“All good. My cars sold.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I hate that you had to sell your car.”
Grayson’s shrugs his shoulders as his arms wrap around my waist. “It’s just a car Ev, and it’ll pay for my next set of college fees.”
I nod. “I know, I just hate that he’s put you in this situation. Its not fair.”
Grayson laughs. “When has my dad every done anything fair or right in his life?”
“You can drive my car,” I tell him, looking up into his eyes.
Grayson laughs. “No way am I being seen driving a Beetle. It’s a girls’ car.”
I gasp in fake horror. “How dare you insult Gretta.”
He shakes his head, smiling. “You’re just going to have to chauffeur me everywhere from now on.”
“Oh, really?” I ask, arching a brow. “And what do I get in return?”
He smirks as he leans into my ear. “How about two orgasms before breakfast every day?”
I flush red and my core pulses, very much liking this idea. “Three,” I counter back with a bite of my lip.
“Three it is.” He agrees, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.
“Stop mauling poor Everly and get in this water, St. Clair!” Owen shouts from the pool.
Grayson reluctantly pulls away from my lips and with a wink he leaves me and he makes a run to the pool where he dives in and dunks Owen under the water.
The next day Grayson and I have some quality time together, leaving the others at the villa. We drive for about twenty minutes until we reach the main resort. During the day it is quiet and sedate, but at night it has a different vibe. My head is still recovering from our night out last night. Grayson parks up and I follow him out of the car we walk for about three minutes until he comes to a stop in front of a bar that back’s onto the beach.
“What do you think?” He asks, looking from me to the bar in front of us. It’s on two floors and the upstairs floor has a balcony all the way round the side and to the back. From here I can see that there is a large pool.
“It’s a bar.” I state, giving him a blank look. I’m not sure what he’s brought me out here for.
“I’m going to buy it.”
I blink and do a double take. “Sorry, what?”
Posh smiles. “I said I’m going to buy it. Come on, come and take a look.” He holds out his hand and I slip mine in his and allow him to guide me inside.
“It needs updating. It doesn’t have the look I’m aiming for and I’ll need to attract some decent DJ’s, but it has potential.”
My forehead wrinkles as I look at him, dumbfounded. “This is your plan? Instead of uni, you’re going to run a bar, here, in Ibiza.”
He nods. “Well, I am if you’ll come out here with me.”
“Me?” I repeat. Is he serious here?
Chuckling, he reaches for my other hand and pulls me into his body, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Yes, Manchester. With you. My mum’s inheritance gives me enough to buy this and get it refurbed and there’s a house attached for us.”
I blink and look around me. “But you’re not eighteen for another two months. What if it sells?”
He shrugs. ”Then I’ll find another bar.” He studies my face. “What are you thinking in there, Manchester?”
I scoff. “I’m thinking my boyfriend is crazy. You really are serious about this, aren’t you?” I ask.
“Deadly.”
“But what would I do?” I ask, suddenly wondering where I fit in all these plans.
“You could help me run it or you could still go to university online, or you could set up that online home interior business you’ve daydreamed about.”
I nod. He is right, university has always just seemed the obvious path after college, but do I really want to spend another three years of my life studying? Or do I want to get out into the world and find adventure?
Grayson fishes in the pockets on his shorts, and he dangles a set of keys. “Lets have a look around inside.”
I follow him inside and the bar is larger than it looks. It needs work, but the pool area out back that backs onto the beach is amazing and has so much potential. Grayson leads me down a dark corridor into what must be the private quarters of the property. There’s an open plan living kitchen area that backs out onto a small patio. Upstairs there are two bedrooms. We walk into the master and I blink. The master looks out across views of the sea. It is stunning. Grayson wraps his arms around me from behind as I admire the view.
“Can you picture it, baby? Waking up wrapped in my arms and looking out at that view.”
I lean my head back against his chest and just soak up the view and the sun beaming through into the room and filling it with light. I am already thinking of furniture and colour schemes.
“You have an eye for interiors. You could help me design the bar. It could be our little piece of paradise.”
I sigh, closing my eyes and picturing the life we could have here. “Are we too young for this?”
Grayson turns me in his arms until I’m facing him. “Who gives a fuck? So we’re young. I know you’re it for me, Manchester. I want to build a life here with you. Let’s take the plunge and live for today.”
I chew on my lip and look back at out at that view before I turn my attention back to him. I wrap my arms around his neck and smiling in nod my head. “Let’s do it. Let’s move to fucking Ibiza.”
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