difference was I didn’t know Logan then, my flashbacks twisted into nightmares.
I feel the sombre mood hanging over me as I reflect on the hell I had endured not so long ago. I try hard to interact with everyone around me, trying not to show my family how I am really feeling.
Shaking off the memories imprinted on my brain, even while I soak up the Spanish sun on the sun-bed, I lay in the dark cloud of my past, hanging over me like toxic waste.
Logan hands me a glass of wine.
“Hey, Dee. Are you ok?”
I manage a smile.
“I’m cool. Thanks for being here for me.”
George and Susan sit on the sunbed next to us, the banter between them beginning to lift away the enormous depression I have been feeling all day.
Logan sits in front of me at the end of the sunbed. He looks magnificent; his bronzed skin showing off his sculptured, beautiful body. I feel guilty that I’ve been tangled up in my own hell all day and neglecting him.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ve not been quite with it today.”
“Don’t stress. Show me your white bits instead,” he laughs and kisses the top of my head with a soft brush, smiling down at me with love and a lust mirroring what is in my own eyes. I take a large swig of the cool white wine in an effort to launch me back to reality, in the hope of cooling down my ever growing hunger and the need to fuck the stunning alpha male in front of me.
The bar staff, waiters and general personnel work hard and very long hours. They are always very polite and greet us with a smile.
“Hola,” they say and wave to us as they walk by. I don’t know any Spanish at all, but I soon pick up a few words.
They are very well presented; the men in their white shirts and dark trousers, the women in plain white blouses and a black pencil skirt. Both are very beautiful dark eyes and hair, and dark golden skin.
They work so hard that I feel sorry for them working in this heat, and for such long periods. It doesn’t seem to faze them in the slightest.
“Come on ladies, we better get ready to go for dinner, I’m starving. I wonder what delicious dishes they will have in store for us tonight ,” I shout across to the girls. Kayleigh and Amy jump out of the pool, shouting on their Granny and Papa, looking straight towards me in fits of giggles.
“What are you two up to?”
“Mum, please can we have a sleepover in Grannie and Papa’s room tonight, please?”
I look up at Logan who finds it totally amusing that they had been plotting together.
He smiles and gives them a huge bear hug, wrapping his arms around them.
“You can, on one condition.”
“Anything, Dad.”
They stare up at him, eagerly waiting to hear what they have to do to have a sleepover.
“No fighting whatsoever, okay ladies.”
“Is that all? Yay, thank you. We can have a sleepover,” they screech running over to tell Susan and George.
The delicious spaghetti bolognaise we’ve just had is followed by ice cream. I can’t fit any more food into my belly. There’s a wide choice of dishes: different meats, fish, salads, pasta, rice, and so much more. Logan and George go back for more, filling up their plates, making the most of it. Where they put it all I don’t know.
Kayleigh and Amy have double helpings of ice-cream, they definitely made the most of it. We head out into the town; the streets are lined with bars, clubs, and restaurants. Every doorway has a promoter waiting to pounce on the passing potential customers, drawing people in with offers of low cost drinks and free shots. Drug dealers stand on every corner selling other things to cover up what they really sell. Music fills the night air, the atmosphere buzzing with life.
“Oh my god, I love Ibiza.” Amy laughs.
“Let’s find somewhere and get the drinks in people.”
George is raring to go. He is the coolest granddad I know and sure as hell loves a party. We locate a bar called the Mad Cow.
“Vodka and diet coke?”
“Yes please.”
Logan makes his way
I feel the sombre mood hanging over me as I reflect on the hell I had endured not so long ago. I try hard to interact with everyone around me, trying not to show my family how I am really feeling.
Shaking off the memories imprinted on my brain, even while I soak up the Spanish sun on the sun-bed, I lay in the dark cloud of my past, hanging over me like toxic waste.
Logan hands me a glass of wine.
“Hey, Dee. Are you ok?”
I manage a smile.
“I’m cool. Thanks for being here for me.”
George and Susan sit on the sunbed next to us, the banter between them beginning to lift away the enormous depression I have been feeling all day.
Logan sits in front of me at the end of the sunbed. He looks magnificent; his bronzed skin showing off his sculptured, beautiful body. I feel guilty that I’ve been tangled up in my own hell all day and neglecting him.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ve not been quite with it today.”
“Don’t stress. Show me your white bits instead,” he laughs and kisses the top of my head with a soft brush, smiling down at me with love and a lust mirroring what is in my own eyes. I take a large swig of the cool white wine in an effort to launch me back to reality, in the hope of cooling down my ever growing hunger and the need to fuck the stunning alpha male in front of me.
The bar staff, waiters and general personnel work hard and very long hours. They are always very polite and greet us with a smile.
“Hola,” they say and wave to us as they walk by. I don’t know any Spanish at all, but I soon pick up a few words.
They are very well presented; the men in their white shirts and dark trousers, the women in plain white blouses and a black pencil skirt. Both are very beautiful dark eyes and hair, and dark golden skin.
They work so hard that I feel sorry for them working in this heat, and for such long periods. It doesn’t seem to faze them in the slightest.
“Come on ladies, we better get ready to go for dinner, I’m starving. I wonder what delicious dishes they will have in store for us tonight ,” I shout across to the girls. Kayleigh and Amy jump out of the pool, shouting on their Granny and Papa, looking straight towards me in fits of giggles.
“What are you two up to?”
“Mum, please can we have a sleepover in Grannie and Papa’s room tonight, please?”
I look up at Logan who finds it totally amusing that they had been plotting together.
He smiles and gives them a huge bear hug, wrapping his arms around them.
“You can, on one condition.”
“Anything, Dad.”
They stare up at him, eagerly waiting to hear what they have to do to have a sleepover.
“No fighting whatsoever, okay ladies.”
“Is that all? Yay, thank you. We can have a sleepover,” they screech running over to tell Susan and George.
The delicious spaghetti bolognaise we’ve just had is followed by ice cream. I can’t fit any more food into my belly. There’s a wide choice of dishes: different meats, fish, salads, pasta, rice, and so much more. Logan and George go back for more, filling up their plates, making the most of it. Where they put it all I don’t know.
Kayleigh and Amy have double helpings of ice-cream, they definitely made the most of it. We head out into the town; the streets are lined with bars, clubs, and restaurants. Every doorway has a promoter waiting to pounce on the passing potential customers, drawing people in with offers of low cost drinks and free shots. Drug dealers stand on every corner selling other things to cover up what they really sell. Music fills the night air, the atmosphere buzzing with life.
“Oh my god, I love Ibiza.” Amy laughs.
“Let’s find somewhere and get the drinks in people.”
George is raring to go. He is the coolest granddad I know and sure as hell loves a party. We locate a bar called the Mad Cow.
“Vodka and diet coke?”
“Yes please.”
Logan makes his way
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