Ava I stare at my mobile as the rage and anger fuels my entire body. This man, he just won’t let up. I swear if he was standing in front of me now, I’d easily punch him in the face. I’m not even sure whether to be concerned or just laugh this off. Only he is making me a bit shaky with the tone of his message. Moving away from the patio I step back inside the penthouse suite and read the message again. You had no right to run out on me like that the other day. I only wanted to talk and express how I felt. You’re not going to get away from me, Ava. I’m still in love with you. So, I fucked up. I realize that. But if you think I’m letting you get away you need to think again. I’ve seen all your social media posts with that man and he’s not right for you. I’m going to do everything I can to show you that he is wrong for you. I am the one that is meant to be with you forever happy after Not that jumped up son-of-a-bitch. I know where you’re staying here in NYC and I’ll be waiting. I mean

Ava “Honey it’s so good to see you. It feels like you’ve been away for weeks and it’s only been a couple of days.” My mother rushes to me as I enter the cosy kitchen. As usual she is cooking and wearing her blue apron with her tied up in a messy bun. She looks so inviting and I allow her to take me into her arms and press me right into her bosom. I’ve missed my mom so much. She is right though, it does feel as if it’s been weeks not just a couple of days. So much has happened what with bumping into Mark, his threatening/nuisance messages, Arabella practically rejecting me and having a blinking bodyguard now of all things. Who, by the way I have left standing outside for the time being. Best not to overwhelm my mother in the first few seconds of arriving back home. “I know. It feels like it’s been ages too.” I say as I place my portfolio on the two-seater sofa in the inglenook in the kitchen and slip my rucksack off my shoulders and place it on the sofa too. It’s looking a bit jaded

Tate I’m still in a sulk. I should be excited beyond belief to be flying back to Spain to see and be with Sebastian again this evening. It’ll be the early of the hours of course since they won’t be ready for me until seven tonight. Right when I should be going out with Zoe and Nate for dinner. I then have a wild idea of having them come with me to Spain and being flown back in a week’s time. Only that is a pipeline dream since Zoe has her business to run and Nate has patients to see. Mom has been frantic all day at the thought of me flying out later this evening. She’s overwhelmed to say the least and I get that, I really do. Dad hasn’t taken it all too well either and shot off to the golf course to hit balls on the driving range. It’s now eleven and I am still in my bloody pjs. What I need is to shower and get my shit together and head over to the apartment to pack a few things into my larger suitcases. You know like personal belongings I want before my stuff arrives, clothes, shoes

Sebastian “Hello my beautiful, American Girl.” Her face is a picture as her jaw looks like it has dropped to the ground. Her beautiful green eyes wide and now she is running toward me. Ava’s arms open wide and she throws herself into me. “Oh my God, how on earth did you do this?” I knew she’d be surprised and happy. It is the least I could do to fly the ten hours back to meet her for our return to Spain. I didn’t want my girl to have to travel to her new home all on her own. Not at all. This experience we should share together, like so many more experiences we will have in our lifetime together. This woman is precious to me, I worship the ground that she walks on, I love everything about her from the mole just above her lip to the hair on her head. Talking of which smells like coconut and lemons as she presses her head into my shoulder. My arms are already around her and I hold her into me tightly. It feels like we have been separated for months not just days. It’s felt like an eter