Just like last night, Doug is giving the crowd the musical experience of their lives. The DiCarto sound has evolved into something so brilliantly unique, it stirs the revellers into a melodic mania.

His skills as both a producer and a DJ, give the clubbers distinctive thrusting beats and evocative arrangements that simply become a euphoric soundscape. Track after booming track, the crowd goes wild. Craving for more from their divine-like DJ.

Hands are high in the air. Bodies rise and fall to the atmospheric symphony of sounds. Hearts rush as we all ride the crest of the DiCarto wave. The thought of one day being up on that stage with him, fills me with a breathtaking high. Watching Doug up in the big DJ booth, I watch him with yearning awe. He can't see me, but I can see all of the amazing him. From where he animatedly stands, he's manipulating us all with his music.

His sounds surge through our souls.

His beats pound along with our hearts.

To be able to do that, is a glorious gift. And while I watch him up there, losing myself to his explosive grooves and surreal loops—I want him.

His music makes me high.

He makes me high.

As I dance within the shoal of jubilating clubbers, I know that I don't want to leave Ibiza without kissing him. I don't want to get on that plane and not have the smell of him all over me.

Maybe I'm not thinking straight?

Maybe I'm just getting carried away on the crest of that DiCarto wave?

But not thinking straight and getting carried away on that DiCarto wave, feels so amazingly good right now.

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Impatiently, I wait to see Doug. I wait to see him emerging through the lively and energetic revellers. When I do see him, he's caught in the clutch of his adoring clubbers.

They paw at him.

Fawn all over the astounding DJ that he is.

Girls thrust themselves in front of his overcrowded path, while guys launch loud praise and compliments his way. It's taking him quite some time to get anywhere, so I decide to just make my very impatient way to him.

This is me being bold.

Being a little possessive of a man I have no solid claim to.

But when Doug sees me pushing my way towards him, he starts doing the very same. There always seems to be an unseen force that magnetises us to one another.

The force is overwhelming.

It's powerful.

Primal.

"Does that set get the Fenner seal of approval?" Doug forwardly asks with a slightly slanted grin as we each come into one another's personal space.

My gaze on him is one that is fuelled by lust; uninhibited and greedy lust. Not caring what he thinks, or indeed what anyone else thinks; I hook my hand around the back of his neck and let my mouth root itself onto his.

This kiss is going to be reckless.

This kiss is going to be a little debauched.

It's going to be an all out pleasure-seeking kiss.

With my lips planted firmly onto his mouth, they satisfyingly start moving with his—delectably determined and sexily firm and slow.

As first kisses go, it's a scorcher!

And Doug edaciously reciprocates all that my mouth is so lustfully doing to his, because his one arm is now pulling me even closer into his body.

We both kiss without care.

Hungrily without restraint.

Unifying our recklessness.

Tethering our pleasure.

Becoming out of breath and with my lips sumptuously now numbly sated, I pull back from Doug and sassily smirk up at him.

"Was I really that good?" His other hand is now also hooking me around the waist as the smile on his face confidently grows.

Still smirking and probably looking a little too smitten, my reply is just as sassy as my smirk. "You know you were."

Just as he is about to say something wittily back, this bolshy blonde clubber comes from out of nowhere and is literally between the two of us and locking forceful lips with Doug's.

In a second, I can only watch as this girl is snogging his face off right in front of me. There was no time to prevent it, and now that I do have time, I actually don't know what I should do.

But I know this, it kind of hurts to see it.

It hurts to see someone else kissing Doug.

I don't even know why it hurts?

I don't know why it makes me feel so burningly hot jealous?

It's not like we are involved or anything.

I have no rightful claim to those DiCarto lips of his, none whatsoever—so why do I feel so threatened and now so bloody angry?

While I'm standing there, feeling all kinds of negative things inside of me, Doug is pushing the girl away from him and his mouth. "Jade, that's seriously not cool...not cool at all, sweetheart." He's now wiping his mouth, clearly not impressed with the girl who he does seem to actually know.

The brazen blonde just laughs, flirtatiously tossing her sweaty blonde hair from one side of her neck to the other. "You know you love it, Dougie!" She unabashedly says back to him.

Looking at me, then very much frowning at her, Doug really doesn't look happy at all. "No Jade, seriously not cool."

It is only then, that Jade actually looks at me, then back at Doug. "I was just congratulating you on a totally wicked set, that's all."

Shaking his head with a wide and contemptuous stance, Doug answers her through a scornful and pinched mouth. "Then Just congratulate me, you don't have to shitting kiss me!" Edging nearer to where I now am, Doug is still shaking his head as he takes hold of my hand and parts ways with this Jade girl by throwing her one last filthy look. "Let's go and get a drink." He mutters under his disgusted breath.

It's the first time I have seen Doug angry. The first time I haven't seen him so cocky and gorgeously full of himself. "You okay?" My hand squeezes his while we keep pushing through the crowd, but as soon as Doug is recognised, people are just wanting to praise him or touch him all over again.

"Listen, I can't be bothered to get a drink. I need to go and unwind back at the hotel." I can see for myself that Doug DiCarto has indeed now had enough of tonight.

"Let me just see what Nance wants to do, then I'll come with you."

Nodding just the once, Doug tiredly smiles. "Cool." Is his solemn reply. "I'll wait for you outside." Clearly, he needs to just distance himself from the congratulatory crowd. I think Doug DiCarto is currently all peopled out.

When he leaves me on my own, I make my way to where I left Nancy dancing with a group of guys and girls from Manchester. They were next to us when Doug did his set, and we were all having such a wild and fun time with them. I'm now just hoping that Nancy is still there, because I know that Doug just really needs some mellow time away from here.

Sure enough, my good time girl is indeed still dancing and laughing with the friendly Mancunian's. "Frankiiiiiiiiiiiie!" She yells at the sight of me. "Come and shake your sexy tush with me?!"

She's trying to get me to dance with her, which makes me laugh. "I'm leaving now, hun...do you want to come with us?"

Nancy wildly prances around. "Hell no! This lot are in the hotel next to ours, so we were all going to take this party back to their hotel rooms."

Not liking the idea of leaving Nance in Revival on her own, I quickly express my concerns. "Why don't you come back with me and Doug, then meet this lot later?"

Nance then grabs a couple from the group, huddling up with them as she tries talking to them both over the loud music. With a guy on her one arm, and a girl on her other, Nancy is soon back to me with a smile. "Can you please tell my mother, I mean friend, that I'll be perfectly safe with you guys for the rest of the early hours?" She's grinning broadly now, like the minx that she really is.

"Will you text me when you're at their hotel?" I ask, still feeling a little uneasy about leaving her here. "And you guys will definitely stay with her, right?"

In sarcastic unison, they all sing. "Yes mum!"

Chuckling, I kiss Nance on the cheek. "Text me, I mean it!"

She laughs, then she and her Mancunian mates return to their wild and animated dancing. Hurrying back through the thick crowd, I am now so keen to get to Doug. When I finally do get outside, the fresh early hours air, feels like a blessing to my lungs.

But Doug is nowhere in sight.

I look left, then I look right. I look in front of me, then behind. Still no Doug. He didn't wait. Are what my thoughts so glumly tell me.

Not liking being all alone, even though there are a few partied-out people milling around—I do feel alone.

Deciding to start making my way back to Nancy, I hear a familiar voice behind me. "Frankie?"

It's Doug, now in a taxi just outside of the club. My heels run towards him and the taxi, relief in every rushed step that I make. When I get in the back with him, I warmly smile in his direction. Pulling me and my spandex closer, Doug returns one of his gorgeous smiles back to me. "I'm glad you're here." He quietly declares as he holds one of my hands. The relief I feel, is the same kind of relief that he is now articulating. Just as I was worried he had left without me, I think he was worried that I wouldn't actually leave with him.

Although he looks tired, he's a lot less wound up than when he first left Revival. "Quite a night, huh?" I state, beginning to feel my tiredness creep up on me.

Clenching his hand, his thumb starts stroking my thumb as he answers. "Sure was." He then stares ahead, softly sighing. "Nancy didn't want to come, then?" Doug is now giving me a sidelong glance.

"Still partying." Is my relaxed reply. "She's met a group from Manchester who are in the hotel next door, so she won't be getting any shut eye until we get back home."

"What time is your flight?" Doug asks.

"12:50."

"I'm not flying out until quarter to seven this evening." Once again, there's a solemness to what he tells me.

"If I had known, I would have synced my flight back home with yours." I tell him with a natural smile, thinking to myself how nice it would have been to have spent some more hours with Doug.

Breathing in sharply, he looks at me again. "Do you fancy coming out again next weekend? I don't know whether you can work it around your job, but it would be great if you could?"

Once I've had enough sleep to get my creative juices flowing, I intend on working really hard on the vocals for Hear My Chant. It really would be great to have something down for Doug to listen to at our next Ibizan get together, so I find myself unable to answer him quickly enough. "I can pick and choose my shifts because I'm a bank support worker, so coming back next week shouldn't be a problem." No sooner have the words left my mouth, my heart flutters at the thought of getting to do this all over again with Doug.

His smile makes his cheeks rise. "That's great stuff. I'll make sure we can fly back to London together next week, though." His thumb is still stroking mine the whole time that we are chatting. "I'll be paying for your flight and hotel room again, too."

I lean a little more forward in my seat in the back of the taxi, wanting Doug to really listen to me. "I can pay for myself next week."

He sniffs hard, not accepting that at all. "It all goes on my business expenses, Frankie. You're working on my track, a DiCarto track...so it all goes on the DiCarto account."

But I argue with a little smirk on my face. "And I can claim it on my business expenses?"

"Nope! My track. My bill." Damn, he's sooooooo bloody stubborn.

"You're such an ass at times." I teasingly declare.

His mouth becomes distributed with such a devilish grin. "That kind of reminds me, I forgot to tell you how good your ass looks in that spandex, Frankie Fenner...will those be coming again with you next week?" He's flipping the convo, just like he always seems to do if the conversation gets too heavy or too serious.

Smirking, my answer is maybe just a little flirtatious. "They might."

Doug's gaze on me, deepens. His dark eyes are penetrating and so very intense. His free hand reaches up to touch my face, to slowly stroke the softness of my cheek and my jawline. "I really think I'm going to enjoy mixing a whole lot of pleasure with just a little business with you, Frankie."

I still don't know what I am letting myself in for, but I tell Doug what I honestly feel. "Me too." Is my tantalising truth. There's something about Doug DiCarto, a something that I can't and don't want to resist.

He is about to lean in to kiss me, but I gently stop him by placing my hand upon his chest. "All the time you've still got the dried saliva of that Jade girl all over your mouth, this is a kissing free zone, mister." I'm saying it with light humour, yet I really am not wanting to snog where another girl has not long been.

Doug sits back, sighing loudly. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. She was bang out of order." He breathes slowly in, growing a little annoyed by what Jade had so boldly done. "She's usually just an over zealous groupie, but she crossed the line tonight."

"That was quite a snog...kind of put mine into the ditch."

I'm joking, but Doug is needing to turn and look firmly at me. "Don't joke about it, Frankie. It might have been just a bit of fun to her, but she was out of line. If I wanted fun, I know I could have my fun with all the Jade's out there." His hand is affectionately back upon my cheek and my jawline, stroking it gently with those dark eyes of his once again penetrating my blue ones. "What if I don't want fun...what if I want you?"

When I want to answer him.

When I need to just stop my heart from racing.

I can't, because the taxi driver is the only one now saying anything. "Here, young lovebirds...el hotel." His English is very broken, but his Castilian smile is very visible beneath his bushy black moustache.

As we both get out of the taxi, Doug quickly thanks the driver and promptly pays him. "Gracias." He enthusiastically says with a grateful smile before wanting to link his hand back with mine. As the taxi slowly pulls away, I think we are about to go inside of the hotel, but Doug gently tugs me back. "Let's go and sit on the beach for a bit."

In silence we walk the short distance to the beach. Just as my toes touch the fine cool sand, I slip my feet out of my fairly high heels. Once we find a perfectly peaceful spot, we both sit down.

Quiet, yet very content; we listen to the waves lapping against the shadowed shoreline. I don't know what time it is, but the start of the new day can't be too far away. The night sky is beginning to lighten with the beckoning dawn and there's a freshness to the Ibizan air.

I've never just sat with a man before.

I've never just sat with someone and just felt so happy to be sat with that someone. Everything is new with Doug. I can honestly say that I feel like my life is about to live and breathe a new dawn as well.

Sweeping his arm around my waist, I am being pulled in against the side of Doug. "I feel like this is where I should tell you that I've never really had a serious relationship, Frankie. Sure, I've had lots of flings and things, but nothing really serious."

There's humour in my reply. "Flings and things?"

He now looks at me, just a small smile there upon his lips. "I think you know what I mean?"

I did.

I know exactly what Doug is telling me here. Flings and things means dates and sex.

Doug holds me even tighter, wanting to talk some more. "I'm just wanting to be honest with you, Frankie. I respect you. I respect your talent. Because I like you and because I like this." His other hand is now turned and gesturing at us all snuggled up together. "I just want you to know that I've become someone who only ever has to worry about himself. I tend to live for today, because none of us know what any of our tomorrows will be. It's just who I am. It's the way I happen to live my life."

No longer really understanding where Doug is leading me with this conversation, my eyebrows squish together with my obvious confusion. "And you're telling me this because?" My tone is sounding just as uncertain as I now actually do feel.

To offer me some kind of reassurance, Doug quickly threads our free hands together and clasps his warm fingers around mine. "I am telling you, because I want you to understand a little about me, Frankie. Music is all I have ever known. It's my safe place. It keeps me motivated and focused, when everything around me might be turning to shit." He stares out at the sea, breathes in slowly and then looks back at me with an earnest smile. "I think for both of us, music has been our anchors in life. It has healed us. Glued together all the hurt that we have ever felt. I think that's why I'm so drawn to you, Frankie...why I feel good to be here with you now."

There's a mixture of sweetness, sadness and maybe even a little caution in all that Doug is truthfully telling me. "Why do I feel like there's some kind of warning within this conversation, Doug?"

Looking me genuinely in the eye, there's a smile accompanying his reply. "It's not a warning. Just no unexpected surprises."

Still, I can't help but feel a little baffled by his words. "What kind of unexpected surprises are we talking about here?" My thoughts ridiculously start running right away with themselves. Some crazy as hell ex? A really bad criminal record? Many little Doug DiCarto's running around in nappies in all four corners of the world? Or maybe an awful addiction of some kind?

Doug looks back at the calm sea, he himself looking just as calm. "I don't usually care all that much about people. I don't usually have people in my life who I care about. With you, I can already feel that I'm beginning to care, and caring is something I'm just not used to. So, I'm just giving you the heads up, so you'll understand where I am coming from, that you'll try to be patient with me?"

I'm sensing that there's so much more to be told inside of Doug. I sense that he doesn't open up all that much to people. Music has always been his emotional outlet. Through the music he greatly produces, that's his creative way of releasing some of what is inside of him. And I get that, I really do. Leaning my now very tired head onto his shoulder, I quietly accept all that Doug has just told me. "Being as we've only just met, I think we both need to take one step at a time. We like each other. We weirdly seem to just get each other. But I have baggage as well. I still have stuff inside of me that I'm still dealing with. So I ask that you're equally just as patient with me, Doug? I've not been on a stage for a long time. All of my recent work has only been done in the studio. I'll be honest with you, there might be many tears and meltdowns, but I want to prove to myself that I can do this, that I can get up on a stage and do what I am supposed to be doing again." My own fingers lightly caress against his, wanting him to know the importance of what I am about to say next. "If you hadn't invited me here, Doug, I wouldn't have ever contemplated getting back to performing live again, but your unexpected request for me to do Hear The Chant, has given me a new lease of life...a new lease of confidence."

Doug turns to me, smiling as he does. "For me, there's nothing unexpected about my bringing you out here, Frankie."

Again, my brows squish together with a little lack of understanding. "What do you mean?" Is my quietly asked question.

Doug just chuckles. "I stumbled across Chaser of Dreams a few weeks back. Since then, I have listened to absolutely everything you have ever vocally done. I've also seen the Lovers and Leavers live performance and its video. Your voice, Frankie, is what brought you here...but it's now you, that wants me to keep you here."

Then lifting my chin with his thumb and his forefinger, he leans in to kiss my mouth in a respectfully soft way.

As the tender lips of Doug DiCarto continue to sensually kiss me, I realise that my coming here was indeed planned all along.

Maybe this sweet beachside kiss was even planned?

I honestly couldn't care less whether it was or not.

I don't even care that I'm kissing away the last traces of that Jade girl. All that I do care about is enjoying what we are doing.

As my mouth slowly moves with his, I just feel so wonderfully flattered by this incredibly talented man. My voice captivated Doug DiCarto. It made him want to hear more. It made him search it out and listen to more of it.

It is that which connects us.

What seems to bind our creative respect for one another.

It is said that people often come into our lives at a time when we really do need them to...I'm firmly beginning to believe in that.

**Author Time**

Soooooooo, what are you lovelies thinking so far?
What's the deal with Doug?
Can he be trusted?
Are you loving Frankie?

Your thoughts, comments and votes are soooooooo appreciated 💋

And the video above is: CREATURES OF THE NIGHT - HARDWELL