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Grace was excited for the wedding, especially in marrying James as she was ecstatic when he proposed to her. It was intimate yet grandiose in his own way. He exuded the same charm as his father, but at the current situation, it seemed his father held more of a dominating charm than he ever could relay. The young woman took her time breathing in the refreshing air as it seemed to relieve her worries from the unpleasant conversation with the receptionist. The mix up with rooms and roommates was something that should never been overlooked by her wedding planner. Thinking back, she swore she could remember that her planner had meticulously ironed things out with her—and her being able to verify and confirm things were in order. The thought still puzzled her as to how she and her father-in-law were stuck in this hot mess.<br/>
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The view before her was beautifully breathtaking. It was something she knew she’d miss once the wedding and honeymoon was over. If it was possible, she’d take the view with her and relocate it around her house. She shook her head softly at the absurd dream and smiled to herself. The room, the little nuances—everything was carefully planned by James, and he managed to make her smile even more. Hearing her father’s footsteps come closer, she remained where she was; she thought Manny would stand beside her, admiring the view. However, her father-in-law had a different agenda as he took his place behind her, his large hands covering hers on the railing as he grasped them against the iron balcony. Furrowing her brows, she glanced over her shoulder to look up at her father-in-law about to question what he was doing. Shifting her weight, she swayed her hips slightly as she shifted her attention back on the horizon; her blue eyes widening as she felt his growing bulge graze against her rear.<br/>
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His face lingered close to her hair, smelling her perfume and scent as he spoke about the view; although considering everything, she knew that Manny was speaking about something other than the horizon. Swallowing to clear her throat, she tried to pull her hands away from the railing and be freed from his hold. Tilting her head to the side, she tried her best to remain calm and respectful while attempting to free herself from the trap Manny had laid. Laughing nervously, she teased, <b>“Manny, I don’t think James will approve. Besides, it’s difficult to have secrets between family, right?”</b> As soon as she was able to free her hands from his grasp, she turned around to face him. In that moment, she felt completely trapped and vulnerable towards Manny. He had the upper hand in the situation but was thankful when he changed topics. <b>“Uh, yeah, go ahead and do that—I’ll just go and change into my swimsuit.”</b> Manny was a kind man and always generous when she needed something. However, she didn’t realize he’d act this friendly toward her, especially during the weekend of her wedding.<br/>
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The nerves settled inside her heart and stayed there as she wasn’t sure how to settle the situation in polite terms. Then again, could it be that she was overanalyzing the situation? Grace watched Manny carefully and when he allowed her to move freely, she slowly walked past him as to not make the situation worse. Perhaps she was thinking too much of it and he just wanted to take advantage of the amenities since they were in this predicament, with no fault to either of them. Shrugging her previous thoughts back, she felt a sigh of relief push through her supple lips before she tugged her suitcase toward the bedroom. Hoisting her duffle bag on the bed, she riffled through her clothes as she had organized all her clothes in different bags. Her wedding schedule was packed to keep her busy and make sure she planned to do everything at the venue and for her guests. The only thing that she hadn’t planned was sharing a room with her future father-in-law. The swimsuits she brought was sexier as she had James in mind than anything else. <b>“Fuck,”</b> she mumbled as she settled on a one-piece swimsuit. She had hoped Manny didn’t get the wrong idea.<br/>
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</div>Taking the slate blue swimsuit with her, she walked over to the bathroom and glanced over her shoulder, <b>“I’ll be out soon. I’m just going to get ready.”</b> With a small smile, she walked around the glass wall and looked around the open room. There was nowhere to hide behind to gain some privacy, except for a small wall divider between the sinks and toilet. Utilizing what she had, she hid behind the sliver of wall and turned her back; hoping Manny wouldn’t be able to see her getting undressed. Peeling back layers of clothing, she slipped and shimmied out of her tight plaid skirt as well as her ruffled blouse. Draping them over the divider, she carefully placed her legs inside her swimsuit and adjusted the complicated straps that didn’t help cover up her body. Adjusting and readjusting the halter straps tightly against her chest, she had hoped they were tight enough to stay in place. The tightness created a deeper cleavage which was a little much with her future father-in-law. Content with what she had on, she gathered her clothes and walked out of the bathroom, shyly. Glancing over at Manny when their eyes met before neatly hanging up her clothes in the closet. Again, she cleared her throat and combed back her hair in nervousness.<br/>
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Grace turned to face Manny once more and walked over to the hot tub, <b>“Did you need a moment to get changed? And uhm, I’m sorry about this—,”</b> she gestured toward her swimsuit, <b>“I planned to spend most of my time with James without thinking of anything else.”</b> She laughed softly as she glanced toward the tub, breaking eye contact for a moment. A pink tint of blush spread across her cheeks as she felt embarrassed.<br/>
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