Novel & Cerita Reef Romance Grand Cayman

“No Klara, I’m strategic and this ‘honeymoon’ is the perfect opportunity for us to make our move. Where did they go?” She hesitated, glancing out the window before leaning in. “A place called Floral Haven Resort. It’s this luxury villa just outside Crescent Bay. Roman owns a share in it, but his mother booked it as an ‘all-expense-paid getaway’ — aiming to fix their sham of a marriage.” Grayson’s lips curved into a slow grin. “Floral Haven Resort… how poetic. So, they’ll be alone.” “Yes. Private jet, minimal staff. Just them,” Klara replied.

“Dead serious. Just the two of us. Somewhere far. Warm. Ocean breeze. Endless room service. I’ve already been looking at spots in Saint Lucia—private beachfront villa, personal chef, phones switched off. Just us.” He reached up to brush a strand of hair from Rayne’s face, and his voice dropped to something softer. “I want to wake up with you to the sound of waves. No meetings. No responsibilities. I want to take long walks with you down white sand beaches, fall asleep tangled in your arms under palm trees, maybe even renew our vows in secret. Just for us.” Rayne didn’t speak. He just looked at Reed like he’d handed him the world on a silver platter.

I sat at the bar with a barely touched glass of honey mead. "Done dancing?" Ryan settled onto the stool beside me, holding an identical glass. "My legs are sore." He'd asked me for two dances earlier. His footwork was better than I'd expected—smooth, rhythmic, no stepped toes. Clearly from a powerful family. "Clara," he set his glass down and turned to face me, "do you have any plans coming up? I mean—vacation-wise." "Not really." "I have a family resort on Moon Bay Peninsula." His tone was casual, like mentioning something hardly worth noting. "Great ocean views, hot springs, the chef does amazing seafood. If you want a change of scenery—want to go together?"

I won’t do it. Ashton clenched his jaw, clearly reluctant, but I wasn’t budging. If he didn’t agree, there’d be no honeymoon. Eventually, he gave in. ‘Fine. We’ll take them.’ His shoulders slumped, his voice suddenly flat. Minnie and Mickey, on the other hand, lit up like sparklers. ‘Really? We’re going to Sereia Cay? That’s amazing! I heard the beach is beautiful, the seafood’s delicious, and the aquarium is huge,’ Minnie gushed, talking a mile a minute.

Tiffany gasped, her eyes widening. The Colosseum, the Tiber River, centuries of stone glowing under the heat. Tiffany’s fingers crept up her thigh, lazily tracing the skin above her knee. She looked at him, not sure which she was falling in love with again. Her head tilted, staring at him. His level of romance was insane. "You good, love?" Kai muttered, never taking his eyes off the control panel. Tiffany shrugged lazily. "It's amazing." Kai laughed. "Me or the view, sweetheart?" Tiffany rolled her eyes, looking out. Obviously, it was him. The way there was barely anything he could do. The way he cherished her. Oh, he was fucking sexy for that.

“The water’s perfect, come on!” “Are you sure there aren’t any vampire worms in there?” Reese’s frown made him smile. “Nope, the island’s magical. There’s nothing here that can harm us.” The red bikini reminded Troy of sin, delicious, enticing sin. Her skin was lightly tanned and Troy watched her as she walked towards the edge and dove in as well. She surfaced close to him and he grinned as he moved towards her.

Maybe she couldn’t feel it yet. “Try me, Skylar. Just try me.” They walked in silence, watching the stunning views all around them. “This place is amazing in the daytime. There’s a coastal barrier reef nearby with the only federally recognized underwater archaeological trail. Would you like to go snorkeling with me?” Skylar’s face lit up with interest. Maybe marrying Christian wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Please can we?” she pleaded, gripping his hand unknowingly. Christian nodded, acutely aware of her hold on his hand.

Luca makes his way in the room and around the group, dropping a bag of Barbeque Lays in the middle of the table. "Don't mind me, guys," Tiffany remarks with a smile. "I'm just here to pick up some boxes for Quincy." "Oh yeah. Let me get those." Daniel jumps up from his seat and heads down the hall. "Seriously guys." Randall leans back in his chair. "Congratulations. Rebecca was so jealous you guys got hitched in Fiji. Says I need to take her there to get our vows renewed now, or something." Tiffany puts her arm around Rowen's waist and smiles. "You should definitely go. Fiji is just beautiful."

They looked a lot more likely now than it had been before, considering how much money I was going to be getting out of my mother's estate every month thanks to Dominic being ridiculous. He worked his jaw. “Trellis?” “What’s that?” “Another spa. The Cove?” I shook my head. “It’s on my list of places to visit.” I looked across the table. Grandpa looked furious even though he was smiling. Arielle drank her whole tumbler. “I… heard the water was really nice.” "Have you ever been to the ocean, Renee?" I shuddered at that. “No, I haven't, and I don't plan to go either.”

Mandy nodded, unable to respond while chewing the near tasteless iceberg lettuce. “I do wish you took smaller bites.” Her mother shook her head. “You’ll feel full a lot faster if you do. Maybe then you wouldn’t need all those croutons you used.” Get off my bloody case, Ma! I’m not sixteen years old anymore. “Of course, Mom.” Mandy smiled and took a sip of water. Damn, why didn’t I order a beer? Or a six-pack? “Anyway, I was hoping for somewhere in the Mediterranean or the Caribbean.” Claudia sighed dramatically. “Just a quiet, intimate little resort in paradise.” She turned to Stephen and kissed him on the cheek. “Won’t that be fun, honey?”