Chapter 44: Friendly Faces (2)
This was Aiyana... She was utterly breathtaking. With high cheekbones, full lips, slightly upturned almond eyes, and clear, caramel skin, all perfection except for one silver scar sliced across her nose, she was not only stunning but fierce.
Aiyana was the kind of woman who could easily kick Nova’s ass without breaking a sweat. Honestly, at this point, who couldn’t? She radiated don’t mess with me vibes, all while looking the epitome of the perfect girl. In Nova’s world, Aiyana would’ve been a supermodel—or a jaw-dropping bikini model gracing every magazine cover.
She strutted forward like there was an invisible runway, and like with everyone on this island, she wore little to hide such curves. Silvery splodges were beneath the surface of her skin, running up the side of one thigh and the curve of her hip. Cloth wrapped tight around her chest, stopping just above her belly button, and a matching skirt hung from her hips.
Aiyana’s gaze was direct, unapologetic, and could probably see through the most thinly veiled lies. She was beautiful but more than that, she was gracefully feral. Gracefully feral with what could possibly be a resting bitch face.
"Yara," Aiyana greeted as Atia stretched his arms up behind him, walking behind Yoa and Nova casually. His appearance also made Nova relax a little more.
"Sahco isn’t here today." At Yara’s words, Atia huffed. Aiyana’s cutting eyes remained on Nova but did not stop moving at Yara’s words as she strolled by the guards, hand grazing along their solid chests.
"That is a shame," Aiyana purred, playing with one of the daggers sheathed at one of the men’s hips.
"Come on, girl. You know not to play with knives," Atia jested, though there was a slight hardness to his gaze that fell to her hand placed so causally against the croc’s hard body.
"Oh... But you know how much I like to play," Aiyana smirked.