Thread: A Perfect Honeymoon on Mandingo Island {darkest_fate&XNarrated}

I don't want to be a pain, but I do kinda need my clothes, said Ashleigh, pouting her plump, pink lips. Her almost glittering green eyes looked up at her frustrated new husband, and she raised both hands up toward him. They clasped together, the sparkling diamond that now newly adorned Ashleigh's finger seeming to almost glisten, as if it could resonate with her eyes. The gorgeous redhead with blonde tips for added fun! tried her best to look more adorable and pleading than bratty. In truth, this was already something of a dream come true for Ashleigh. She'd just gotten married only a few days ago to the guy of her dreams. Sure, Brent was a few years older than Ashleigh's twenty, but he had smoking good looks. Just a little bit of grey had entered his hair, and he had a totally hot body or at least as much of him was hot that Ashleigh had seen so far. They'd met when Ashleigh had showed up to try and do some modelling for extra cash just a bit more would help put her the rest of the way through college. See, Ashleigh occasionally did some modelling, though she felt slightly self-conscious about it, what with flaunting her looks and all. It often meant a little more attention from boys than she liked this East Coast girl was saving herself for marriage, thank you very much. But her old school charm had apparently resonated with Brent or maybe he just liked redheads with nice chests. Because Brent had pulled some strings to make certain Ashleigh got the job. Turned out he represented a few other clients. In fact, one of those clients had been why they had ended up getting this totally cool, super exclusive honeymoon to Mandingo island! It turned out that Brent represented this black guy who also did some modelling and had some connections. Ashleigh had actually met him a few times during dinners and shows and all, though she didn't pay much attention at the time she frequently got nervous at the bigger events some of her middle-class upbringing showing through. Apparently he had some connections with the super mysterious, super prestigious Mandingo resort. The place sounded ripped straight out of some fantasy gorgeous beaches, a world class resort, various workers to attend to their every need. The whole thing sounded like the best possible way to start off what Ashleigh was sure would be the best possible wedding. The flight had been a little rough on the redhead. Slight bags showed under green eyes, and her red and blonde hair looked totally disheveled. Plus it meant she was stuck in a loose pair of sweatpants that she'd worn for the flight, along with one of Brent's old t-shirts. Both hid her lightly tanned, curvy body... at least as far as Ashleigh knew. The loose pants did hide her softly rounded bottom, and they only hinted at the fine legs that lay beneath. Flashes of taut abdomen could occasionally be seen as the girl shifted. And nothing would really truly hide her rather impressive chest, even if she did have a pair of plain Jane underpants to cover all that up. What Ashleigh really wished she could shimmy into was her set of bridal lingerie. She'd been planning on dressing up nice and sexy for when she finally got to make love to Brent for the first time. But that wasn't to be. See, they'd arrived, and checked in. Ashleigh's heart had done a little flip at hearing The McClays said. Just like that the McClays, because there were now two of them. Mr. Brent McClay and his lovely wife Mrs. Ashleigh McClay. Didn't that just sound like something out of a romance novel? Ashleigh had burned through one of those on the flight, feeling a bit scandalous for doing so. But hearing it had made her get all the more anxious, clinging to Brent and hopping up and down a few times. Then they informed her that while Mr. McClay's luggage had been located, they couldn't quite find Mrs. McClay. Ashleigh had been crushed, and very nearly wanted to burst into tears. Hence her near whining, pulling slightly at Brent, trying to cajole her new husband into getting things together. Brent had just brought up that client of his, Ashleigh barely caught the name, and was saying something about how his wife would need clothes, which she chimed in with. Supposedly they'd be able to get something together, it did look like the worker was contacting someone on a phone. While that happened, Ashleigh looked around, frowning. Honey, she whispered, leaning up, I don't want to be, um, you know... but it looks like all the workers here are... black? Last edited May 29, 2018