52. Claim

"Emboodhu Finolhu Island." She drawled. Her greenish-brown orbs glittered with tremendous awe.

This villa was so dreamily beautiful. It felt as if it was floating on the water. And the interior. She didn't want to step in there, thinking that she would dirty the place.

Posh.

Expensive.

Heaven.

That was what she could come up with after seeing the place where they would be spending a few days.

It was obvious, it costs out of her thinking capacity. And the astonishing fact that Hamza had fifty percent of his investment in this resort served as the cherry on top of the cake of her surprises.

"Do you like it?" Her breath hitched at his sudden proximity. The warmth radiated off his chest as she gulped meekly.

"I've never seen such a beautiful place in my life," she retorted. Tucking a strand behind her ear just to seem busy.

He hummed. The vibration of his chest sent rhythmic shivers down her body.

"Shall we have lunch?" He enquired and she timidly nodded.

Her voice had betrayed her. She