“I appreciate it. She gets worked up easily at the minute,” I say, grateful she doesn’t know what’s happening. She is already struggling with sleep. “Well then lads, it looks like we’re going to Menorca.”
I have spent the past hour arranging all kinds of shit to be able to set off tomorrow morning. Booking cars, finding passports, using my friend’s pilot and jet from Manchester airport soit’s further away but I know that all the stress will be worth it when we’re there. The whole gang is tagging along, which I’m going to keep as a surprise from Maya. I’ve sorted the salon for the girls so they don’t need to stress over money whilst its closed, and Max and I can work remotely anywhere so that was easy to sort out.
My goal is to make sure the next few weeks are a dream for my girl. Sun, sea, sex and cocktails, just what the doctor ordered. I even contemplated for a split-second asking Doc to come too, knowing Fallon would have been mortified over it, but that was a step too far.
It will be amazing, and we might even be able to explore the island a little with our tattooed, monster chaperones in toe. Now, all I need to do is tell Maya. I don’t know how she will take it, but to be honest she’s been that down this week it will do her good to get away.
It’s just gone 9am by the time I’m finished, so I start making her breakfast in bed. The way to my girl’s heart is food, something that I have known since we were young. On the days that her own mother forgot to feed her, it was obvious to me and so I’d always drop the hint to Fallon to invite her for over for dinner. Accordingly, my plan is to tell her the news whilst she has a mouthful of pancakes.
I head up the stairs with her breakfast to find she isn’t in our room. My heart starts to beat double time, I’m going to have a heart attack over this girl if things carry on like this. I breathe indeep to settle myself. It’s fine, she will be fine. She has probably snuck downstairs whilst I was in my office.
I chant this to myself repeatedly even though my brain is screaming ‘the psycho killer has got her’as I meander into the only other room of the house she loves as much as our bedroom. That’s where I find her, on her window seat curled up with a book. She hasn’t even noticed that I’ve walked into the room yet.
She’s make up free, with her hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head and a tiny silk pyjama shorts set on, looking absolutely irresistible.
“Morning baby,” I call from the door, not wanting to frighten her. She’s been especially jumpy recently. “I’ve got the goods.” I wink as I walk over.
Her face is beaming when she sees me, although I’m not sure if its me or the food she’s happier to see. I chuckle at the way she grabs for the coffee and plate of pancakes, covered with chocolate and strawberries.
“Mmm, you should do this every morning,” She hums happily taking a big sip of her hot drink. The way she reacts is so sexy and she doesn’t even know it. Will I ever get enough of her?
“Keep making noises like that and I will think of better ways to start your morning off.” I cock an eyebrow, knowing that she loved her wakeupcall yesterday morning, with my face buried between those beautiful legs.
Her cheeks heat at what I’m assuming is the same memory. “Oh, I agree with you. Orgasms and food are the way to my heart, you know this,” She giggles. She looks so happy this morning, let’s hope the bomb I’m about to drop keeps up that high.
“So… I have some news,” I start, her attention on me as I speak.
“Well spit it out, the anticipation is killing me,” She mock frowns at me.
“I’ve booked us a trip. We leave at 4am tomorrow.” I smile, watching her carefully for a reaction.
She sits up straighter, food forgotten about as she takes in what I’ve said.
“Why, what, where, when?” she exclaims. “You can’t just tell me half a story. What do I pack? How long for?”
“Why, because I love you and we need an escape for a while. What, a beach holiday to one of my places. Where, Menorca… you’re going to love it! When, well, I have already answered that one,” I laugh at her apparent excitement.
“Oh my god!” she jumps up and down then runs into my arms. “This is so exciting. I don’t even know where my passport is or any of my holiday clothes.” Suddenly her face drops, worry creasing her brow. “Is it a good idea? Is it… is it safe to go?”
“Yes, I’ve planned it all and checked with the lads first. They thought it would be a great idea. Obviously, they will be coming too so we won’t be entirely alone but we will have more freedom.” She visibly relaxes instantly. Thank fuck.
“We will have to go to my place to pick up some stuff,” She adds, more to herself.
“Nope, already sorted it. All you need to do is pack essentials and anything else we can pick up there.”
“Tommy, I haven’t worked in weeks. I can’t just go and buy a whole new wardrobe with fresh air!” she says abruptly.
“Maya, I don’t know how you don’t know this yet…but money isn’t exactly an issue for me and if you haven’t noticed, your kind of stuck with me. Which means what’s mine is yours, stop stressing.” At least I know she’s not with me for my money I laugh to myself, not that I ever thought she was.
“But still, it feels weird spending your money, even if you have a shit tonne of it,” She declares seriously, making me laugh.
“Well you can pay me back in blow jobs if it makes you feel better. Now come on, we’ve only got today to get sorted.”
