Aziza Meredew-Conte strolled to the rear observation deck of the yacht looking over a packed harbour - today it was St Tropez, tomorrow it might be Monaco and in a month St Barts! Her shoulders slumped and a quiet scream, heard only by the passing gulls and the odd gigolo, swimming by, desperate to be seen, leapt from her lips.
Life was soooo boring! She had bought 8 pairs of Louboutins this morning all the same model but in different colours, then spoiled herself with a massive ring from Graff and as she sat in the back of the Rolls Phaeton, whisked back to the yacht she briefly enjoyed its 100 carats glistening on her finger, before sighing and wondering what to do next and popped it back in the bag soon to be forgotten.
Charles Egremont Finiston Drew, her hedge find lover and provider of all these goodies was never there, as he jetted in his Boeing 777-300ER VIP jet from continent to continent. Even when she travelled with him it was so huge and filled with so many hangers on and deal hopefuls she might see him for 10 minutes in the whole day.
Her eyes strayed down to the water where she had heard some splashing and fell into the the most beautiful, penetrating blue eyes, nearly covered by a mop of twinkly wet hair and a set of white teeth, that made her heart go thump! One second she was on deck, the next plummeting into the sea from the fourth deck, she too late reminded herself, as she hurtled downwards!
She heard of a scream of "watch out for .......................!!!!!!!!!!
And now over to you!
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