The One Addicted(66)

My mind flips to that - I have’t got a clue what I’m going to wear. Abby and Nathan are arriving in Dubai the day before we land, and I’m hoping that we will be able to do some much needed catching up, whilst girly shopping. I fancy something gold - I think Dubai calls for gold. Sparkly. Short?

I wonder who else would be at the party? I wish my sister and brother-in-law could have joined us but he has a major IT deal coming together this week and Suzie is still feeling incredibly nauseous with her pregnancy.

Finn would have loved it here too - but it wasn’t the place for children - it was a place for couples. Couples with nothing but sex, sleep, sunbathing and more sex on their mind. My mum and dad had him… again but at least Niall was stepping up and assisting for the weekend. I felt so guilty lying around sunbathing whilst my parents cared for my son but then I remind myself that he is at crèche in the day and they were more than happy for me to go away on ‘business’ especially as Sebastian had asked them first and they actually knew that we really stopped off here first. No wonder my mum had come and fussed over my suitcase and what I was taking. They’d been so pleased with the knowledge that we were taking it to the next level; I think they’d have agreed to anything Seb asked of them.

When I return, Finn and I would spend some much-needed time together and I’m hoping Seb too. Finn would love that. Our weekend at The Ashton had been amazing, we’d been like a little family and Finn and Seb had been inseparable. Maybe we could all go away for the weekend together - get one of those cottages in the Lakes and take him fishing again. I shake my head vehemently - I need to stop thinking about my little boy. I’m missing him terribly, the second I stop and think about him back at home and make a mental note to FaceTime him later that night.

Lying back onto the navy striped cushions I adjust my bikini, bend one knee and close my eyes to the rays. There was something about the sun that made me feel horny. Maybe it was the distinct lack of clothing or the kiss of the hot rays caressing my body - either way I am on fire. I feel decadent, sexy and completely pampered.

I need a scrummy Mr. Silver to come factor 8 me up.

He’d gone scuba diving earlier and I’d declined the offer of accompanying him. I knew I’d be missing out on an amazing opportunity and would have loved to view the ocean depths and its brightly coloured creatures close-up but there was no way I would ever have dipped my head under the water, let alone encased it in a claustrophobic diving mask and I didn’t want to ruin the opportunity for him - he lurved diving! My ex, Niall would never have been as understanding - hadn’t been in fact, during one of the few times we’d travelled abroad together. Sebastian had just kissed my nose, patted my bum and told me to rest, before whispering in my ear, all the dirty reasons why I need to preserve my energy.

Those words are playing on my mind now and causing shivers of anticipation over my skin. We’d done nothing but appreciate one another’s bodies since arriving and still it was never enough. I still can’t look at the outdoor shower without blushing. The burn was not dissipating- it’s ferocity was throbbing harder and faster at every turn.

 It was no good; I can’t relax any longer.

I place my kindle down under the sun lounger, and stretch like a cat, before sitting up and taking a sip of the cool glass of lemonade, recently delivered by our butler - how spoilt am I? Who had butlers these days? When you are travelling with Sebastian Silver they came as part of the package and I’m fast beginning to become accustomed to it. Me likey a lot! (I smile at our in-house Dumb & Dumber joke - that film seriously provided endless witty anecdotes).

I sip more of my mocktail through the purple glass straw and nibble on the lime wedge, nestling on the edge of the tumbler and check my phone’s not too hot in its hidey-hole under the sun-bed, before noticing that I’ve received a email. It’s from Jackie at the office…


All good here - hope you’re having fun in the sun. I’m forwarding you all your pertinent emails.

Colin says to call him when you get to Dubai - he has man trouble :)


Smiling, I reel off a quick reply and a text to Colin, then auto-lock the phone, replacing it under my sarong for safety, before I turn up the music on the sound system. I beam as Calvin Harris’ Summer, belts out into our tranquil private villa and then drop to sit at the edge of the cobalt blue infinity pool. It ran alongside the edge of the decking, built into the sea, from the villa and was perfect for someone who loved the smell of the sea but preferred the feel of the pool water - seeing what was beneath my feet was definitely a must in my book, especially without my hero here to encourage me.