of women came into view. They were dressed in all manner of vivid, colorful swimwear—many in barely-there bikinis that seemed to leave little to the imagination—as they frolicked and chased one another along the beach, clearly having the time of their lives.
• But as they drew nearer, Britney couldn’t help but notice something odd: the crowd was almost entirely female. Not a single man was in sight.