Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray wasn't born yesterday. When the drama with Roseanne went down, he figured it could happen. So, he demanded to see the footage without delay. At last, they chalked it up to coincidence. The shark, the oxygen tank, and all were just a coincidence.

Corley frowned. "Listen to me..."

Murray brushed off his hand, his voice icy, "I'm warning you to keep your distance from Roseanne, or you won't like what comes next!"

Watching him walk away, Corley raised an eyebrow. Murray didn't mention Millie. Was it an oversight, or was he deliberately keeping her out of it?

Millie stood there, uneasy. Seeing Murray approach with a stern face, she quickly flashed a smile and looped her arm through his, "Babe, I've been waiting for you. Let's go and grab some breakfast. I'm starving..." By the end, her voice trailed off, her cheeks puffing out in pout and playfulness.

Murray merely grunted, not bothering to pull his arm away. He looked around and realized Roseanne had left. He shoved his hands in his pockets, irritated. Corley, that schemer, always had an agenda. Roseanne had been on the island for a few days, finding stunning scenery and an incredibly open vibe. Tourists from all over the globe gathered there. They had different skin colors and spoke different languages, but none hindered interactions.

Just this morning, coming out of the diner, she bumped into a stunning black beauty. Fiery dreadlocks paired with a neon green bikini, she was bold and wild. Feeling Roseanne's gaze, she playfully blew a kiss her way.

Roseanne felt hit by her own hotness, her face went red and she almost choked on her own spit.

Leda looked over, asking, "Are you okay? Caught a cold?"

smiled awkwardly. "No, just... curious. Why are so many people in bikinis

bikinis and shorts, but today seemed exceptional, with groups

seriously don't

clueless. "Know

Beach without doing research, huh? Today's the island's

sun sets, everyone returns to

at Roseanne mysteriously. "I've got everything prepared to ensure

urged, "Are

head peeked from behind the door, hesitating, "I feel like... this is a bit

an

of the room,

to a mirror. "Oh

yourself. How is this too much? You look stunning,

got such good taste. Look