They say the quiet ones are the worst. I can confirm that the little homily is true. Ava, for all her sophisticated and polished appearance was a little hell-cat in the sack. Not only did her hair get mussed up, but I got scratches down my back and think I may have lost a tuft of hair from above my ear. We had a blast.

I finally got to sleep at around seven in the morning, by which time I was practically delirious from sleep deprivation. Ava stayed with me, which was a first. She just snuggled down and dozed off. I wrapped myself around her, enjoying the contact, and joined her.

We were woken rather rudely by Charlie, who burst into my bedroom clutching his tablet. "Hen, wake up, we gotta situation." He then proceeded to to yank open my curtains, causing harsh, spiky sunlight to stream directly into my eyes. It hurt.

I covered my eyes with the sheet, instantly becoming aware of a very sleepy, naked Ava laying next to me, also blinking from the piercing light. "Henry, wake up," my brother was insistent. He must've spotted Ava, as I heard him say; "oh, sorry love. Do you want a coffee too? Henry, I'll go wait for you in the kitchen, but you need to get up NOW."

My lay-in ruined, I turned to see a groggy Ava, also trying to get her eyes used to the light. I struggled up onto my elbows. "Go back to sleep. I'll go see what Charlie wants." I pulled on a pair of board shorts and closed the curtains. Ava just pulled the sheet over her head and carried on snoozing.

In the kitchen, Charlie had made a pot of strong coffee and was pacing around. "What's up?" I asked as I wandered in.

"Apparently you're trying to get married. That's what's up. That dozy bird you took out to dinner before you came here has sold a story that you begged her to get married in secret and the world thinks that you're now on honeymoon. Where on earth do you find these batshit crazy women?"

"She had money troubles," I told him, recalling our one and only date where she'd asked me to pay off all her debts and give her an allowance. I'd never run so fast from a girl in my life. He rolled his eyes.

"You need to put out a statement, refute all her claims. The press are going nuts and your fans are up in arms."

I sighed. Fame and all its horrors had been a world away for long enough for me to have felt invisible again. I'd forgotten how it felt to have to be guarded all the time.

A knock on the kitchen door heralded the arrival of Doc, looking grim. "Have you seen the news?" She asked. "Is it true?"

I shook my head. "Not remotely. I just took her out on one date." I paused. "Welcome to my world." Doc looked shocked and shook her head.

"That's.....terrible. Why on earth is she saying all this?"

"She'll be paid for the story," said Charlie, "and probably thinks that if she achieves some notoriety she'll get some TV or modelling work out of it. She was clever enough not to confirm or deny that the two of you are married, so she'll have another story to sell pretty soon."

"You are SO much better off sticking with the harem," said Doc, "did Ava cause those scratches?" I nodded. Doc laughed as Charlie peered around my shoulder to see the damage for himself. "She's such a tiger."

I scrubbed at my face, trying to take in all the events. I needed to speak to my PR experts and craft a press release. What I really wanted to avoid was giving away my location. Doc poured me a coffee. "Can't you just tell the press that it's all lies and you only met her once?" She asked as she handed me the cup.

"Then he'll sound like he's sore that she didn't accept his 'proposal'," Charlie pointed out. "In some ways it's better to call her bluff, not respond at all and force her hand. She'll have to admit that they're not together and certainly not married. Let's face it, what she says isn't important. It's tomorrow's chip wrapper."

This was why I liked having Charlie around. He was always fond of the 'do nothing' approach, which suited me. "I agree with Charlie. We don't dignify her story with a response."

I opened my laptop and emailed my instructions to the PR company I used, copying in my agent and publicist. "Let's get back to our holiday," I said to Charlie. "Fancy a swim?" He grinned.

"Well you can't go back to bed, so we may as well."

I'd forgotten that Ava was still tucked up. I drained my cup and ran across the beach, determined not to allow events in the real world overshadow the peace and happiness I'd found.