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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It's the first time I'm standing in Gianna's guest bedroom since her birthday. To say I'm having flashbacks is an understatement; I swear I can still smell Ava's perfume in the room.
Christ, I really need to get back out there. I had all but given up on my feeble attempts to reconcile with Ava after she shut me down at every avenue. Despite Gianna's advice and guidelines, she wasn't budging.
And then last night, after throwing in the towel, she sends me those messages and all plans to move on have blown up in smoke.
Gianna, and her socialite tendencies, is hosting an afterparty for some up and coming artist, who had his exhibition at Fabio... I mean Francesco's art gallery.
Sorry, old habits die hard.
It's the first real social gathering I've attended since her birthday, too. Minus the hillbilly vibes I'm still rocking, I don't look too shabby.
My trainer kicked my ass, literally and figuratively, when I got back to London. I was running to keep fit back in a Scotland but thanks to some (excessive) drinking and Sandy's packed sandwiches everyday, I gained a few stone.
But I'm back to my old self, feeling good in a pair of grey dress pants, a silk black floral shirt and a casual black jacket.
Gianna has me serving drinks and socializing; it's crazy how introverted I was back in the day, yet I can now strike up a conversation with anyone.
It's a nice vibe, a bit of an artsy and hipster crowd but I like it; the DJ's playing some loungey house music in the corner, there are pretty models serving champagne, and the decor is moody with hues of green and copper. Gianna has a knack for these sort of events and boy can she throw a party.
She introduces me to Duncan, the artist whom Francesco has been raving about and who had a sold out collection in record time.
"I'm sorry I didn't attend the exhibition, mate." I say after meeting him and chatting about his great success that evening. "But I recently bought a new place in London and I'll need some art pieces to jous it up a bit."
Yes, between Gianna and my sponsor commitments, it looks like I'll be in London more often than I was planning. I still have the country house in Surrey but this will be more convenient. Besides the countryside house is way too big for just, well, me.
"Wow, thanks!" Duncan gets the glazed over starstruck look I've become accustomed to over the years. "I'm a huge fan of racing. Fuck, to have my piece o' shit art hanging in James Ellis's home, I'd even do it for free."
