At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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"Did you tell him about the—"
"Oh yes, Jamie m'boy. Did you order something from sunny South Africa?" My dad asks and I whip my head around; any faster would have caused whiplash.
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I'm back home in Glasgow for the summer break of the F1 season. It's just a month off and I get to spend my birthday at home without worrying about work. I'm as amazed as anyone at how well the last few races have gone.
Adam attended the French Grand Prix with Wally (Yep, Walter said, "Call me Wally." 10 points to Gryffindor, baby!) And that definitely gave me the confidence boost after my abysmal performance in Canada; I finished 6th. Granted that was the week after Ava left and I just couldn't focus.
But the last few races have been better. I've won four out of five, after a three race winning streak, won the 'home' race in Silverstone, and I finished second in Austria, just behind my team mate. I may have underestimated the little shit. But he's definitely kept me on my toes. I soon realized if I didn't get my head back in the game, I'd be replaced as the team's principal driver and there's no way in hell I'll let that happen.
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It's been seven weeks since I've seen Ava. Her four week stint at the retreat ended on time but then she and her family took their own little retreat to the bush.
I got a meek one hour chat with her for the entire duration of her stay at the retreat. And that was just as a reward because she dealt with the Daniel situation. Granted we both got a happy ending (I'm like a ticking time bomb with luminous blue balls), but I've been moody and surly ever since.
Since she's been in the bush, we try to chat and text throughout the day but the cellular reception there has been bad, so I've felt more disjointed from her than ever before.
I know I have to give her space and time to heal. I've done some soul searching myself. Ok, not voluntarily. Royden made sure I speak to the team sports shrink twice a week, especially after my terrible Canadian performance. And it's definitely been helping. Sarah, my shrink, agrees that after her harrowing experience, an independent woman like Ava would want to try to heal on her own, perhaps in an attempt to restore her power and confidence.
I just wish she knew how much I want to be there for her. To help her heal. She keeps telling me that I've helped more than she could ever say, but not seeing her progress... not even seeing her at all has me going mad.
Which is why I'm grateful to be home. Gianna and Ant have taken time off as well, staying at their little slice of heaven cottage in the Highlands with my sweet Alexia.
Gianna deserves it. She was skinny to start off with, but the stress of that cunt's trial took its toll on her and she's just skin and bones, she barely slept or ate for weeks on end, working tirelessly, day and night to make sure Satan got the punishment he deserved.
