on each other’s every word. Finishing each other’s sentences was something they had done since the first day they met, yet after brief moments of intensity they would always run away from each other, busying themselves with others, or with their work. Yet everything they ever did together always worked, and always had magical results.
Now they found themselves spending as much time together as possible. That summer had seen both of them in bed with other people. They had not confided this in each other; no conversation was ever had; yet each, silently in their hearts, had now promised to be loyal to the other. The promise made that much more real as it was not spoken out loud, yet only inside their hearts.
They sat together at the restaurant in the beach, discussing visions for the year ahead, concepts for the parties, themes, and costumes. Their ideas bounced off each other; fuelling the creativity, fine tuning the designs.
Selena leaned back in her chair, twiddling the pencil in her hand.
“So Ivan” she said.
“Shall we go to Italy for a week?”
“Why Italy?” asked Ivan.
“OK where?” replied Selena.
“Oh! You mean a holiday? I thought you were talking about work. Like maybe we had to pick up some costumes or something.”
“No silly, I am talking romance!” Selena laughed. Ivan looked at her and smiled.
“Italy sounds lovely.” He replied and took her hand.
“I love you baby.” She said.
Chapter 7
When they got back to the Motel that evening there were messages that the biggest news channel was doing a report on the success of Select, and there was also a message that a very successful film director wanted to do a film about them.
“Wow baby. This just keeps getting bigger and bigger.” Said Ivan as he looked over the messages.
As they curled up in bed together that evening, Ivan turned to Selena.
“It is a real concern baby.” He said. “If we do do this film, it means we are going to have to be away from the nightclub. The director wants to film us on location, which is somewhere over in Alicante. It means we won’t get many days at the club. I don’t know if it is a good idea.
“Let’s think about it in the morning.” Said Selena, leaning over to switch out the light.
“Ok baby, you are the boss.” Said Ivan, and together they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When they awoke the next morning they decided to stroll through the small streets and lanes of Mikanos, taking coffee and croissants in a little café near the bay.
The bougainvillea hung brightly displaying its vivid purple shades against the blue sky, and against the white wash buildings. The soft winter breeze caressed their bodies as they strolled through the stone cobbled streets.
As they passed as music store Selena noticed a festival poster on the door.
“Oh look,” she said pointing at the poster. “Adam is playing in Italy.”
Ivan looked at the poster and suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy inside. Feelings he had not felt since the summer, of possessiveness, fear and insecurity, began raging inside him. He pulled his hand away from Selena’s and walked to the distance. She walked after him, confused and in despair.
“Ivan” she called. He stormed away, edging past people in the street. She raced after him, and fell. “Ivan!” she called, having stumbled in the road, now sitting on the floor. He ignored her and raced ahead.
That evening Selena sat in their room at the Motel. Ivan had disappeared earlier that day and she did not know where he had gone or why.
He had left her in the middle of the street as soon as had mentioned Adam’s name.
But why? He couldn’t know what had happened between Selena and Adam. As far as he knew Adam was just another DJ who had played for them. And anyway if he did know, why had he not been angry with her before?
Questions swirled around in her head. At that moment Ivan entered the room.
“Hey
Now they found themselves spending as much time together as possible. That summer had seen both of them in bed with other people. They had not confided this in each other; no conversation was ever had; yet each, silently in their hearts, had now promised to be loyal to the other. The promise made that much more real as it was not spoken out loud, yet only inside their hearts.
They sat together at the restaurant in the beach, discussing visions for the year ahead, concepts for the parties, themes, and costumes. Their ideas bounced off each other; fuelling the creativity, fine tuning the designs.
Selena leaned back in her chair, twiddling the pencil in her hand.
“So Ivan” she said.
“Shall we go to Italy for a week?”
“Why Italy?” asked Ivan.
“OK where?” replied Selena.
“Oh! You mean a holiday? I thought you were talking about work. Like maybe we had to pick up some costumes or something.”
“No silly, I am talking romance!” Selena laughed. Ivan looked at her and smiled.
“Italy sounds lovely.” He replied and took her hand.
“I love you baby.” She said.
Chapter 7
When they got back to the Motel that evening there were messages that the biggest news channel was doing a report on the success of Select, and there was also a message that a very successful film director wanted to do a film about them.
“Wow baby. This just keeps getting bigger and bigger.” Said Ivan as he looked over the messages.
As they curled up in bed together that evening, Ivan turned to Selena.
“It is a real concern baby.” He said. “If we do do this film, it means we are going to have to be away from the nightclub. The director wants to film us on location, which is somewhere over in Alicante. It means we won’t get many days at the club. I don’t know if it is a good idea.
“Let’s think about it in the morning.” Said Selena, leaning over to switch out the light.
“Ok baby, you are the boss.” Said Ivan, and together they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When they awoke the next morning they decided to stroll through the small streets and lanes of Mikanos, taking coffee and croissants in a little café near the bay.
The bougainvillea hung brightly displaying its vivid purple shades against the blue sky, and against the white wash buildings. The soft winter breeze caressed their bodies as they strolled through the stone cobbled streets.
As they passed as music store Selena noticed a festival poster on the door.
“Oh look,” she said pointing at the poster. “Adam is playing in Italy.”
Ivan looked at the poster and suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy inside. Feelings he had not felt since the summer, of possessiveness, fear and insecurity, began raging inside him. He pulled his hand away from Selena’s and walked to the distance. She walked after him, confused and in despair.
“Ivan” she called. He stormed away, edging past people in the street. She raced after him, and fell. “Ivan!” she called, having stumbled in the road, now sitting on the floor. He ignored her and raced ahead.
That evening Selena sat in their room at the Motel. Ivan had disappeared earlier that day and she did not know where he had gone or why.
He had left her in the middle of the street as soon as had mentioned Adam’s name.
But why? He couldn’t know what had happened between Selena and Adam. As far as he knew Adam was just another DJ who had played for them. And anyway if he did know, why had he not been angry with her before?
Questions swirled around in her head. At that moment Ivan entered the room.
“Hey
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