All Chapters of Santa Fe Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AVAI am so hot I begin to fan myself with my left hand. He is walking towards me, I feel like a melting pot. My insides begin to churn. Am I so fickle? I mean I've only just broken up with Mark. Or rather he broke up with me. The receptionist is saying something to me, but I am still looking at him. He's more gorgeous than a man ought to be. I lick my lips, then want to bite my tongue off. Come on Ava. He's going to see you're salivating over his sexy body. Get a grip girl!I turn to the beautiful woman sitting behind the mahogany reception desk. Her hair is jet black and tied up in a messy bun on top of her head. Her lips are a smacking red colour and I have to stop myself from asking what brand it is. Not that I wear much lipstick. In fact I hardly wear any make-up. The most I do is dust bronzer over my cheekbones and apply a lick of mascara. Usually when I am on my own travelling, I don't even bother with that. I'm on my journeys to take pictures and write my blog, to experience t

Sebastian I am still reeling after that girl spoke to me. How dare she speak to me like that with such indignation? She clearly doesn't know who I am. Whilst she stood there in front of me with bee stung lips that I want to kiss off her face, I held myself back from responding and letting her know just who she was addressing.No doubt staying in this hotel, she will come to know who I am and perhaps be a little more respectful. There is no doubt she is beautiful. I mean naturally beautiful with her luscious brown hair and I had to do everything in my power to stop myself from leaning in closer to smell the coconut and lemon that was pulling me in so fiercely that I was almost on top of her. Then she turned around and her brown-green eyes mesmerized me. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin and willed myself not to react. It was difficult, very difficult that is until she opened her mouth and told me I was in her space. How dare she? I am not used to being spoken to like this. I wo

AvaI'm not quite sure if it's the late afternoon sun or Him being so close to me. Only I am dripping sweat and feel extremely hot. I know I'm flushed with desire. I mean isn't this wrong. Mark and I have literally only just gone our separate ways. I feel slightly conflicted with knowing that in my heart I still love Mark, after five years together you don't just fall out of love with someone. It doesn't quite work like that. Well unless, I suppose you break out because one had an affair or turns out to be some psychopathological murderer. With Mark and I it was friendly. Sure he has hurt me a lot. I thought we'd get married and have kids, a dog and the whole white picket fence business. It did come as a total shock when he told me he needed someone to be more at home than I was. Zoe keeps track of his social media pages, I blocked him straight after I found out he had blocked me. I mean really??? Who does that? It's just immature. It isn't as if I would be stalking him on social med

AvaI'm exhausted. The travelling and the day has finally caught me up. It's only six in the evening and I still need to call my bestie, Zoe. I'm riling at the man on the lounger. I am still angry at him for being so damned good looking, sexy and so enticing. I don't know what came over me down there by the pool. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire and the tingling in my lower regions and warmth creeping up my stomach were alien to me. I am laying on my bed with the balcony doors open, the cool evening breeze is breathing its way into the room. The sheer white curtains billow slightly as the breeze travels and graces my skin. I press the vid button against Zoe's name and wait for her to pick up. I calculate it to be around eleven in the morning for her. I'm hoping its not a bad time. Zoe has her own business, she is a hairdresser and owns her own salon. Her parents died when she was young, it was a horrific car crash, it was instant. They had left her a trust fund which s

AvaI had an on-off night. I recall crashing out almost straight after my call with Zoe. Then had the weirdest dreams about Him. I think I'm a bit obsessed about him even though I am trying hard to fight this. There is nothing other than his sexy torso, brooding eyes and dark mop of hair that I like about him. I am saying so far his personality is not winning me over. Not that I am looking for anyone to win me over or a romance. I'm not even looking for a fling. I want to get over Mark and besides that, I am in no position to have a relationship out here. It just wouldn't work, not with me living in Chicago. What's the point? Although as I laid in bed during the early hours, I did find myself touching myself at the thought of him. I couldn't stop thinking about his lips on my lady-flower, licking and biting me. It made me throb so badly I had to satisfy myself. My nipples were erect and I just wanted to sit on his face. I relieved myself on my fingers almost instantly then couldn't