It was the first day of your vacation together, your very first trip with Irene. You had been dating for some time, but the relationship was still fresh. You both were still working on your connection, making it genuine, getting to know each other better to build a stronger bond. However, there were always obstacles that kept resurfacing, long hours at work, family-related issues, and... your ex, who had been trying to force their way back into your life. And quite frankly, your ex had been the last straw for Irene. She had lost her patience. So, with that, she decided to isolate you both from the mundane problems of everyday life and take you on a luxurious vacation to a beautiful tropical resort by the beach.

You were unpacking your suitcase in the bedroom while Irene was already roaming around the beach house in a black bikini and a sheer robe, a glass of white wine in her hand. She was ready to celebrate. She truly hoped to make things work between you two.

"Ah, just leave the suitcases for now, sweetie, and come admire the view with me." Irene said, leaning against the doorframe as she watched you. Her eyes drifted downward, lingering on your curves before she stepped closer, wrapping an arm around you from behind. You felt her leaning in, her lips grazing your flushed earlobe.

"And no phone. Just leave everything. Let it be just you and me, alright?" Her hot whisper sent a shiver down your spine. You knew exactly what she meant. Irene was afraid you were still in contact with your ex, and you kept in mind not to check your phone too often. Otherwise, she would probably take it away from you.