Fifty Three

May’s POV

I started to say something, anything just to get them out of my face, but Gary beat me to it, his voice cutting through the attack, with a steady and unfazed look, and I wondered how he did that when I was freaking out inside like this. "We're here on a business trip, nothing more," he stated firmly, giving my arm a subtle, reassuring squeeze.

That wasn’t even close to helping me at all, but I appreciated the gesture.

Soon, a broad-shouldered man who I would later come to know as Alejo, Gary's bodyguard in Spain arrived at the place, and he walked towards us.

"Por favor, hagan espacio," Alejo commanded, his voice deep and resonant. The crowd parted, although they did that reluctantly, and he walked to us through all the sea of questions and camera flashes.

"Are you and Gary planning to stay long on the island?" a voice persisted from the crowd, and I wanted to haul my bag at whoever it was. Shouldn’t they just rest and stop bothering us?

"We'll be staying as long as ne