Ava I am so happy, I am ecstatic. We have had the best few days together and I know that my heart is finally lending itself to possibly being in love again. Trust me I have been fighting this all the way, I have tried to keep myself in check and not allow my emotions to run wild. After all, I had promised myself not to do anything stupid like have feelings for Sebastian. Once bitten, twice shy and all of that. Only it's nigh on impossible. I just cannot get my head to rule my heart. Part of me is also scared that I may never feel this again and isn't it better to feel elation like this than never feel it at all? I'm not allowing myself to think beyond today every step of the way because our time together will be all too short as it is. Of course I have been fantasizing that we'll have this wonderful relationship where I fly over to see Sebastian on a regular basis or he comes to the US. I know he has hotels there and he did mention that they are looking at land in Texas and in Califo

Sebastian I watch her leaving, my heart lurches and feels like it has fallen to the floor. Ava won't even allow me to explain myself to her. It's not as if I am having an affair or seeing another woman. I simply would not do that. Not. Ever. It's not the kind of man that I am. My heart is for Ava and for her alone. The tears are in my eyes, I'm not a crying man but this physical pain as I see her run out of the door from our suite is killing me. I call after her again only to hear the door slam closed. There is only one place I think she will go. The airport. Damn it, why did Marissa have to turn up and why like that? It was unexpected, ordinarily the woman would contact me. This is out of order and I haven't had a chance to speak to Ava about any of this. I should have done. I should have mentioned something at the beginning. Why did I keep this a secret from her? When I knew then that my heart was being stolen by my beautiful American Girl. I feel like kicking myself. I have to ge

Sebastian I'm not prepared to let her go, not just like that. All sorts of emotions are running through me right now from anger, hurt, longing to desperation. I shrug the guards arm off me who has appeared by my side trying to escort me out of the building. I'm not an unreasonable man, he has a job to do and I can see why they want me out. I am causing a distraction and everyone is now surrounding me. Great this will look good on YouTube. I try everything in my power not to be snapped but this losing Ava like this is unbearable. "I'm going." I say to the guard. He releases my arm and lets me walk away. People begin to clear the way so I can at least get through. One man shouts out, "go after her. Don't let her get away." I nod. It is not my intention to let her simply fly away. I have a private yet. My next calls are to my pilot, my assistant and my driver. "I need you to have the jet ready in thirty minutes." I tell my pilot. He doesn't question me, even though I'm probably pushin

Ava "Do you want to stay here honey?" My mom's voice is full of concern. I shake my head. I've had my hugs and comfort from them and as much as I love my parents, I'm looking forward to just going back to mine and Zoe's apartment and crashing. I'm so exhausted I feel dizzy. It's been a long haul back from Spain. I have spent so many tears, drained myself with so much emotion and now feel utterly deflated. There's no way Sebastian is going to fly all the way here just to see me. I've read far too many romance books, watched too many girlie movies and this is real life, those aren't. The glimmer of hope I had after dad's words are fading rapidly. Real life is catching up with a bang. "No, I'll go back to mine. Dad would you give me a lift please?" "Absolutely. if you're sure. But you'll come back over tomorrow for lunch won't you? We've missed you sweetie." He's so lovely my dad. I give him a massive hug. Once a daddy's girl, always a daddy's girl and I'm proud of it. "For sure."

Ava I've had a shower and mulling over my pep talk from Zoe. I've changed into my favorite sleep shorts and vest top. They're yellow with white cotton trim and the softest fabric against my skin. My long dark hair is now in a top knot. I've thrown myself on my over-sized furry bean bag, the palest blush pink color that sits in a corner of my room in our apartment. I've created this space as my reading nook and I adore it. I'm so in love with my books, they bring me comfort as I look at the spines, run my hands along them and take the odd one off the shelf and sniff it. Along the top of my room are fairy lights which sparkle but nothing like the sea when the sun shone down on it in Malaga. I sigh heavily. My heart lurches. I have managed not to cry for nearly an hour. A record since this morning. Are we even still in the same day? It seems to have been the longest day on record. I wonder what Sebastian is doing right now. I calculate the time, it's now nearing eight in the evening h