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-Paparazzi?.. (TW)

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Stefani sighed, feeling the warmth of the sun penetrating her skin as it blurred her vision. She gently swung her leg, stroking Koji's fur—her French bulldog. He snuggled against her chest, kissing the animal's nose with a gentle smile. The white-furred animal swayed, jumping from her lap to the ground, running across the lawn. The woman adjusted her sunglasses, murmuring gently. "Koji... come back to mommy! Come here..." She murmured, making a "Come here" sign with her fingers, rolling her eyes when she saw the dog ignore her, simply rolling around in the sunlight.

The woman swung her legs over the lounger, standing up as she stretched her arms above her head, stretching. She picked up the glass placed on the small wooden table, taking a sip of the tropical drink, enjoying the coolness on her tongue. She let the drink slide again, stopping with a sensitive thud on the wood. Stefani moved her hands back, untying the bikini bottom, letting it fall to the cold tile near the edge of the pool. The woman gently walked to the edge, sliding into the pool of icy water, her remaining hair standing on end, before she sank, soaking her body from head to toe, sighing as the icy water touched her previously warm skin.

She stood there for a while, simply enjoying the sensation of the water embracing her body. She closed her eyes before sighing, rubbing her palms against the edge of the pool. She pushed herself forward, rubbing her palms against the edge as she supported her hips, sitting on the cool tiles. Suddenly a click, and suddenly another, her head cracked gently as she turned toward the source of the noise, her brow furrowed, and she froze. A little away from her, a person crouched behind some bushes, taking pictures of her. How did that person manage to get there? Through the security guards. She shouldn't have, and yet...

A click, and a sigh. Oh, shit.. on her week off.. When she should have been relaxing, this was happening. But... A pang in her stomach. Going down, a chill running up her feet and stopping at the back of her neck. She wanted to run inside, disappear, call security to have them throw the paparazzi out. But she stopped, and gently turned her body toward the person, her hand resting on the bricks at the edge of the pool while the other rested on her knee. Catching a glimpse of that paparazzi, it was a woman, which made Stefani's cheeks heat up, fighting the urge to move.