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
Ava - Six Months Later I'm standing in a beautiful large suite with a terrace on which sit two white iron chairs and a round table. The view is across olive groves and lavender-dusted hillsides to the majestic mountains where last night I watched the most spectacular sunset as I gazed over the scenic Sierra Morena. I sat here serenely by myself thinking this is the best decision I have ever made. My insides are all a flutter with butterflies, my heart feels like it will explode with happiness and I have had a perma-smile for the last few months. Life couldn't have been more beautiful nor moved as quickly as it has. In just these few months I have moved lock, stock and barrel to live with Sebastian in his ranch just outside of Santa Fe. Nestled in a wondrous spot just outside of the town where he was born. It is a sprawling plot of land where horses can roam freely. We have goats, sheep and a couple of cows. Bella loves tending to them and recently Sebastian bought her geese and duck
AvaIt's hot, hotter than I imagined as I step off the aircraft. It's been a really long flight from my home town of Chicago. I'm tired, grumpy and very hungry. On top of that I am nursing a broken heart. That's right. Well maybe it isn't that broken because I am angry about the whole thing. My fiancé Mark decided that since I spend most of my time travelling the globe, we aren't really that suited to be married. He called it off. Just twelve weeks before the wedding day. I've cried, had a pity party for the last ten days which nobody could shirk me out of. Not even my bestie Zoe. Until I decided enough was enough and booked my ticket one way to Sante Fe, Spain. If anything can pull me out of my slump it will be this. I hope.Mark and I were together for five years, I met him when I was eighteen in a coffee shop downtown in Chicago. I was taken with his shaggy blonde hair and aqua marine eyes. I thought personally we had it all. It turned out that what Mark wanted was a stay-at-hom
AVAI am so hot I begin to fan myself with my left hand. He is walking towards me, I feel like a melting pot. My insides begin to churn. Am I so fickle? I mean I've only just broken up with Mark. Or rather he broke up with me. The receptionist is saying something to me, but I am still looking at him. He's more gorgeous than a man ought to be. I lick my lips, then want to bite my tongue off. Come on Ava. He's going to see you're salivating over his sexy body. Get a grip girl!I turn to the beautiful woman sitting behind the mahogany reception desk. Her hair is jet black and tied up in a messy bun on top of her head. Her lips are a smacking red colour and I have to stop myself from asking what brand it is. Not that I wear much lipstick. In fact I hardly wear any make-up. The most I do is dust bronzer over my cheekbones and apply a lick of mascara. Usually when I am on my own travelling, I don't even bother with that. I'm on my journeys to take pictures and write my blog, to experience t
AVAI am so hot I begin to fan myself with my left hand. He is walking towards me, I feel like a melting pot. My insides begin to churn. Am I so fickle? I mean I've only just broken up with Mark. Or rather he broke up with me. The receptionist is saying something to me, but I am still looking at him. He's more gorgeous than a man ought to be. I lick my lips, then want to bite my tongue off. Come on Ava. He's going to see you're salivating over his sexy body. Get a grip girl!I turn to the beautiful woman sitting behind the mahogany reception desk. Her hair is jet black and tied up in a messy bun on top of her head. Her lips are a smacking red colour and I have to stop myself from asking what brand it is. Not that I wear much lipstick. In fact I hardly wear any make-up. The most I do is dust bronzer over my cheekbones and apply a lick of mascara. Usually when I am on my own travelling, I don't even bother with that. I'm on my journeys to take pictures and write my blog, to experience t
Sebastian I am still reeling after that girl spoke to me. How dare she speak to me like that with such indignation? She clearly doesn't know who I am. Whilst she stood there in front of me with bee stung lips that I want to kiss off her face, I held myself back from responding and letting her know just who she was addressing.No doubt staying in this hotel, she will come to know who I am and perhaps be a little more respectful. There is no doubt she is beautiful. I mean naturally beautiful with her luscious brown hair and I had to do everything in my power to stop myself from leaning in closer to smell the coconut and lemon that was pulling me in so fiercely that I was almost on top of her. Then she turned around and her brown-green eyes mesmerized me. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin and willed myself not to react. It was difficult, very difficult that is until she opened her mouth and told me I was in her space. How dare she? I am not used to being spoken to like this. I wo
AvaIt'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 deci
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