Secluded Affair

Chapter 29

The following day we got up and got ready for the day; we finished packing everything up in the house that we could take with us in the car. We pack in the cases and Jon's couple of guitars he brought with him. It's a tight squeeze getting everything in as Jon wanted to do it all in go, so we could spend the rest of the day settling into the new place. 

"Now, have you got everything. Do you want to do another sweep through of the house?" Shouts Jon from the bedroom.

"No, I got the main things I need. Did you get our passports and stuff?"

"Yeah, they are in my bag on the counter. Do you want to check it over?"

"Sure, babe." you rummage through his bag and find an envelope with the passports and other administrative paperwork.

Jon comes walking through the kitchen with a smile on his face, his blue eyes twinkling. You take a moment to admire the man standing in front of you. 

"Oi pervert, can you stop ogling me and get on with getting out of here"

"Nope", you walk over to him and rub your hands up and down his body, lightly scraping my nails over his nipples, looking deep into his eyes and taunting him with a dirty smirk.

"Grrrr, I swear your gonna be the death of me, girl", he grumbles at you and bends down to kiss you, but you move out the way and run around the island away from him, laughing as you go.

"Oh, you are in for it when I get my hands on you" he chases you around the island to try and catch you; after a few turns around, you stop breathless.

"I surrender, I can't breath" you pant through each gulp of breath. Then, finally, you lean over the island, resting your head in your arms. 

Jon stands on the other side and laughs at you. You peek through your lashes at him, and he pokes his tongue out at you and then walks off to the living room and takes a seat on the sofa. You follow him through, sit next to him, lie your head on his shoulder, and close your eyes, still slowly catching your breath. Jon kisses the top of your head and rests his chin there. You take hold of his hand, playing with his fingers and then entwine them together. Some time passes before you both want to move.

"We best get a shift on, baby; Ava will be waiting for us."

"Alright, let's go, babe, new adventures await" you jump up, punching the air like a cheesy superhero.

"Your such a dork," he says, laughing at you.

"Yeah, I am, and you love it. Come on, Superman, fly me away" Jon looks at you and continues laughing.

You grab a couple of little bits and your bags left on the island and walk out of the villa; Jon is busy setting the alarm. You take a step back and look at the villa one last time. It had barely even reached two weeks since you stepped foot in the for the first time, so much had happened, so many happy memories, the first time you saw Jon, your first everything with him had happened here. It made you sad to know you would never have the joy of revisiting old memories in this place again. 

You ok, sweetie?" Jon asks, coming to your side.

"Yeah, baby, just remembering all our good times here, our firsts of everything. It will be sad not being able to come back here in the future"

"I know angel face, but just think of all the firsts we will have in our new homes," he said, kissing the side of your head.

You both squeeze into the car and drive off for the last time down the driveway, and head towards the new place. We drive through town and pull up outside a very fancy looking building, and there are three floors; all of the apartments have pretty big balconies. Jon brings the car into the private underground car park; we get our bags with all of our important stuff, make our way up to the reception area, and speak to the guard there. The guard has our keys and shows us up to the apartment, he opens the door, and the place is massive. The foyer alone is almost the same size as my pokey little place in England. 

We quickly look around, finding out which door leads to where. The living area is all open plan with the kitchen and dining area, and the entire front wall is bi-folding doors that lead out onto the balcony. We wander through the rest of the house and pick out which room we will stay in. 

Jon and I decide it's time to get the bags and his guitars out of the car; the idea of leaving the guitars in the car has had him on edge. It takes us three trips to get all our stuff up and into the apartment. We close the door and lock it, heading into the bedroom to unpack some of our property. Jon brings his guitars into the other bedroom, lays the cases on the bed, and opens them up, inspecting them for any damage, not likely since they are packed in complex cases, but they are like his children and bloody expensive, so I get it. 

I leave him to it, wander through to the living area, and see what the kitchen is like. I open the massive double door fridge, and inside is a fruit basket and a bottle of white wine with a note; I open it up, and it's a little gift from Ava. I bring out the fruit basket, chop some of it up to make a fruit salad, search through the cupboards to find some bowls and glasses, bring it all out, and set it up on the balcony. I walk back through the house looking for Jon and find him sitting in the room with one of his guitars in his lap with a faraway look in his eye, but I also don't want the fruit to turn minging.

"Jonny, baby, I made us some food you want to join?" 

He slowly looks away from the spot he was staring at and looks at you, not only looking at you, but it's like he's staring right through you. 

"Jonny, you ok."

"Yeah, I was just lost in my head. did you say something before?"

"Yeah, I said I had made us some food and asked would you like to join me."

"Yeah, I'm starving. sorry I didn't hear you, honey."

"It's fine, Jon, don't apologise. Maybe after we have something to eat, we should nap. We've been busy the last few days, and I think it's beginning to catch up."

"I think you could be right there, Darlin." He says, putting his guitar down on the bed.

You take his hand and pull him up from sitting on the bed to standing; you lace your fingers together and walk him through the apartment to the balcony.

"Where did you get the fruit from."

"Ava left it in the fridge with the wine and a note; I think she must have a load printed just waiting to go because it's the same one she left in the villa when I arrived."

"Well, there is no point handwriting one whenever a machine can take that hassle out for you."

You both sit and eat your food and enjoy a glass of wine while watching the people down the street, totally unaware that you're watching them. The view from the balcony looks out over the tops of some houses and out across the sea; it's pretty relaxing hearing the sounds of everyday life going on again. You feel a yawn gripping at you and tiredness clawing through your body.

"I'm gonna clear this stuff up and then head to bed for a nap, baby."

"No, Missus, you will get your cute Lil butt into bed, I'll tidy this up, and then I will come to join you for a nap. I'm feeling quite beat as well."

You know there is no point in arguing with the man because even if you did, he would still win and right now, you are too tired for either of them. So you walk back into the house and through to the bedroom; you start taking off your clothes as soon as you walk through the door and place them on the chair. You get to the bed, pull back the covers and jump in, pulling your covers up to your chin, roll over onto your side and close your eyes; you don't even hear Jon come in and join you. 

You wake up a while later, and it's pitch black outside, and Jon is laying on his front, one arm tucked under the pillow, and his head is turned facing you. His lips are slightly parted, and his forehead is furrowed. You get up and answer mother Nature's call, and you are too tired to do anything else except crawling back into bed and close your eyes again.