Minerva POV

Me and Peter are cuddling on the sofa, watching TV.
"Peter..... Thank you for coming today, I really had a great time" I tell my boy after our dinner.

"Oh, we are going to get more if you'd like" he whispers in my ear with a seductive voice

"Wait, did you just ask me to come in bed with you?"

"Well, yes. If you want to"

"I.... Don't know.... We just decided to be together...."

He nods.
"As you decide love, I can wait"

"We both know that you are lying"

He chuckles, finding the way to my hand and making it rest on his chest, only to make me sit on his lap facing him.

He leans in for a kiss and I accept it, letting his tongue in my mouth. His hands move from my hips to my butt, squishing it gently but going harder as the kiss deepens into a full make out.

I can feel his pleasure right under me, him not dealing with it anymore.

He just removes my t-shirt and so do I with him.

"Are you OK with this?" he asks me

"Yes...."

A smirk appears on his face, him lifting me up and running to my room.

[....]

Martijn POV

I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling that knot on my stomach. Looking at the time, I realize it's already 4. 30 am. It's almost morning and the sun is already painting the sky in gold here in Ibiza.

I can't stop thinking about that prick. What if she took her to bed without her willing???

I think I need to throw up at this thought.

Anyway, I decide to go back to sleep and try to rest.

[...]

The morning after

Miné POV

It's almost 10 am when Christina gets back home after staying at Chris' for the night. We actually already texted, you know, about me and Peter, who by the way already got home two hours ago.

"So.... You two really had it?!" Christina asks me speechless.

"he kinda convinced me, but I agreed at the end"

"Mh. Well, if you were ok with it I don't know why you shouldn't had to"

I nod in agreement

"And, how was it?" she asks me.

"He was kind of rough but... He actually loves to cuddle. He's good anyway. And how was your date? " I ask her

"Amazing. Chris was just so nice and caring. We stayed at his parents', but we were actually able to make it happen anyway"

"Oh.... You finally did it?"

She nods smiling.

"He's like.... The complete opposite of my exes. He's possessive and caring..."

"I'm so happy for you...."

Christina then asks me
"Did you text Martijn?"

"He called yesterday evening.... By the way he says hi"

"I thought you were going to have a 24/7 conversation on FaceTime" she tells me smiling.

"He has a lot of work to do. I wouldn't like to be like him.... Tour life sucks"

"I totally agree. Think about Charelle too. She hardly gets to see her boyfriend "

"Oh yeah! I don't know how the hell they can keep an hard relationship while working on different continents. Peter lives an hour by car from me but it still feels far away!"

"Anyway, next month he will be in Amsterdam. Why don't we invite him to stay here for a nice dinner?"

"As you can see he likes to eat, he can't say no"

............................

Days later, Ibiza

Martijn POV

I'm almost blinded by these hot Ibiza sun rays that enter my room from the curtain gap. Turning around I check the time: it's already 11 am and I think I missed the hotel breakfast time. Well, I'm not starving, so it won't be too bad.

Getting out of bed I notice a small paper note from Charelle on her bedside table.

"Babe, I am at the beach <3"

Oh, ok. I'll have some time to get ready then.

Totally undressing myself, I get in the shower, turning on a stream of cold water to wake me up. But as I'm not that stupid, I won't use ice cubes to wash myself, as I don't want to spend the weekend sitting on the toilet.

Once finished, covering my privates I get out of the bathroom and dry myself up with a towel.

I don't know what to do today, it was meant to be a free day, but I still need to work to get some things done.

Combining these two ideas I decide to go out and work both on my tan and on my music.

So, I put on my swimsuit and apply the sunscreen directly in my room, wear a shirt to walk my way to the pool, get my sunglasses and MacBook and I'm ready!

I leave my room, asking for the cleaning service with that paper hang and take the elevator to the ground floor.

The pool stands on the back of the hotel, a few meters away from the beach.

I know you are going to ask yourself why the fuck I choose the swimming pool over the beach. First of all, my MacBook would ruin in no time with sand. Plus, there's almost nobody to the pool because everyone is taking a bath in the sea.

The towel boy leads me to my pool deckchair and brings me the towels. Well, I might have a bath later....

"thank you!" I thank him for the service and he leaves.

I remove my t-shirt and sit on the comfy chair, opening my computer to start working.