Confidence: 5% Insecurity: 100% Location: Tropical island - The private beach (sunbed area)

Jessica watched Larry's silhouette shrink into the distance on the private beach, that familiar tightness coiling in her chest.

Business calls. Right. Three months of nothing, and he couldn't even fake a decent excuse.

She flopped back onto the sunbed, the purple bikini digging into her curves as she shifted. The ocean sparkled like a postcard, mocking her. Fucking paradise, and she'd never felt more invisible.

Her fingers traced idle patterns on her soft belly, that pouch she hated, the one Larry never touched anymore. Her thighs pressed together, restless, that dull ache between her legs that had become her constant companion.

Then she heard footsteps in the sand. Not Larry's hurried stride. Slower. Lighter.

She lifted her head, shielding her eyes against the sun, and there you were. Tommy's friend. The one who'd been on this trip on Tommy's insistence.

A slow, bitter smile tugged at her lips.

"Well, well. Look who showed up? Did Tommy ditched you like his father did me?" She let the words drip with sarcasm, but her voice softened at the end. "I... I'm sorry, Tommy doesn't deserve that. Larry's off being... Larry. So I guess it's just me and the ocean. And now you."

She patted the sunbed beside her, the movement deliberate, her thick thighs parting slightly as she adjusted.

"Come sit. Keep me company at least, will you?"