All Chapters of Santa Fe Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AvaWell, I should be surprised only I’m not; well okay, I am a bit. When you’re expecting a double room and you’re given a whole penthouse, it is somewhat mind-blowing. I am taken aback by the sheer enormity of this suite. Not only that but my personal member of staff has told me he is on hand for me for my stay. If I need anything I’m to ask him. Oh and also, I have the rooftop pool to myself. It’s been booked out for the three day stay.Wait until I get hold of Sebastian. I know he’s a successful and seriously rich man, but honestly. A double room would have been fine. “Our room service is 24/7 and if you prefer to have a massage in your room we can organise that. Anything you need just let us know.” He doesn’t hang around waiting for a tip like in your average Joe hotel, no way. He nods politely and removes himself from the suite.In the ice bucket on the table right in the middle of the suite is a bottle of champagne. This man is going to spoil me rotten. But I hasten to add, I w

AvaI’m stumped really as to why I have allowed myself to even bother coming for coffee with Mark. Save for the apology. What does that even matter now anymore? I could be snapping pictures instead of sitting here in this coffee shop, albeit a nice coffee shop with Mark.He is seated opposite me whilst we wait for the waiter to bring us our drinks. I take in my surroundings. Petrol blue tongue and groove walls to the midway point and a silver-grey wallpaper on top with outlines in white of leaves. It’s pretty and cosy. The tables are all round mahogany with metal legs and the chairs are solid wood mahogany, with fabric to match the wallpaper. It’s pretty decadent but at this side of the city, it would be.The lighting is subdued and the glass windows are smoked, thus giving the impression of it being much later than it actually is. I calculate that Sebastian will land in Spain in around four hours. It will be early morning for him when he does and I cannot wait to talk with him and he

Ava Well if you’re wondering how my conversation with Mark went when he dropped the bombshell of wanting me back. Here goes. Mark: “I want you back, Ava.” Me: “It’s a bit late for that. Don’t you think? I’ve moved on Mark.” Mark: “Come on baby.” Me: “Don’t call me baby. I’m not your baby. You have no right to put yourself in my face, coerce me to have coffee with you then tell me, oh by the way it didn’t work out with Charlotte. Followed by, I want you back.” At this point I wanted to slap his face, throw my coffee at him but that would have been a waste of a perfectly good drink, and run out on him. Only I wasn’t quite finished. How I managed to restrain myself is beyond me because my blood was above boiling point. I could feel my face being flushed with anger, my fingers itched to scratch his eyes out. Mark: “It’s not quite like that. It just wasn’t working. I realized I had made a grave mistake. I didn’t feel the same way about Charlotte as I did you, only I was so stupid. I

Sebastian I had a couple of hours to shower, shave and get ready to meet my daughter again. Having only seen her briefly in Zaragoza my heart is longing to see her again. I’m also riled about Mark having accidentally bumped into Ava in New York. My emotions are mixed about that, only I’m not convinced it was an accident. Although how he would have known she was flying there is anyone’s guess. I’m also very excited for her to be meeting with her agent. It’s a huge prospect for her and I can’t wait to see her name published. There is a knock on the door of the villa. In my bare feet and jeans and a black t-shirt, I walk to it across the cool stone floors. “Good morning, Sebastian. Arabella is so excited to see you. We have a late breakfast planned on the terrace. Can you join us now?” Mirabella asks. She is as usual dressed in Chanel, a smart cream skirt and a jacket that matches. Her blouse is sunburnt orange and suits her auburn hair, again up in a chignon. This woman is always dress

Ava I know I look shocked and have made some kind of guttural sound, it has caused a few people to look at me. Great. Only I cannot believe what I have just read. I am struggling to digest it as my emotions range from hurt to angry then back to feeling like someone has cut my stomach with a knife. It’s raw and it’s painful. I read Sebastian’s next message. Say something mi carina. What is there to say, Sebastian? It’s not like anything I say right now is going to change anything. I’m just hurt and sad. So many things all at once. What do I do, stay here? I can’t deal with this right now. I just can’t. Sorry xxx I end the message and just place the phone in my small bag. I cannot handle anything right now and it seems like everything is stacked against me and it’s yet another perfect day that feels like it’s had the bottom sucked out of it. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of my life, well at least one of them. I’ve just signed a three book deal with my agent, I’m in New York w