Ava
It's so beautiful outside that I think I will take myself down to the pool. Apparently it too has views of the mountains. I haven't swam for a while and I can easily call my bestie, Zoe from down there. I gather my phone, a towel and a book as I plan on spending at least a couple of hours at the pool. Hopefully it won't be too busy as I just want to swim, read and relax.
I think I will wait until tomorrow to start investigating when I can have a full day. I also need to look for somewhere that I want to eat dinner tonight. I already have a few places to choose from since I did a bit of homework online before I left Chicago. To be honest all the local restaurants look beautiful with menus I can't wait to try but you know, I am here for a couple of weeks so I have time to visit a different one each night.
It was wonderful to speak to my mom and a part of me misses her, she is my best friend too. She has guided me so well through my years into being a young adult and when Mark decided to split up with me, mom was there with her arms open wide. Dad too. He told me he never really liked Mark much. Honestly, I think all dads around the world will say that to their little girls though, you know just to make them feel better. Which of course it did.
I still have heart ache, I don't think it'll go anytime soon but in hindsight I have now come to realise that perhaps we were just trickling along a little bit, almost on auto-pilot. Our sex used to be hot and passionate until Mark began working. The hours got longer, the nights became shorter and he'd even bring work to bed. It drove me insane. At just twenty-three I felt like a married couple of fifty years. I would read, I binge read my favourite genre being romantic comedy but I also love a good psychological thriller. Yet when Zoe would be talking to me about her hot dates and wild evenings with various different men, I would think that used to be Mark and I. Now look at us. Like an old married couple.
Even though we were going to be married this Fall, I did have some doubts. Don't get me wrong not about Mark. More about is this the right thing? Are we too young? Am I ready to give up my entire life and passion for being a travel vlogger to stay at home and have children? The thought of having children at this age scares me. It is not on my agenda until I am at least thirty. I know a couple of girls from school who had children last year and they are great mums. Yet they hardly go out anymore and enjoy themselves. I'm not saying they don't like being moms because I know they do, their babies are their world. Only I am not ready yet. Not by a long shot.
I put my thoughts to the side and consider whether I should wear a full on bathing suit or my new hot pink bikini. It's a bit Barbie Girlish. Zoe picked it, she told me it would cheer me up and at least catch the attention of any men close by. I think I will opt for my all in one black bathing suit. It's sensible. I know it isn't exactly man magnet material, I'm not ready to be man magnet right now. I'm still licking my wounds and like I said. I now have that wanderlust bug again having held myself back for the last few years from coming back to Europe.
I can hear Zoe admonishing me even though she is thousands of miles away. She'd be telling me to get the girls out and frolic around in the hot pink bikini. It makes me chuckle. I do miss Zoe. We've been friends since we were as young as five from our early first school days. We have been through so much together, broken hearts in our early teens, hair disasters with dye, her parents divorcing and endless sleep overs whilst we binged romantic comedies on N*****x. My heart fills just thinking about my best friend ever.
One swimsuit on and I've pulled over a loose linen dress, it's my favourite colour lime green and it brings out the golden tones in my brunette hair and the flecks in my eyes. I double check I've not forgotten anything to take down with me because I really can't face the thought of having to come back up and head out the door to my suite.
Downstairs it's quiet. Only the receptionist at the desk, the one that was flirting insanely with Mr Grumpy. I smile and she smiles back. She really has got the whitest teeth I've ever seen and her skin is flawless. I see a sign for the terrace and pool and make my way to the right of the reception area through glass paned double doors, my flip flops slapping on the marble as I walk. I don't know why but I love that sound.
As I step outside the first thing I notice is how hot it is. I should have remembered that here in Spain the temperatures are often at their hottest during the late afternoon. It's not a problem I'm sure they will have sun parasols out and the cold water of the pool will freshen my skin. I have some sunblock with me in any case.
The terrace is adorned with large terracotta pots filled with stunning tall plants, their flowers varying shades of pinks and dark pinks. Their leaves glossy and shiny, they almost look fake they are so perfect. Then I spot the pool. The sun is bouncing off the water, it looks like blue crystal and is so pretty. I can't wait to get in it and do some laps. Although I am sure I won't be as fit as I used to be since I've not swam since my school days.
There are loungers around the pool each with its own umbrella. There is nobody around. I couldn't have wished for more. Serenity at its best. I choose a lounger furthest away from the terrace doors so I can watch who comes out. Yes I am a bit nosey like that and also I never like to have my back to a door. I lay the white hotel towel on the lounger and flop myself down as soon as I've removed my linen dress. I bring my Tiffany shades down over my eyes to protect them and open my book. I think I'll do some reading first then when I'm too hot I will take a plunge in the pool. I have made myself so comfortable and it feels blissful to have the sun partially striking down on my pale skin. I'm looking forward to building up my tan over the next couple of weeks.
I'm one chapter into my new Lucy Score book when I sense somebody walking out onto the terrace. I lift my eyes so they reach above the top of my book to see who it might be. It's Him. Mr Grump. I blinking well hope he doesn't come anywhere me because I like my space and he is the last man I want close to me. But, he is so damn HOT.
He's wearing shorts that sit half way up his thighs allowing me to see just enough toned leg beneath them. I allow my eyes to travel up when really I should just bury my nose back in my book, however, I can't. I am drawn to his chest which is bare. Stark naked bare. And Oh. My. God. His body is sculpted to perfection. His chest is the right size of broad, with abdominal muscles that are screaming to be touched. I move my eyes down even further knowing I should try to be a bit more discreet. But hell with that, I am wearing over-sized shades he won't even know I'm staring at him. He has dark hair that decorates his stomach, a very fine line of it and it travels down to below the band of his shorts. He has the perfect v going on. I want to rip his shorts off with my teeth.
Right, this is not me. What on earth is happening to me? I have never in my wildest dreams seen a man like this before, nor have I had a raging feeling to run over and accost any man and rip their shorts off to check their personal stuff out. I mean really? I'm hot, very hot. I can feel the beads of sweat between my breasts and my nipples are beginning to zing as I look at him, my focus on the waistband of his shorts. I force myself to look upwards. His body is covered in beautiful black artwork. Tattoos adorn him not too many just enough to show that he could be a bad boy. I'm moist just looking at him, then he moves.
I try to adjust myself on the lounger so that I can squeeze my legs together to deal with the longing down below, yet I know if I move too much it will be obvious what I am doing. And also, you know what I don't even like this guy. Why does he have to the have the hottest body I've ever seen
AvaI'm not quite sure if it's the late afternoon sun or Him being so close to me. Only I am dripping sweat and feel extremely hot. I know I'm flushed with desire. I mean isn't this wrong. Mark and I have literally only just gone our separate ways. I feel slightly conflicted with knowing that in my heart I still love Mark, after five years together you don't just fall out of love with someone. It doesn't quite work like that. Well unless, I suppose you break out because one had an affair or turns out to be some psychopathological murderer. With Mark and I it was friendly. Sure he has hurt me a lot. I thought we'd get married and have kids, a dog and the whole white picket fence business. It did come as a total shock when he told me he needed someone to be more at home than I was. Zoe keeps track of his social media pages, I blocked him straight after I found out he had blocked me. I mean really??? Who does that? It's just immature. It isn't as if I would be stalking him on social med
SebastianWow! I think to myself as I lay here with my eyes closed. She is feisty. It's such a turn on. I'm used to yes girls. The ones that hang off my arm usually, who think they're going to tame me. Nobody tames Sebastian Garcia. No-one. They all want a piece of my heart, they all want my name. Only I'm not ready for all of that. Not at thirty. It's too young to settle down, although my parents think it's about time I started to expand the Garcia name. They're going to have to wait a bit for that.I don't even know this girls name but I want to know it. I want to know everything about her. I am sure with a temper that she is displaying, that she is HOT in bed. I think about sliding my body over hers and pinning her arms above her head and lavishing her lips with mine. I feel myself beginning to stir. I have to focus on something different. I can't let her notice that I've got a budding rock-hard situation arising. There is something about her. She is in my opinion far more beautif
AvaI'm exhausted. The travelling and the day has finally caught me up. It's only six in the evening and I still need to call my bestie, Zoe. I'm riling at the man on the lounger. I am still angry at him for being so damned good looking, sexy and so enticing. I don't know what came over me down there by the pool. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire and the tingling in my lower regions and warmth creeping up my stomach were alien to me. I am laying on my bed with the balcony doors open, the cool evening breeze is breathing its way into the room. The sheer white curtains billow slightly as the breeze travels and graces my skin. I press the vid button against Zoe's name and wait for her to pick up. I calculate it to be around eleven in the morning for her. I'm hoping its not a bad time. Zoe has her own business, she is a hairdresser and owns her own salon. Her parents died when she was young, it was a horrific car crash, it was instant. They had left her a trust fund which s
SebastianWell, what can I do now? I am so frustrated it's unbelievable. Never has a woman driven me this insane before. I feel like I need an ice cold shower, I can't be relieving myself again in the shower. On top of all that I am supposed to be moving on to the next hotel tonight. I wanted an early start tomorrow morning further down the coast. Yet now I don't want to leave here at all. Not having seen the American Girl. She is a fantasy with her natural grace and beauty. Not to mention that fiery temper of hers and her indignation. Okay I suppose I shouldn't have invaded her space quite so much. I know that was wrong, I really do. Only I couldn't help myself. As soon as I stepped out on the terrace and saw her lying there, my blood heated up, my heart started racing and just looking at her relaxing with a book in her hand, the gentle swell of her breasts. It was too much to resist. I stood on the patio looking at her for a few minutes too long. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Sh
AvaI had an on-off night. I recall crashing out almost straight after my call with Zoe. Then had the weirdest dreams about Him. I think I'm a bit obsessed about him even though I am trying hard to fight this. There is nothing other than his sexy torso, brooding eyes and dark mop of hair that I like about him. I am saying so far his personality is not winning me over. Not that I am looking for anyone to win me over or a romance. I'm not even looking for a fling. I want to get over Mark and besides that, I am in no position to have a relationship out here. It just wouldn't work, not with me living in Chicago. What's the point? Although as I laid in bed during the early hours, I did find myself touching myself at the thought of him. I couldn't stop thinking about his lips on my lady-flower, licking and biting me. It made me throb so badly I had to satisfy myself. My nipples were erect and I just wanted to sit on his face. I relieved myself on my fingers almost instantly then couldn't
AVAI step through the glass paneled patio doors that lead out to the terrace. I see a few people already in the pool, they look to be the slightly older generation getting their early morning laps in. That is dedication for you, it impresses me. The tables this morning are all adorned with white tablecloths, each with a pitcher of iced water on them, silverware and adorable blue coffee cups and saucers with a gold rim. It all looks really eloquent. I can't wait to feel the caffeine seep into my veins and wake me up a bit. I scooch my camera up my shoulder since it has begun to fall down and snap some pictures of the terrace. The sun is already warm at just half past eight and I have to adjust to avoid sun glare. Happy with the shots I make my way to a table underneath an umbrella tucked nicely in the corner. I have all day for the sun on my face and whilst I eat breakfast I prefer the shade. A waiter arrives, tanned, slender and very good looking. He smiles and asks if I am ready
AvaI gulp my second coffee aware of him standing there dressed in navy shorts and a pale blue shirt. It shoes off his bronzed skin and sexy forearms. I think I'm drooling. Yes I am definitely drooling. I watch as his eyebrows furrow. He looks to be having an intense conversation. I wonder who he is talking to. It could be an argument or misunderstanding with the woman in his life. That makes me feel knotted in my stomach. Why am I knotted? Gosh it's not as if I am dating this man or have any designs to do so. I already know he is conceited and arrogant because he invaded my space. Not once but twice. He runs his free hand through his mop of hair, it falls forward. He tries again to no avail. It's so damn sexy and I want to run my fingers through it and pull his face to mine. It's either hot outside, or it is the caffeine rush. But I am definitely feeling a bit too warm right now. I can't peel my eyes away from his slender hips and the toned legs. I already know he has rock-hard abs
SebastianI never usually come down here for breakfast. In fact I rarely start my day with anything but a green smoothie then an intense workout after a run. Only this morning, I am hoping to catch a glimpse of the American Girl. I'm not sure after our last encounter if she will even entertain me asking her to dinner, let alone speak with me. I have butterflies in my stomach at the thought of speaking to her again. This is unlike me. Usually I am confident and straight forward, yet with her. Well it all seems so new, exciting and I am actually a little in awe of her. Does that make me somewhat scared of her? Possibly.Now, however I am caught on the phone. My father is calling an urgent meeting and he wants me to fly down to Malaga where we have an issue with one of our new projects. It is our largest hotel yet here in Spain. We have branched out to other countries but there is nothing like the one we have planned in Malaga. It will become our signature hotel. He is on the phone stres