Song of the chapter: Piña Colada Song - Jack Johnson

Barcelona, warm and very welcoming, was our stopover on the way to Ibiza. This gave Stephen ample time to make his move on Min, who was playing hard to get, avoiding him with any and all means necessary - she purchased an engagement ring from the airport's Cartier to ward him off. However, he wasn't giving up easily although he had to leave for Madrid.

"I'll see you in Ibiza," he yelled towards us when he was checking in. Min was very embarrassed and tempted to yell a variety of profanity his way. Bless his soul, I thought. This was going to be one hell of a holiday.

We eventually arrived after 7 pm, exhausted and very hungry. The caretaker of the house Min rented for the week, a spritely middle aged woman, had cooked us a delicious meal when we got there.

"This is how we say 'Welcome' around here," Rosette explained, dishing up heaps of aromatic seafood and an assortment of traditional foods. Min even turned down dessert, dinner was that good.

She helped us settle in, showing us around the enormous 6 bedroomed beachfront house before heading out. She promised us a delicious breakfast for the next day and to introduce us to our guide for the duration of the trip who happened to be her teenaged son.

Rae was very excited at the possibility that I could hook up with this guy instead until she learnt of his age. "That's against the law, hun" I reminded her, amusement in my voice. She frowned at me, vowing to get me a Spaniard fling. I was starting to suspect she was merely doing this for her own benefit.

"I wish you the best of luck, my dear promiscuous friend."

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My alarm sounded at 6 am, vibrating atop a pillow beside me on the bed - I quickly hit snooze, refusing to wake up after being sleep deprived taking care of Min. An hour later it vibrated again - this time it was Mitchell, coaxing me into a phone call.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Nope, I was up hours ago," I lied, half asleep.

"I'm sorry, just wanted to hear your voice. See you later tonight, okay? Kick Min out of your bed if you have to. You're all mine tonight."

I'll always be yours, I murmured, attempting to rest for a little longer. I got up a few hours later when the heat became overwhelming and sleep surprisingly unbearable.

My curtains were drawn, the thin white fabric trapping warmth in my room. Thankfully the air-con was turned on, cool air slowly encroaching making me more comfortable.

I got ready for the day, taking a shower and dressing up in weather appropriate clothes finished with a pair of flip flops. Downstairs everyone was up and literally photo ready, wearing trendy Ibiza worthy clothes.

"Morning, muffin. Sit down and eat fast - Za is gonna be here anytime." Tyler beckoned for me, patting the chair next to her around the breakfast bar.

I ate as quick as I could, Min filling me in on this Za individual - Xavier, Rosette's 17 year old son showing us around the town. He was a tall, lean teenager with thick honey blonde locks and dark green eyes. Seemingly after a few seconds of their acquaintance, he was infatuated with Rae.

The tables have turned, I thought. This is going to be a good day.