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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Farah can't wait to dive into the ghosts of my boyfriend's past.
The instant I unpack, I hear a knock on my door.
"What was that all about?" She asks, casually browsing through my closet, admiring some of my newer acquisitions and nodding appreciatively.
"What was what all about?"
"You tearing up at the airport." She trills.
"Sorry for missing my sister," I tease.
"The last time I saw you cry was when we watched the Karate Kid after you had Adam."
"That wasn't my fault, those postpartum hormones were insane." I argue. "And when Dre read out his apology to his little girlfriend in Mandarin my heart just broke."
We laugh and giggle for a while, eventually venturing outside to sit out on the deck. The twins have gotten so big. They're only a year apart from Adam and it's great to see them together again; they wasted no time and are already splashing away in the swimming pool.
My dad and Ryan are doing the manly bonding over a braai (the South African version of a barbecue) and my mom is busying herself in the kitchen while some easy house music plays in the background.
We decided to buy a family holiday home since it became a regular tradition of ours, visiting the Cape once a year. So we each put money towards it and now we own our own slice of heaven; a five bedroom en-suite home, complete with a games room, sun deck, pool, jacuzzi and unparalleled views of the Atlantic Ocean with the backdrop of the mountain. Along with our neighbours, we also have access to a private beach.
When we're not there, a sweet retired real estate agent runs it as an Airbnb and it's generally booked out throughout the year.
Guess it pays to have a surgeon and a shrink in the family... Ryan does well too, he's an architect and he helped design this house and the one I have in the bush.
"Spill the beans. What's going on?" Farah is persistent.
Where do I start?
"You met someone." It's not a question. And she nods to herself, rolling her hand to jumpstart the conversation.
"More like two."
"What??!"
So I dive right in, starting off with James. Farah tries as best as she can to keep quiet but she flips out.
"Wait wait wait. As in James Ellis... the F1 driver? The one you and I perv over on insta?" She giggles.
"One and the same." I roll my eyes.
"I hate you." She shakes her head, nostrils splayed. "Please, continue."
I tell her everything, minus the excessive amount of sex we had, only mentioning as casually as I can that we hooked up.
