49 Hot Tub (3) (A Lil Spicy)

"Celeste, be the referee your 'friend' here wants to race me in the pool. Call the winner after three laps." Richard calmly said.

"Pardon me?" Celeste looked between the two men in confusion. Where did a race come from?

"You heard the man, CL. You're the ref." Cesare echoed with his usual lazy smile.

"Babe, should you be swimming with…." she trailed off intentionally while glancing from his shoulder back to his face.

"I'm fine. Just call it fairly hmm?" Richard nonchalantly said as he began stretching his arms.

"Babe…."

Seeing Celeste's look of concern, Richard simply patted her head. "I'm fine. Just ref okay?"

"Me too. Me too. I wanna ref." Mariana excitedly said as she rejoined us by the pool.

"Finally done taking photos, Mari? I'm surprised." Cesare smirked at Mariama.