If someone had asked me what heaven is to me, this is exactly what I would have described. I've spent six days in Ibiza with Ace, living in one of the largest and most luxurious villas on the island, right by the beach. We're completely alone, free to do whatever we want. Since we set foot in the villa, I haven't put on a single piece of clothing except for when we've gone to a public beach or out to have dinner. We've spent six days drinking mojitos, swimming in crystal clear waters, and having sex as if there was no tomorrow. No social media, no taking calls or answering texts, and, of course, no Hayden. Just Ibiza, him, and me.

Today, however, I have reluctantly grabbed the laptop, forced by my dear boyfriend. After a stupid two-hour argument, Ace has managed to convince me to finish my internship application. He insisted I overcome my fears, which he deemed unfounded, and do it once and for all. Despite making a thousand and one excuses, complaining, and even trying to distract him with sex, I couldn't get him to back down. So here I am, lying in his arms by the infinity pool in the villa's enormous garden with the laptop on my lap, grumbling under my breath.

"Come on, bunny. It doesn't suit you to be a coward, and we both know you're not, so start typing."

"I just don't know what to white here!"

My childish whine makes him laugh as he leans in to see my screen, reading the section I'm pointing at with my finger. All my personal information is already entered, so this is the only thing left to complete the application.

"It says to write a brief essay on your strengths and weaknesses. What's the problem?"

"Well, I'm not sure I'm the best judge of this. I'm biased, both in listing strengths and weaknesses."

"That's exactly why they're asking you to do it, to see what you have to say about yourself," he replies, absentmindedly caressing my arm. "If you need help getting started, I can tell you how I see you and you can think about what you agree with and what you don't."

"Okay, but don't exaggerate because I know you. I'm not an angel or the reincarnation of Jesus Christ on Earth, so don't describe me as if I were the best thing you've ever seen."

"You are in fact the best thing I've ever seen, but alright, I'll try not to do what you said even if it's impossible," he grumbles before looking up, thoughtful. "The first thing that caught my attention about you was your fire. I saw it in your eyes before you even opened your mouth to prove it, so strong and impulsive. You made it clear without words that no one could walk over you, and I loved that instantly."

His words make me blush while a broad smile spreads across my face. He has repeated several times how much he likes my attitude, and I find his way of expressing it adorable. I doubt I'll ever get tired of hearing it.

"Well, I don't think Cravath & Sullivan give a single shit about the fire inside me."

"You have to interpret it, sweetheart. I meant that you're very ambitious and persevering, which is highly valued at a prestigious law firm like that, especially when it comes to corporate law."

Ace playfully taps my forehead, making me laugh softly as I start the essay with the adjectives he helped me gather. I embellish everything with flourishes, trying to show education and class to display another part of my personality without writing it explicitly.

"Alright, ambitious and persevering. What else comes to mind about me?"

"Well, I've always been struck by how much of a perfectionist you are in every way. You always want to be the best at everything and work until you achieve success, although this can be both a strength and a weakness. I would say it's wonderful that you work hard to achieve your goals, but maybe you should think about your mental health and stop when you reach your limit."

"Are you sure that's a weakness? I think a company would appreciate that one of its employees is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve the set goals, don't you?"

"Baby, a company values healthy employees more, although it may seem unbelievable in many cases. Plus, they will appreciate that you can identify your own flaws and are willing to try to remedy them."

His response finally convinces me, especially since we've had this conversation several times and his arguments are persuasive. I try to write this strange paradox of virtue and flaw clearly, showing my willingness to improve to make it clear.

"Alright, anything else? I think with one more strength and one more weakness, that should be enough."

"I'd say you're a very extroverted person, a woman who's very easy to get along with. You're charismatic, have the gift of gab, and are good with people. That's clearly a strength, especially when it comes to charming the jury, the opposing lawyer, or attracting new clients. As for another weakness... I can't think of anything. I know you asked me to be impartial, but to me, you're perfect, and that's never going to change."

"I knew asking you to mention any flaw about me was mission impossible, but thanks anyway, curls." I laugh, turning my head to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "Alright, analyzing myself coldly, I'd say one of my flaws is that sometimes I tend to act before thinking twice about what I'm going to do."

Ace looks at me with curiosity before breaking into a smile and nodding, gently stroking my hair. A sense of relief washes over me as I realize that what had terrified me just minutes ago is now practically finished, and not only that, but I'm quite satisfied with the result.

Once I finish polishing the essay, I read it out loud for a second opinion. It doesn't surprise me how pleased Ace is with what I read since he always seems amazed by everything I do. It's like having a personal cheerleader who thinks everything I produce is wonderful and doesn't hesitate to show his enthusiasm.

"Well, that's it! Now I just have to hit send and wait for a response," I announce nervously, sending the application and closing my laptop. "God, what do I do now until they respond? I feel like my heart is going to explode in my chest."

"What you're going to do is put on that dress and those boots Santa brought you, do your makeup just the way you like it, and go party at the most exclusive and sought-after club in all of Ibiza: mine."

"Wait a minute, am I dating Jesús Gil and I didn't even realize until now?"

"Jesús Gil? Who the hell is Jesús Gil?"

His confused expression as he repeats the Spanish name with his characteristic, adorable accent makes me laugh and kiss him, setting aside my laptop so I can climb on top of him. Ace wraps his arms around my waist, smiling against my mouth as he caresses me. It seemed impossible to feel the same for him with the intensity of the first day, but not only is it more than possible, but I also fall more in love with him every day. The way he looks at me, kisses me, takes care of me... Everything drives me crazier the more time I spend with him.

"Jesús Gil was a businessman who was the mayor of Marbella and president of a Spanish football team. He was known for being quite extravagant, especially considering what Marbella was like when he was mayor back in the nineties. He was a fat, ugly guy who was always surrounded by younger women, the typical old lecher."

"This is who you compare me to?" he asks, looking at the photo I show him on my phone. "Well, you must have a thing for old men because between this guy and Hugh Hefner, you have a pretty interesting track record."

"I have a thing for fools because look at me, I'm with the king of idiots."

Ace laughs at my insult and lifts me up, carrying me to our bedroom. After setting me down on the floor, he opens the closet and pulls out my dress with the beautiful matching boots, an outfit I'm dying to wear, especially in an environment like Ibiza's nightlife.

"Come on, bunny, it's your turn to choose what I'm going to wear, because I know you love it."

With a squeal, I rush into the enormous closet and start looking for something suitable among the clothes he brought. Before coming here, I managed to convince him to bring more stylish clothes, not just his usual black T-shirts and jeans. I also dragged him on a quick trip to the mall to buy new things and start updating his wardrobe a bit. The result is barely noticeable considering the amount of clothes he had, although now you can finally see some color among all his black clothes.

"Alright, we're in Ibiza and going to a super fabulous club, so you have to wear a white shirt, no question about it."

"Oh, no way! Not a chance!" he huffs, shaking his head like a little kid having a tantrum. "I can handle gray, dark blue, even burgundy, but white? Never! I'll look like a wedding staff member!"

"You don't have to tuck it in or wear a jacket and tie, so stop making a fuss over nothing!"

Before he can respond, I dive into the closet and pull out a button-down shirt along with some ripped jeans. I pair it all with black boots, metal bracelets, rings, and a necklace since he'll have some buttons undone.

"If I wear this... will you reward me tonight?" he asks with a seemingly innocent expression, pulling me close to him.

"You take every opportunity to get me into bed, don't you? You're something else, but... fine! I'll reward you however you like, but don't overdo it."

Ace smiles as broadly as a kid on Christmas morning, taking the clothes I've picked for him. In just a few minutes, he's ready, so I grab his gel and style those unruly curls, combing them back with a small curl falling onto his forehead.

I take much longer to get ready, especially because every five minutes I have to yell at him to stop taking unflattering photos of me. When I finally manage to do my makeup, hair, and get dressed properly, I pull him close to take a selfie in front of the huge full-length mirror.

"Alright, let's go to that wonderful club of yours," I say with a smile once I'm satisfied with the photos.

In just fifteen minutes by car, we're in front of Eden, the busiest club on the island. The line wraps around the huge estate where the club is located, but Ace takes me straight to the door. Being the owner, the bouncers at the entrance recognize him instantly, and we're inside in less than two minutes.

"What do you want to drink, bunny?" Ace asks, drawing the busy waitress over to our booth with just his presence.

"Let's start with tequila and cut the nonsense."

Ace orders three shots for each of us, which we finish in under a minute amid laughter. It's no surprise when he grabs my hand and pulls me to the dance floor. It's a relief to hear Spanish music after going out to clubs where this kind of music was rarely played, so my body starts moving against his as if we were made for this, to the hot Latin rhythm filling the room.

Ace's hands find my butt and pull me towards him, pressing our hips together until there's no space between us. Our foreheads touch before he tilts his head slightly to kiss me fiercely, like he's a wanderer who's been walking through the desert for hours and I'm a glass of cool water. My fingers tangle in his gelled curls, and I smile wildly as he makes my hips move against his body in that sensual way we both love.

"Do you want to sneak off to the bathroom or what?" I murmur against his mouth.

"That's not a bad idea, you know."

"To do it in a place as dirty as that, I need another drink. I'm not the kind of girl who hooks up in club bathrooms."

"Give me five minutes," he whispers with a smile before stepping away from me.

I watch him disappear towards the bar through the sea of people with a smile, before feeling a tap on my shoulder. When I turn around, my confused expression turns into a smile, and I throw myself into the open arms of the guy in front of me.

"Pablo! What are you doing here? I thought you were still living in Madrid!"

"And I am, I'm here on vacation! What about you? Weren't you living in New York?!"

In front of me is Pablo, who was my best friend in high school. We were inseparable, always together, but we lost touch when I moved. The change in lifestyle along with the time difference inevitably distanced us. That's why seeing him now is so exciting, delighted to see he hasn't changed at all. He's tall, dark-haired, with chocolate-colored eyes and one of the most charming smiles I've ever seen. He always had all the girls in school after him, but for me, he was always just my friend, and I've never been able to see him as anything more than that.

"I came to spend New Year's here, with the warm weather! Hey, I have a VIP private booth, let's go there so we don't have to shout to talk!"

Pablo agrees, and I guide him to the booth, the alcohol making me completely forget that Ace had gone to the bar to get me a drink and then do what we wanted to do in the bathrooms. It's only been a few minutes since we reunited, but I'm already leaning into his arms as if it's been three days, not three years. We've always been very affectionate, especially considering that in Spain we tend to be more touchy-feely than in other countries.

"So, what have you been up to these years? I've told you a thousand times you should post more on Instagram, it's impossible to keep track of you if you don't leave a single trace for the public."

"I only use social media to chat, you know that." He laughs, stroking my arm with the one he has over my shoulders. "I'm studying art and doing really well, I'm even opening an exhibition next month."

"Really?! Pablo, that's wonderful!"

The news makes me genuinely happy, and I melt into a hug with him, giving him several kisses on the cheek that make him let out soft musical laughs. I'm so happy to see him that there's absolutely nothing that could ruin the happiness I feel right now.

Almost.

"Bunny, I've been looking for you everywhere..." I hear Ace's voice trail off as I turn my head to look at him.

He's holding two drinks with a smile that falters slightly when he sees Pablo. That spark of happiness in his eyes changes completely, and I notice how he forms that characteristic smile that used to get on my nerves, as if he were the king of the world. Oh no, here it comes...

"Ace, this is Pablo, a good friend. Pablo, this is Ace, my..." I begin with the introductions, but I'm interrupted before I can continue.

"Her boyfriend."

Ace emphasizes the word as if Pablo has comprehension issues, staring intently at my friend. His expression is a masterpiece of silent disdain: eyebrows slightly raised, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek, and a half-smile as challenging as it is mocking. It's clear that my boyfriend is used to intimidating people and controlling the situation, which would be excellent in another context but is now simply ridiculous.

His change in attitude only proves he's jealous, acting more like a hormone-driven teenager than a mature, grown man.

"Nice to meet you, Ace. Who would've thought that the little and annoying Alexa would finally find someone who could put up with her?"

Unfortunately for Ace, Pablo is more than used to jealousy. He's an attractive man, so he's always been surrounded by other guys trying to mark their territory around him, especially when it comes to their girlfriends. That's why my friend knows how to handle men when they act that way, and I've never seen him get fazed by their comments. He just plays with them like a cat with a ball of yarn.

"Well, she's an amazing girl and incredibly smart, though I'm sure you've already noticed that, haven't you?" Ace asks with apparent innocence, reaching out a hand toward me.

I don't take it, but I step away from Pablo to stand between them. I'm not going to take sides in this ego contest, especially when it involves my boyfriend and a good friend. Whatever they need to work out, they can do it on their own. High school locker room drama isn't my thing.

"I've known Alexa for about seven years, so I've had plenty of time to know how wonderful she is. How long have you two been dating? Alex hadn't mentioned anything about you."

I notice Ace almost glancing at me, but he stops at the last moment. Showing any hint of irritation would only make him seem weaker in this stupid alpha male mindset that's starting to tire me.

"We've been together for four months, and this is going to last. No one loves her like I do."

"That's great; I'm glad Alexa has found someone who loves her as much as she deserves. I hope it stays that way for a long time."

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

I see the muscles in my boyfriend's tattooed arms tense, and his gaze hardens-a clear sign of his anger. Right now, he's like a rattlesnake shaking its tail, a warning that he's about to strike, and I won't let this stupid farce go on any longer.

"Okay, that's enough!" I exclaim, giving both of them a deadly glare. "Ace, you'd better drop this stupid, senseless jealousy act, or I swear I'll get on a plane back to New York tonight. And you, Pablo, don't give me that innocent look; I know it all too well. Stop provoking my boyfriend to make him react; we're not fifteen anymore! I've introduced you as two very important people in my life, so if you care about me even a little, I want you to shake hands right now and act like mature men, not like teenagers in the middle of puberty!"

My speech causes both men's attitudes to gradually change. They go from glaring at each other defiantly and nastily to looking embarrassed, staring at the ground and clearing their throats. I stand firm with my arms crossed over my chest, giving them stern looks as I wait for one of them to take the initiative and speak like mature people.

"I'm sorry I acted that way," Ace apologizes first with a sigh, making me smile. "I'm still not used to how affectionate you Spaniards are, so when I saw you two hugging... I thought the worst. I also want to apologize to you, Alexa. I know I didn't show it well today, but I trust you and have no doubts about our relationship."

"I also want to apologize to both of you. I shouldn't have joined in and tried to provoke, especially when it comes to the boyfriend of a very dear friend. I hope we can put these last few minutes behind us and enjoy the rest of the night. Anyone special to Alexa, especially her boyfriend, deserves my respect and appreciation," Pablo responds with a smile before offering his hand to Ace.

My boyfriend quickly shakes it with a broad smile, and they both share a hug that dispels any remaining tension in the air. The scene makes me smile too, and I soon join their hug, making them laugh.

As Pablo said, the rest of the night was great for the three of us. He and I catch up, and Ace quickly makes a new friend. It doesn't surprise me at all since they're quite alike. We dance, drink, laugh, and before we know it, it's time to leave. Pablo is the first to go, and we stay to dance.

"I'm sorry about everything that happened," Ace says to me with an embarrassed smile. "I don't know if you knew this before tonight, but I'm a little jealous. I can't help it, and I know that's no excuse; I just hope we don't have any more problems like this, though I can't promise anything. If you ever need to yell at me to make me stop, don't hesitate."

"Don't worry, honey, everything's forgiven. I'm jealous too, so I understand, and I'd even say jealousy can be sexy to a point."

Ace seems surprised by my confession, turning his head to look at me with that smile of his that drives me crazy.

"Sexy? Really?"

"Yeah. We all like to feel loved and protected, but not controlled. That's why there's a fine line between attractive and toxic," I say, trying to explain my point of view. "But, in my opinion, there's something much sexier than jealousy."

"And what's that?"

I smile, running my fingers through his curls as I lean in to whisper in his ear:

"The ability to manage and overcome them in a healthy way, exactly like you did tonight."

Ace returns my smile, but his is mischievous, which becomes clear when he places his hands on my butt, not caring if anyone might be watching.

"If you think handling my jealousy is so sexy, why don't you show me? I seem to remember you owe me a reward for wearing this outfit today..."

Letting out a playful giggle, I take his hand and head toward the bathrooms, without a hint of shame. I push him into the men's section, as the women's is probably full, and I see only a group of guys chatting while another one is at the urinal.

"Oh, there's people inside! What a shame, we'll have to wait until..."

"You, you, and you, out, this bathroom is occupied," Ace interrupts, shooing the guys away with a gesture and an angry expression, though I see the need in his eyes. The three look at us in disbelief, but it doesn't take them long to understand what's happening and see Ace's look, so they leave immediately. Then, Ace lifts me up in his arms and presses me against the closed door, millimeters from my lips. "What were you saying, bunny?"

"You're a perv, have I ever told you that?"

Ace chuckles a bit before kissing me eagerly, trailing down my neck to leave marks, despite the fact that I already have multiple hickeys from all we've been doing these past few days. His thumb quickly finds my clit and rubs it rapidly, showing his urgency. The wetness between my legs shows I want him just as much, and I pull him closer with my legs.

With eyes darkened by urgency, Ace grabs a condom in less than a second and rolls it down his length, entering me with a single thrust. The moment I feel him inside me, filling me like he was made for it, I completely forget we're in public and moan without thinking, digging my long nails into his neck. Ace growls and sets a fast, hard rhythm, showing just how much he wanted to be inside me. Suddenly, I feel the door open a bit behind my back, and I let out a yelp, accidentally scratching his back.

"Occupied, damn it!" Ace growls, slamming the door shut and fucking me harder, increasing the frantic pace of his thrusts until my moans become completely uncontrollable.

Ace's movements lose a bit of rhythm as he moans more and more, repeating my name over and over until he cums with an exhalation of pure pleasure against my collarbone. He barely stops, helping me chase my own orgasm until he feels me dissolve in pleasure in his arms, reaching the climax quickly but deliciously. I feel his eyes on me as I come, and when I manage to open mine, he smiles at me like a mischievous kid.

"If I get to see you cum like that every time I handle my jealousy well, then I'm going to be very, very good."

Hi!

These two have a really particular way to handle jealousy, don't you think? 😅 New Year's Eve is almost here and a new year always brings good things... right?

I'll be reading you! ❤️