Page 23 of Craving Paradise

The air hostess takes the bottle from my sister’s fingers and tells her to take a seat as she grabs some champagne glasses.

“Quick, Freya, grab your phone. This will make great viewing,” Autumn calls out.

Freya grabs her phone from her back pocket and turns it on as the air hostess hands Ines the bottle of champagne. She then hands each one of us our glasses. Freya clicks away, getting photos of us all.

“I can take some if you like?” the air hostess offers.

“Perfect, thank you,” Autumn agrees as Freya hands over her phone.

The air hostess looks like a trained professional as she tells us to stand in various poses. I guess this comes with the job, having to take an array of photos. Ines then opens the bottle of champagne, and thankfully, it doesn’t bubble out and explode everywhere, showering us in champagne. I don’t want to arrive in Ibiza smelling like stale champagne, even if it’s Cristal.

“I’d like to make a toast.” Autumn smiles, holding her glass high in the air. “To Ines, the most kickass DJ the world has ever seen. I can’t wait for everyone else to catch up and realize how awesome you are like we already do. We’re so proud of you for chasing your dreams. To Ines!”

We all cheer at my sister, who looks a little glassy-eyed after that speech. I’m so proud of her. She’s smashing her goals. I’m envious my sister knows what she wants out of life and is doing it. I have no idea what I want out of mine.

It’s not long until we’re in the air, and the party is turned up a notch. We must get in the mood for Ibiza. Thankfully, my sister doesn’t start her set until tomorrow night. Otherwise, I don’t know if she’d make it on stage with the amount of champagne she’s currently chugging back. We’ve turned the music up and somehow turned our private plane into a nightclub. This is what I needed to let my hair down and have some fun.

A couple of hours later, we arrive in Ibiza. The plane’s doors open, and the first thing you feel is the heat. It’s such a beautiful thing. Oh, how I’ve missed you since London has skipped summer so far. I soak up every molecule of heat and sun, hoping to recharge my body. There’s a pink Mercedes G-Wagon waiting for us on arrival with Ines’ assistant, Joe, waiting for us.

My sister met Joe when they used to model together. They became fast friends, and he’s now her assistant. I love Joe. He is so much fun, smart, and protective over Ines. He’s hot and very much appreciates dick as much as the rest of us, but he is great to have around when you need a fake boyfriend. He’s like my third brother, and I’ve missed him so much. I know my sister is in safe hands when she’s with him.

“Hey, sexy bitches!” he screams as he hangs out the side of the G-Wagon.

We all call out to him and blow him kisses, which he pretends to grab from the air. The porters bring our bags to the car, and Joe jumps out to greet us as they load the bags into the back of the G-Wagon.

“You girls look like you’ve had way too much fun,” he says, looking us all over as we stagger across the tarmac uneasily.

“Hush you, we’re celebrating me,” Ines stammers, poking him in his chest.

“And so, they should.” He chuckles as he wraps his arm around my sister as soon as she gets close enough to him. “I set everything up at the house. I think we might put the tequila shots away because judging by what’s been going on in the PJ, you’re all ready for an afternoon siesta.”

He’s not wrong. My eyes are feeling kind of heavy, and the sun is nice and warm, making my body all floppy.

We all pile into the G-Wagon in fits of giggles and chatter after the copious amounts of champagne.

“This is going to be a long car ride,” Joe mumbles as he starts the engine.

“Put some music on,” Freya screams from the back seat.

“Ines, play us some of your stuff. Get us in the mood,” Autumn suggests.

“Great idea.” My sister fiddles with her phone. Eventually, she finds what she’s looking for and connects her phone to the car. Moments later, her music is pumping through the speakers, and we all join in singing to her music as we make our way through the island.

“We’re here,” Joe tells us as he types the code into the side of the wall, and the large white gate slides back.

Holy shit!

My sister’s done good. Her new home is breathtaking.

I stare in awe at what my sister has bought and created for herself. My eyes are a little glassy at how proud I am of her.

“Ines, this is spectacular,” I gasp as we pull up in front of the white architectural masterpiece.

We all jump out, and Joe grabs our bags as we follow Ines into her home.

“Welcome to my home,” Ines exclaims, waving her hands proudly.

Holy fucking shitballs, it’s incredible.