Sandy's POV
Why was my bikini top around my waist, away from where it is supposed to be— On my chest? I had to make myself believe that I was dreaming and that I wasn't half naked in front of my best friend with the media just a few feet away, ready to take a click of my precious jewels.
I blinked and glanced up to find Anthony staring down at me, his eyes on my cleavage. I blushed, then gasped before flicking him in the chin. He hissed and I pointed my finger at his face.
“Keep those wandering eyes off my face, or chest,” I said, feeling embarrassed that he was seeing me like this.
I saw his Adam's apple move up and down before moving my eyes over his shoulder to where I saw the paparazzi, leaning like they found something interesting. Well, they did, considering I was about to be tre
