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Ibiza Insanity
Aimee Duffy
Part 5 of Summer Flings – a fun, flirty and laugh out loud rom com series of short stories.After their not-so-relaxing week in the sun, the girls are off to the clubbing capitol of the world to let off some steam.Skater boys, Ibiza’s Next Top Model competition and skimpy gold bikini’s don’t compare to the man Ciara’s desperate to cheer up. She’s beginning to realize her summer fling isn’t as uncomplicated as it should be.To make things worse, she finds out that her best friends are keeping secrets from her that could change everything…The ideal summer treat for those relaxing days soaking up the sun!
Ibiza Insanity
Book Five of Summer Flings
Aimée Duffy
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Contents
Copyright (#ubd917ba0-74d7-52cd-b439-49dee379cb02)
Dedication (#u1e5733c3-5f1d-5074-98b3-73dda47e6087)
Ibiza (#ub6d0f0a8-aef9-57d3-a0f9-13325647911b)
Chapter Fifteen (#u22fb11a7-5084-517d-ab9e-24e23f2fcd6f)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Aimée Duffy (#litres_trial_promo)
About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Ibiza
Chapter Fifteen (#u9a132848-8681-5723-88c6-9bb99f409562)
Since they only had four full days in what Gem called the clubbing capitol of the world, they didn’t waste time unpacking and hit the shops the second their bags were dumped on the hotel room floor.
As they sauntered along the little market stalls looking at tack and skimpy swimwear, Elle was unusually chatty, probably because Gem had been glum since Milo bent her over in the airport and kissed her with movie-esque finesse.
‘Is it just me or do you feel like we’re slumming it in that hotel?’ Elle asked.
Gem shrugged.
‘It’s five star, Elle. What more do you need?’ Ciara asked.
It wasn’t quite the Muir style of living the girls were used to on this trip, but it was hardly the pokey rooms Ciara had to share with her family when they’d travelled abroad. They were in the penthouse apartment of the fanciest hotel in Ibiza.
As well as having separate ensuite rooms, there was a living room, dining room and even a spa room.
‘It’s no Santorini beach house,’ Gem said on a sigh.
‘Gem, snap out of it. Remember we’re going to Amnesia tonight! Dave Call will be there,’ Elle said.
Ciara didn’t even know who the DJ was until Elle got to reception and asked who was playing in the clubs that night. Apparently he was famous – despite the ridiculous name. And according to Gem, he was gorgeous. Still, that didn’t seem to snap her out of the Milo withdrawals.
Since Ciara missed Zack just as much, she could sympathise completely.
‘It’s not like we’d get within a hundred feet of him, he’ll have security,’ Gem said, and Ciara had to bite her lip before she asked if her friend knew that through her stalker experience. This so wasn’t time for teasing.
Elle frowned. ‘Where did my friend go? I want the girl back who strutted into a celebrity party and chatted up a movie star without blinking an eye.’
‘She’s heartbroken.’ Gem even stopped to cup her hands over the organ in question.
Elle pffd. ‘You’d think someone who studied the human body would know how impossible that is.’
‘Actually, it’s quite possible for a heart to break. It’s what keeps heart surgeons in a job,’ Gem retorted, but Ciara had hope it was a good thing since her friend had some of her spunk back.
‘Honey, if anyone is going to be heartbroken it will be the man you left behind. You’re resilient and officially on the rebound. Over here.’ Elle grabbed Gem’s arm and dragged her over to a stall.
‘He’s probably over me already,’ Gem grumbled.
‘Unlikely,’ Ciara said, trailing behind. ‘You teased me for having a resilient vag but yours must have held up its own.’
Elle wrinkled her nose, but recovered quick. ‘Not to mention all the spa treatments and facials he had with us. I’ll bet he misses us more than you miss him.’
That made Gem smile. ‘You’re right.’
True to form, the idea that she was pined over snapped Gem right out of her funk.
‘I’m always right,’ Elle said, then pulled a dark blue sundress off the rail of the stall. ‘And I’m going to be right once more saying this is the dress that’s going to get you laid tonight.’
She held out the material to Gem, whose eyes got all wide and excited. ‘It’s perfect!’
It really was, and would look great with her new sunglow and fire red hair.
A golden scrap of a bikini hanging above the owner of the stall caught Ciara’s eye. It was daring, but all the wild sex and walking for miles in the last week meant even her white linen trousers were hanging off her. The croissants were a distant memory. For the first time in a long time she was toned and her stomach was completely flat. If there was ever a time to pull something like that off it was now.
‘Can I see that?’ she asked the woman behind the counter, pointing to the bikini.
‘And you were wondering where I went? I think it’s Ciara we should be worried about,’ Gem said.
She turned to stick her tongue out at them while the woman brought the bikini over.
Elle’s eyes were shiny and her smile was proud as punch. ‘Our baby’s all grown up.’
‘Eejits,’ Ciara mumbled and took the offered bikini from the woman. It would never cover all her lady bits fully, but thankfully the bikini wax was one of the treatments she’d subjected herself to in Santorini.
And when she saw it was a measly thirty Euros, she decided there and then that it was going to be hers.
‘I’ll take it,’ she told the woman, digging into her bag for her purse.
‘And I’ll take this!’ Gem said, slapping the dress down on the counter and pulling out her Amex.
The woman shook her head at the card and Gem pouted. ‘Everywhere takes Amex.’
‘I don’t think that applies to stuff you buy at markets, Gem,’ Ciara said, pulling some notes out to cover both purchases. ‘It’s okay, I’ve got it.’
‘I love you, Ciara!’ Gem said, hugging her so hard her boobs got squished against Gem’s. ‘Maybe even in a gay way.’
‘Ew,’ Ciara said, pushing her away with a laugh. ‘I like the dicks too much to turn, even for you.’
‘Yeah me too,’ Gem said, then sighed. ‘I think I need to concentrate on finding a replacement for Milo.’
‘Well I’m not playing the fifth wheel again so I guess I’m on the lookout too,’ Elle said from the other side of the rack. ‘What do you think about this?’
She held up a deep purple bikini that would rival Ciara’s on the skimpy scale, and suit Elle with her dark tan and sun-kissed hair.
‘If we hit the beach with you wearing that I’ll never get noticed,’ Gem said, darting over to the rail to dig out her own skimpy scrap.
‘Relax, I only brought out a couple of hundred euros…’ When Elle and Gem were on a mission to outdo each other it could cost thousands, even in a market.
‘No problem, Cia. Wait here and watch the purchases. We’re going to find a cash machine.’ Elle passed her the bikini and then linked arms with Gem, dragging her away into the crowd.
She didn’t see a point in mentioning that they’d be charged for using their cards to withdraw money, especially abroad. The interest on the funds they had in accounts probably covered it anyway.
Sighing, she smiled at the woman and used a twirling finger at her temple to explain in any language how crazy her friends could be.
