Chapter Thirty-Seven
Maya
For some reason we have to go from Manchester airport, which is bloody miles away. My bum is numb from being sat in the car so long. The roads were extra quiet though with how early we left, which is a bonus. Tommy has been extremely vague about the travel side of everything, which is annoying for someone like me. I’m a planner not a go with the flow type of girl.
I have flown from here before so I kind of get the gist of the area, but the way he’s taking us isn’t the normal way I would have gone. There are three terminals here after all though so the chances are it’s one of the ones I haven’t been to before. He won’t even tell me the airline so I could look up the details myself, he just kept smirking at me in that sexy yet cheeky way that he does.
The car finally starts to slow down, but we are definitely not at the car park, or even a terminalfor that matter, just a small glass building on its own by the runway. Strange.
As we pull up, a man walks out to greet us. “Good morning, Mr Jackson, Miss Houghton. I’ll take your keys for you, if you just head inside the staff will check your details and direct you to the plane.”
“Thank you,” we both reply as we unload the car. The man tips his head, takes the keys and heads to the car.
“What the fuck is going on Tommy?” I ask bewildered. I’m not used to this kind of thing, I feel like a bloody queen.
“Stop stressing or you’ll ruin the surprise!” He demands, but I see the twinkle in his eye at his excitement. We head inside as the security team pull up and go through the same process that we just did.
It only takes us a few minutes before we’re on the tarmac, walking over to what I can only guess to be a miniature plane. “You have got to be kidding me. We’re getting on that?” I ask absolutely mortified.
He laughs. “Yes Maya, we are getting on that,” His eyes crease with amusement.
I am terrified of flying. I wasn’t going to say anything because its never stopped me from getting on a plane before but this tin can? It’s bloody tiny! As I walk up the steps to board the plane, I feel like I’m on the green mile, walking towards death.
“Stop being dramatic, I promise you will be pleasantly surprised,” Tommy winks at me. Fucking winks. Like that is going to calm me down at all.
I barely pass through the door before voice’s all around me shout “Surprise!” I’m stood as still as a statue in shock. What the hell? Everyone is here, Fallon, Max, Lucy, Jenson, Blair and Gracie.
“What is going on?” I ask, struggling to string a full sentence together.
“We’re going on holiday!” Fallon bounces up and down excitedly her face beaming as she claps her hands and realisation finally sets in; we’re all going on holiday together.
I run up to the girls giddily, jumping up and down with them, this is going to be amazing. I can’t believe it, did Tommy really only plan this yesterday?
Also, this plane is ridiculous. Now that the shock is wearing off from seeing my friends, I can finally take it all in. It’s beautiful, thick beige carpets that go with the huge recliner leather chairs, tables are set in the middle of the facing chairs, almost like a posh train. I have never seen anything like it before.
I turn to Tommy, his eyes already on me. “Did you plan all of this?” I ask.
He nods, “Yes. I did it all whilst you were in bed yesterday morning. I hope that you don’t mind that it’s not just us” he smiles.
“Of course not, I am over the moon! Thank youso much for this,” I state as I lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“Eww, stop with the PDA or I’m getting off this plane,” Blair says flatly.
“Don’t be a bitch, they’re cute,” Gracie coos.
The flight was short and sweet, taking just over two hours to land in Menorca but it was an experience I will never forget, the flight attendant served us champagne and snacks the entire time we were airborne. I felt like a real life princess, first the beauty and the beast house, now private jets. I don’t even recognise myself, but I love it.
The airport is so busy when we go through passport control that Jenson’s men are being extra vigilant but for some reason I already feel at ease, like they are worrying for nothing. As soon as I stepped off that plane and the heat hit my skin, my worries all blew away.
We make it out of the airport with our luggage in no time and head to his home, which he has also been very quiet about so, I have no idea what to expect.
“We’re almost there” he tells me, excitement radiating off him. “This is the village we’re staying in.”
It’s beautiful and untouched, not like most places you visit in Spain. As crazy as it sounds, it’s still Spanish here and not overrun by ex-pats. The whitewash villas, apartments and tapas barsall look rustic, and really busy. It’s high season here at the minute, so everyone has come over for the summer. The smell of food as we drive past the rows of restaurants and bars has my stomach growling. God, I can’t bloody wait, I mentally take note of all the foods I’ll be ordering tonight.
We pull up to a property surrounded by white walls and rural bricks, making it look the part but still clean and new. As the gates swing open wide, we enter into what can only be described as paradise, it steals my breathe just to look at it.
“This is where we’re going to be staying?” I ask him, shock clearly taking over my face as he laughs.
