“Well, you agreed you wanted to visit Paris. So, I decided to give it to us as a commemoration gift.” He smiles.“And what exactly are we celebrating?” I ask. He's even crazier than I thought he was.“Our love, my beautiful Selena.” He smiles and watches me blush. I have absolutely no response to that one except. His gesture has left me speechless.“I only brought clothes for one night. I'm going to Paris, and I don't have clothes, how original, huh!” I pout.“It doesn't matter; clothes are the least of our worries right now,” he replies. He asks me to loosen up and enjoy the destination rather than anticipating the next problem.“Benvingut on board, Mr. Blanco,” says the pilot, joining us at our seats. Welcome aboard, Mr. Blanco. He is formally dressed and looks familiar.“Selena, this is Marco, our pilot,” introduces Hunter.Holy shit, the karaoke guy. I go red, but I'm glad Hunter doesn’t notice.Our flight time is two hours. When we got off at the airport, it is cold. Hunter offer
“OK.” Thinking to myself, two can play this game, I jump on his lap. “So, you also won't see the surprise I have for you.”“Oh really?” he chuckles, trying to grab me but I am way too fast for him. I push him down on the couch and mount him sensually. I untie my hair that I had tied up with a ribbon.“Close your eyes” I tell him. As soon as he does that, I cover his beautiful blue eyes with the red ribbon“Don’t you dare open it until I am back” I threaten, kissing his lips.He grabs me this time and says, “I am not letting you go anywhere away from me for even a minute. We break into a tussle and I could feel that he lets me win as I tie his hands up with another band.I whisper into his ear the dirty things I intend to do to him and leave a trail of kisses on his neck.Quickly heading into the bathroom, I change into my light pink, babydoll suit. It was sheer negligee lingerie made of the finest lace. It came with a pink thong which had a big bow right in the centre. I brush my hair
He talks to me about various subjects so he can keep me wrapped up in mystery. Our journey takes about twenty minutes until we stop in front of a place that is all colourful. Then I read the sign: “Disneyland Paris.”Oh my God! My mouth drops, tears flowing from my eyes like a water fountain.“So do you like my surprise?” he asks as he drives inside to find a parking spot.“You brought me to Paris to take me to Disneyland?” I ask, struggling to form words. I am in shock, quite unable to believe it.“Surprise, my love!” he shouts out loud joyfully, before smirking, still amused with my goofy expression. “You have a look like an innocent child. You look beautiful.”He parks the car and opens the door to take my hand. As he faces me, he runs his hand gently down my face.“We're going to Disneyland. How can I not go back to being a kid?” I squeal and take a breath to pull myself together. I kiss the back of his hand, releasing a joyful scream. “Thank you, thank you! I don't know what to d
Our return to Barcelona is more tumultuous than our trip to Paris. There are more photographers at the airport, on the streets and even at the entrance to Valentina’s building. They know where we had gone and ask about our trip and if we are engaged. We choose to remain silent. It is already 5 p.m. when I enter the apartment and my flight is due at 7 p.m.Hunter leaves me at home to finish organising, packing my things and saying goodbye to the girls, since Katrina and Joanna will only be leaving a week later. When I finish tidying up, we make some spiced tea for my farewell.Valentina very sweetly tells me how much she enjoyed spending time with me, that she wants to see me again, that we should be great friends from now on and wishes me good things for my life and career. I invite her to come to my city someday, and she accepts.I tell them about my entire trip to Paris, going to Euro Disney, and about the promise ring he gave me… I boast about how amazing the entire trip was. I tel
My arrival in America is worse than I had imagined. It is 11 a.m. and photographers are already chasing me. As the plane landed about one hour ago, I have since found myself at McDonald’s in the airport to satiate my hunger. While eating, paparazzi appears from nowhere to start photographing me, which pisses me off a lot. I eat quickly and get out of there.When I pass the front of a bookstore, I see a picture of Hunter and me at Disney, hugging and smiling, on top of a gossip magazine cover that reads, “The hottest couple of the moment enjoy a mini-vacation in Disney Paris”. The hottest couple of the moment? I buy this and two other magazines that have us on their cover.I look at my boarding pass for the correct gate and go to the nearest bathroom to put on my hat and sunglasses. I am not enjoying this fame thing at all. I am almost finished concealing myself when three girls around the age of fourteen ask to take a picture with me. They seem giddy as they keep talking, and the only
He seems to be smiling through the phone but it feels a little forced, like he is sad.“Hi,” I say, regretting the way I answered. “I'm a little tired from the trip, that's all. Are you okay?” I ask softly.“Do you want me to lie or tell the truth? Which do you prefer?” he replies after a few moments of silence.“Give me both options, and I'll tell you which one I prefer.” I laugh to cheer him up a little and break the slight tension of longing.“Well, I could say I’ve never been better, and I just miss you, but that's the lie, and I suck at lying ever since I met you. I miss you like crazy, and I'm about to get on a plane to come to you, and that's the truth,” he says, bringing a smile to my face.“I think I'll take the first option and choose to be rational for both of us,” I reply saucily and we laugh together.“You seem upset. What happened?” he asks. He never fails to amaze me at how sensitive he can be. He so instinctively understands my frame of mind without even needing to see
It isn't easy to convince Steven Hudson, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, to let me go, since I didn't have time to write a weekly column. I need to focus on my career to be a complete professional. Though I appreciate when he mentions how he doesn’t want to let me go because he likes my work. He is honest with me, saying that if I write in the newspaper, he will be willing to pay the same amount of money because I am the one who signs the fashion page. I make it clear that at no point will he or the newspaper be piggybacking off my relationship with a famous footballer.He assures me again that it is my sheer hard work and determination that has led to this retention request and not my personal equations. I like his complete sincerity, so we agree: I will only write a monthly column so I can still have enough time to gain more experience and earn the same stipend.I’m getting into my car after my brief meeting with Steven Hudson, when my cellphone rings. The area code isn’t from
His room is one of many suites in the mansion. The walls are is a very subtle light mint colour. It is furnished perfectly in a glossy wood colour and the bed was a king size of course, which I expected must have been placed there after the bedroom was installed, as the bed seems disproportionate to where it is. Nonetheless, if Hunter’s place in Spain was huge, this mansion was massive and needed a motorcycle to travel. If someone was lost, it would at least take a year to find the person!The window overlooks the large garden at the back of the house and the swimming pool with crystal clear water. I admire the posters of some bands like AC/DC and Oasis, as well as the old pictures of him from high school. He appears to be one of those boys that all girls were in love with.If I had met him back then, I would have fallen in love with him for sure. In addition to the photos, there is one of those very old computers that still has a box at the back. It still looks beautiful, surrounded