The sun shone onto the veranda of the luxury apartment in Alicante which looked out onto golden sands. The parasols and lilos were neatly awaiting holiday makers. Further down the street was an array of shops and bars that tourists were inexorably drawn to. George Barrett sat drinking espresso and a full English breakfast served by Anahi a girl he’d been living with for the last two years she was stunningly beautiful unlike George who still carried the scars from the beating that he’d sustained at the hands of Janice Villeverde’s father and brother.
George would never change his ways though; he slept with women all over the island whilst on business trips. He had paid £500 pounds to have his teeth done by an American deontologist after he had had four at the front kicked out.
He had plastic surgery on his nose to correct the nasal bone that had been smashed flat but the scars across his eyes were harder to conceal. He did however look considerably better than he was. It had cost him £2000 but George had always been vain about his appearance. His clothes were made to measure; the gold rings, twenty four carat gold chain, and bracelet told people he had money. He drove around in a burgundy XK120 Jaguar.
George Barrett now owned six holiday resorts in Spain and was in the process of building another in Cala Finestrat O’ Morales.
George was worth six million now; he was making money almost all the year round from tourism. He was thinking about selling and going over to Tenerife where he was guaranteed sunshine all the year round.
Anahi kissed him as she joined him on the balcony of the apartment with on suite shower and bathrooms extensively stocked bar. There were three large bedrooms with mosaic tiling on the walls and he had designed his own crest which was a lion fighting a dragon in black and guilt on the wall and in the fifty metre pool outside.
“Where are we going today Darling said Anahi in her Spanish accented English which George loved. Anahi was about five feet eight inches tall with long black hair that reach her lower back. She had big brown eyes and a perfect figure. Today she wore a white bikini against her olive skin.
He looked at her in that way that she knew and she smiled back at him knowing that George still fancied her.
“We could drive to Av. Vicente Llora Alo’s to see your mother if you wish.”
“Oh could we Jorge,’ She used the Spanish way of pronouncing his name.”
Why not I could drop you there and pick you up later if you like.
Alright that would be nice to see mamma’ and papa.
“I will make myself nice for you Jorge’
“You always look nice to me Anahi.”