Dr. Arrogant and Mr. Vanity (Slowly Editing)

Chapter Twenty-Five: To Ibiza

The next day, I was packed and ready to go. Celeste picked me up from my house and brought me to the airport. When I left, Dylan was asleep on my couch. I told Celeste to make sure he got home alright. I didn’t tell her anything about last night. I couldn’t tell her. Just thinking about it made me angry. All I was worried about was seeing Emilio. I couldn’t wait to see Emilio. A twelve hour flight which included a two hour layover was the only thing standing in my way. I was ecstatic.

I slept for most of the trip. I was trapped in a seat next to a really old woman who would occasionally fall asleep on my shoulder every so often. It was really uncomfortable, but I didn’t have the heart to move her off of me, so I just sat there stiffly, praying she wouldn’t die on me.

When we finally landed in Ibiza, my stomach was twisting in knots. I had only been to one other country other than America and that was Canada, so it didn’t really count. Everything was much different. The airport was hectic and everything was in Spanish, I think. I was very lost. I managed to find my luggage but there were so many people around and I could not find Emilio.

I walked around awkwardly for a few minutes and headed for a payphone. I dialed the number Emilio had given me. The phone rang a few times until going straight to voicemail. Great! I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. What the hell was I going to do?

Where was Emilio?

“Excuse me, sir,” a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Emilio standing behind me. He looked different. He definitely had a tan and his hair was cut. His eyebrows were waxed and his facial hair was completely gone. I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t seen him in three days, but I was slightly turned on by this new look.

“Emilio? You look different,” I blurted out.

“In a good way or a bad way?” he asked, a grin stretching across his face.

“You look hot - But that’s beside the point, I was looking for you, asshole!” I growled.

“You were so lost,” Emilio chuckled. “It was so adorable and is this how you greet your boyfriend?”

“Yeah this is how I greet my boyfriend when he’s late,” I retorted as he grabbed one of my bags from the floor. He led the way out of the airport. I followed close behind him like the lost puppy I was. I couldn’t help but grin – a smile never leaving my face. I was so glad to be with Emilio. He grabbed my things and shoved it in the back of a taxi, as we headed towards his place.

“Sorry I was late,” Emilio said. “I misestimated how long it would take to get here.”

“It’s fine,” I replied as he kissed me on the cheek. His mouth fell onto my neck, as he planted kisses on it.

“Emilio,” I said in embarrassment.

“What? I missed you,” Emilio said innocently.

“I know but not in the taxi,” I replied. “Where are we going anyways?”

“Dropping your things off at our hotel room,” he said.

“I thought we were staying with your family,” I asked confused.  

“I changed my mind,” Emilio said casually. “Plus, we’d have more privacy at a hotel.”

I couldn’t help but think that there was another reason behind this. I mean Emilio wasn’t staying in a hotel for the past week and now all of sudden when I arrive he wants us to stay in one. Maybe I was being suspicious but I couldn’t help it. It’s my nature. I sighed staring out the window at Ibiza. It was truly a beautiful place.