Santa Fe Billionaire

By Kerry Kennedy

Ava Richards, an adventurous travel blogger with an insatiable wanderlust, never expected her next adventure would lead her straight into the arms of a captivating billionaire. In the sun-kissed streets of Santa Fe, Spain, fate takes an unexpected turn when Ava crosses paths with the enigmatic and devilishly handsome Sebastian Garcia. Sebastian Garcia, a self-made billionaire with a guarded heart, finds himself drawn to the fiery and independent Ava, despite their seemingly opposite worlds. As the owner of luxurious hotels and resorts worldwide, he is used to being in control. But Ava's infectious spirit and undeniable beauty threaten to unravel the carefully constructed walls around his heart. Their initial encounter sparks an intense clash of wills, with their respective worlds colliding in a battle of words and fiery exchanges. Ava and Sebastian find themselves entangled in a passionate game of cat and mouse, each determined to outwit and outmaneuver the other. Little do they know that beneath the surface of their heated banter lies a smoldering desire neither can resist. As they embark on a thrilling adventure through the picturesque landscapes of Santa Fe, their hearts become entwined, and the line between love and hate begins to blur. Together, they explore ancient ruins, breathtaking beaches, and hidden gems, each moment deepening their connection. But when a secret from Sebastian's past threatens to destroy everything they've built, Ava must decide whether to let go of her fears and trust in their love, or retreat to the safety of her solitary adventures. Will Ava and Sebastian surrender to the alluring power of love and bridge the vast divide between their worlds? Can two souls from different walks of life find a way to overcome their differences and create a lasting bond?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kerry Kennedy
• Release date: Dec 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223799382

Kerry Kennedy

Kerry is a multi genre author currently living in Spain and hailing from the UK. Five years ago she and her partner made a life decision to move to warmer climates and to be close to the mountains they climb.  An avid writer and reader, you will usually find her with a book in her hand.  Her pleasurable activities include rock climbing, hiking in the Prades mountains, biking along the trails of Catalonia with stunning mountain backdrops and of course drinking too much coffee. She lives with her partner, four cats and her chihuahua. 

Book preview

Dedication

To all the girls who have loved and lost and still opened their hearts to receive.

To all my readers, without you none of this would be possible. Thank you.

To my wonderful and amazing man, Craig for always giving me the time and space to write and for supporting me with my endeavors.

To all the bookstagrammers and booktokers out there, who always provide me with amazing feedback and take the time to read and review my books, a huge thank you for all your support.

To the writing community on Twitter and LinkedIn who provide endless amount of support, it´s an honor to be part of the communities. Thank you so much.

To my parents who would have been so proud of me, I miss you both always.

Huge thank you to Saqlain Kiani for the help with formatting this book and making it perfect.

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeem

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter TwentyFour

Chapter TwentyFive

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter ThirtyFive

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Eight

Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty One

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Three

Chapter Forty Four

Chapter Forty Five

Chapter Forty Six

Chapter Forty Seven

Chapter FortyEight

Chapter Forty Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty One

Chapter Fifty Two

Chapter Fifty Three

Chapter Fifty Four

Chapter Fifty Five

Chapter Fifty Six

Chapter Fifty Seven

Chapter Fifty Eight

Chapter Fifty Nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty One

Chapter Sixty Two

Chapter Sixty Three

Chapter Sixty Four

Chapter Sixty Five

Chapter Sixty Six

Chapter Sixty Seven

Chapter Sixty Eight

Chapter Sixty Nine

Chapter Seventy

Chapter Seventy One

Chapter Seventy Two

Chapter Seventy Three

Chapter Seventy Four

Chapter Seventy Five

Chapter Seventy Six

Chapter Seventy Seven

Chapter

ONE

Ava

I

t's hot, hotter than I imagined as I step off the aircraft. It's been a really long flight from my home town of Chicago. I'm tired, grumpy and very hungry. On top of that I am nursing a broken heart. 

That's right. Well maybe it isn't that broken because I am angry about the whole thing. My fiancé Mark decided that since I spend most of my time travelling the globe, we aren't really that suited to be married. He called it off. Just twelve weeks before the wedding day.  I've cried, had a pity party for the last ten days which nobody could shirk me out of. Not even my bestie Zoe. Until I decided enough was enough and booked my ticket one way to Santa Fe, Spain. If anything can pull me out of my slump it will be this. I hope.

Mark and I were together for five years, I met him when I was eighteen in a coffee shop downtown in Chicago. I was taken with his shaggy blonde hair and aqua marine eyes. I thought personally we had it all. It turned out that what Mark wanted was  a stay-at-home wifey. Did he honestly think I was going to give up my passion and being a travel blogger? 

My stomach rumbles. I haven't eaten anything onboard. I couldn't face eating on the plane, all those germs flying around. I tried to sleep as best I could but you know what it's like when you are stuck like a sardine in a can. That's right, I didn't fly first class, premium or anything else as glorified.

I'm a travel blogger and my budget doesn't stretch to first class and champagne. I mean I make a decent enough living but I still have to travel on a shoe string budget. It's been a long day and all I want is to hit my head on a nice fluffy pillow at the hotel I have booked into. 

My unruly brown hair has come out of its band, I tie it back up into a high pony tail, my preferred way to wear it and off my face. The heat is scorching. It would be in the middle of June in Spain. At a guess, I'd say it is at least thirty-seven degrees Celsius. The Dixie Chicks t-shirt I'm wearing is sticking to me already and I wished I'd bothered to wear a bra, because now you can clearly see the outline of my breasts. I sigh. Nobody cares. Except me. I care.

In the passport que I take out my mobile, take it off airplane mode and see that I've got a dozen messages from my bestie Zoe and a couple from my mother. All wanting to know if I have landed safely and what is the weather like. I don't respond just yet. I want to get through the checks and out the other side. I have afforded myself one luxury of hiring a driver and car organized directly by the hotel. A short man with dark hair is holding a plague with my name on it. Ava Gardner. And yes in answer to your question, my mother does have a warped sense of humor. That and she loves the old time starlet Ava Gardner. Since our surname is Gardner, mum decided to call me after her all-time favourite actress. The amount of times I get asked, oh are you named after....., drives me insane. I swear one day I may just change it or go by my middle name, Lavinia.

My driver takes my heavy rucksack. I travel light, only ever my faithful rucksack and of course my precious Canon R6 camera. It's slung over my shoulder now and I itch to start taking photos straight away. Welcome to Grenada señorita. He says. I smile.

Gracias. He lowers my rucksack into the boot and opens the rear door for me. I instantly feel the cool air from the internal a.c. hitting my skin as he turns the engine on. It feels like a cool breeze across my bare arms and instantly I feel a little cooler.

As he drives I take in the many variety of trees lining the road, the small rustic fincas and land that seems to stretch on for miles. I have never been to this part of Spain before and I'm quite excited to start exploring. I decided on Santa Fe by because Zoe had come out here last year with her family for a holiday. She told me how beautiful it was and during my broken heart slump, it was her who recommended I come here. I think I'm going to like it. 

We arrive at the hotel within thirty minutes and I get out of the car and stretch my legs. As much as I want to sleep I now also want to meander around this beautiful city. The hotel is beautiful. A rambling Masia (old rustic Spanish mansion) built out of stone with gaily painted Catalonian blue shutters at the windows. The large arched entrance is decorated with deep purple roses that follow the arch. It is more beautiful than the internet pictures or that I could have imagined. 

My driver takes my rucksack out of my case and walks with me inside. It is formidable as I lean my head back to take in the high ceiling. A large ornate chandelier hangs down giving off a balmy orange glow. It's like inside sunshine. I spot the olive wood paneled reception area on my left and begin to make my way across the large flag stoned floor. 

There is a Japanese couple in front of me. They're young and clearly in love as they kiss each other fleetingly. This sends my stomach into a lurch and my heart pangs as I think momentarily back to Mark. Damnit. Why can't I get over him. It's going to take time. I know that but I am also a very impatient young woman. 

The receptionist, a beautiful dark haired woman with exotic eyes and red painted lips greets them. The couple manage to disengage themselves and begin to giggle. It makes me smile and warms my heart. Just because I don't have a special someone anymore, doesn't mean I can't be happy for them. 

I look around whilst I wait. And then I see him. He has to be the most gorgeous and arresting man I have ever seen. Something weird happens to my insides and a fire begins to pulse from my stomach to my throat. Oh my gosh, am I actually having heart palpitations? I want to avert my eyes. I can't. He is tall, I'd say easily six foot tall with dark shaggy hair, tousled on top and shaven around the sides and I daresay the back too from the look of it. His eyes are hazel and gold. They remind me of the coat of a tiger. My mouth has gone dry. I glance away hoping he hasn't noticed me staring at him. Okay I can't help it. I have to take another look. I mean I may never see him again and I know that I'm still getting over my relationship break down, but really. I can't resist. It's not just his looks but his body. He is wearing a white vest t-shirt, his skin is golden and he has the sexiest black tattoos running up and down his arms. Oh. My. God. I'm in man porn heaven. Seriously. I am going to melt.

He glances up clearly having the feeling that somebody is watching him. The couple move away from the reception and gently nudge me as they pass. They apologize. I smile. It's not a problem and then step to the desk so I can be checked in. I have to fight with myself not to steal another look. My heart is racing. I mean seriously racing. It needs to slow down or it's going to explode out of my chest. 

Chapter

TWO

AVA

I

am so hot I begin to fan myself with my left hand. He is walking towards me, I feel like a melting pot. My insides begin to churn. Am I so fickle? I mean I've only just broken up with Mark. Or rather he broke up with me. The receptionist is saying something to me, but I am still looking at him. He's more gorgeous than a man ought to be. I lick my lips, then want to bite my tongue off. Come on Ava. He's going to see you're salivating over his sexy body. Get a grip girl!

I turn to the beautiful woman sitting behind the mahogany reception desk. Her hair is jet black and tied up in a messy bun on top of her head. Her lips are a smacking red colour and I have to stop myself from asking what brand it is. Not that I wear much lipstick. In fact I hardly wear any make-up. The most I do is dust bronzer over my cheekbones and apply a lick of mascara. Usually when I am on my own travelling, I don't even bother with that. I'm on my journeys to take pictures and write my blog, to experience the places I visit and enjoy my surroundings. I'm not the least bit bothered about my looks. Mark used to say I was beautiful and he isn't one for lying. I guess I have to take his word for it. I'm not vain so all that gunk all over my face just makes me shudder. When I did try eyeshadow and followed a YouTube video, I ended up looking like Barbara Cartland on a bad day.

Can I have your name please? The woman behind the reception desk asks me, this time I pay attention. Her voice was a bit louder. I drop my rucksack to the floor and cast my eyes in the direction of Him. I could run my hands all over that body of his and lick his lips and feel what his tongue would feel like parting my own lips. I feel myself rush in my lower regions. Oh. My. God. He's a complete stranger. Maybe it's because I've had a sex drought for the last six weeks.

Please madam. The receptionist asserts herself. I get myself together and steal my eyes away from the Adonis in front of me.

Sorry, I erm. My name is Ava. I pause as I take my passport out of my rucksack top zipper section. Ava Gardner. I want to say this quietly because, well we've already covered this bit. I am so embarrassed about my name. Why couldn't I just be an Ava Jones or an Ava Smith?

She smiles a perfect smile revealing crisp white teeth. Everything about her is immaculate. Her skin is flawless, it's the colour of roasted almonds. Her cheekbones are to die for and her eyes, well I can see a woman crush coming on. Her nails click away on the keypad, I notice that they match the colour of her lipstick. Wow. I wish I could be that bothered because you know what? She does look ultra-glamorous. All of a sudden I feel like a tramp standing here in my old faithful t-shirt that is so worn you can practically see through it. Another reason I wish I'd bothered to wear a bra, but you know those damn things just make me feel so restricted. My jeans have seen better days too, but they're comfortable and perfect for travelling.

You are in room 130. She says and hands me the passport back. Here is your key. I will have Xavier come and take your luggage up.

I only have a rucksack. No need for assistance, but thank you. I say and slip the passport back into the top part of my rucksack.

Very well Madam, as you wish. The lift is just over there to your right. You will find everything you need in your room. If you require anything you can use the room telephone and press 0. Room service is 24/7.

What about breakfast, what time is that served? I ask her and feel something warm on my neck. It sends a shiver down my spine. There is someone standing very closely behind me. I turn without hesitating. Do you mind, you're in my personal space. Step back a bit would you. I demand. If there's one thing I really hate, it's someone being up close and personal in my space. Well unless it's sex of course then that's a whole different matter.

As I turn I want the ground to open up and sink down into it. Standing right in front of me so close that I can feel the heat pouring from his hot body, is Him. I want to die there and then. There is something about his proximity that has caused a stronger sensation in my lower abdomen, my heart has quickened and now it's racing like a thoroughbred horse from the starting line. Am I panting? I will myself not to touch him or to run my hands up and down his toned arms with those sexy tattoos. My fingers want to trace their outline. Yes I am almost panting. I feel myself getting moist. This is absolutely insane. My body is on fire. I don't even know this man.

Excuse me? He says pointedly. His voice is soft like silk, and his Spanish accent is to die for. His lips have moved and all I can do is stare at their fullness. Now I definitely want to press mine against his. I want to feel his tongue collide with mine. I think there is something seriously wrong with me. I've only just recently split up with Mark. He was the love of my life. The man I was engaged to. The man I was supposed to be marrying and having children with and to live in domestic bliss with. Damn it. This is so out of the blue and I am really fighting to hold myself back. This is some kind of weird insta-attraction that you only read about in a Lucy Score book.

You're in my space. I say, my voice heated because I am both annoyed with myself for being this turned on at his presence, and annoyed that he is so super good looking. Not to mention that I am hot and flustered about both.

He raises his perfect dark eyebrows. His eyes, now that I am much closer, I can see are bewitching. They are amber with dark stripes in them. Wow. I have never seen eyes like this before. I could fall into them.

I am not in your space. He folds his arms across his broad chest and I see how the muscles in his forearms flex. Right well then he obviously isn't going to budge. Stubborn idiot. I could seriously go off people very quickly.

Breakfast madam is served in our main restaurant between seven thirty and nine thirty. The receptionist's voice brings me back from my thoughts. I nod and mutter thank you. Take the room key from her and begin to walk away. Not before I hear her giggle. I bet she is flirting with Him. I feel a rush of jealousy. Why am I even feeling like this? He isn't mine. I don't know him. And now with his conceited and arrogant attitude, I don't want to know him. So he has a hot body and is probably hung like a donkey, who cares?

The lift opens and thankfully there is nobody else waiting to get in it with me. I close my ears off to the sound of his dulcet tones as he chats lightheartedly with the receptionist. I don't want to hear his voice. I don't want to think how the sound of him made me feel. My phone buzzes. I take it out of my back pocket and check the screen. It's my mom. I make a mental note to call her when I get to the room and have dumped my rucksack, which now suddenly feels heavy on my shoulders. Travelling can be wildly exciting but it can also be extremely draining.

All I want to do is throw myself on a bed, close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

Chapter

THree

AVA

I

step inside my room, it is stunning. It's a suite which I got at a discounted rate as I negotiated the price down telling them they would be featuring in my travel vlog and on my YouTube channel and pretty much everywhere else. Since I told them I have nearly half a million followers they were quite happy to provide a suite at the double room pricing. 

In front of me is the king size bed with crisp white sheets and the hugest pillows you can imagine. It looks so inviting. It stands centre point of the wall in front of me that is covered in a gold wallpaper with swirls of gold decorating it and doves. It is magical and soothing on the eye. To the right are balcony floor to ceiling doors that are currently open, I can feel a faint breeze coming through. Excited I drop my rucksack on the floor, slip out of my trusty Nike trainers and enjoy the coolness of the tiles beneath my feet. I make my way to the balcony, it has gorgeous iron work that is bowed with large flowers decorating it. There is a lemon tree to the left and an orange tree to the right. I can smell the fragrance. 

My view is stunning. I can see the old tiled roof tops of the village below me and in the distance the mountains. I inhale. This is heavenly. I adore mountains, I love to walk the trails and hike. Mike and I used to go rock climbing together. I suddenly feel a pang of sadness knowing that I won't be going climbing anytime soon. Nor will I be seeing him again, ever. Not unless we bump into each other back home in Chicago. I'm not sure that I want to hence this trip which wasn't planned since I had a wedding I was supposed to be taking care of. I sigh and focus on the mountains and the sounds beneath me. 

There is a courtyard with a fountain in the middle. People are sitting at café tables each one a different colour. It looks so bright and cheerful and I think I will go down and have a coffee soon. I could hit the pillows and fall asleep, only I know that isn't the best thing to do. I grab my camera that is still slung over my chest and begin to take pictures of the people laughing and talking animatedly. I adjust it slightly to take in the mountains that reign the landscape with a majestic presence. 

When I'm done I flop myself down on the bed and prop myself up with two of the large pillows.

It is time to call my mum. We have a wonderful relationship and to me, she is the best mother in the world. She's never stood in the way of my dreams nor has she balked ever when I told her I didn't want to go to college and that I wanted to pursue my dreams to travel. She encouraged me. The only thing that was ever a sticking point was Mark.

Mum has or had nothing against Mark but what caused her concern was the fact that at just eighteen we had fallen so hard for each other. My mother wanted me to experience the world before I settled down not be tied to anyone. I wish I had of listened. I'd have saved myself an awful lot of heartache and tears. But you know what it's like when you're young and in love with someone. Everything is exciting.

At first Mark had been supportive of my travelling, he often came with me and we've had some fantastic holidays in places as far as Bali, Indonesia, India and Amman. We talked, held hands and made love until the early hours of the morning until we were both sore and raw. Mark went to college and studied finance and had his first offer during his last year. It was too good to refuse and he accepted the job with Fornes & Co. Then our travelling together took a nose dive. No longer could Mark accompany me on so many trips. He only had twenty days holiday a year and by the time they came round, well suffice to say he was pretty much too exhausted to enjoy them. The company kept him busy and towards the end of our relationship it was not unusual for him to be working twelve hour days and bringing work home on top. Naturally our sex life took a steep nose dive too. But I loved Mark with all my heart. He was my childhood sweetheart and I wanted to be able to support him and stand by him. Yet I wasn't going to give up my dream either. Perhaps I didn't compromise enough or perhaps he wasn't willing to give enough.

When he proposed it was the most natural thing in the world to say yes and that was when the issues started. The, "why are you travelling again?" conversations would launch themselves from his lips. I cut back on international travel and concentrated on closer-to-home travel. Now as I lay here looking up at the rustic terracotta tiled ceiling, I realise it wasn't just me. He wanted somebody it turned out that was going to be on his arm at the drop of a hat, to accompany him to work events, dinners and the like. He wanted somebody to be at home when he came through the door from a long day. That's not me, I can't be that homebody person, no matter how much I knew he wanted me to be. I sigh and hit the phone icon for mom's number. Even though it is early in Chicago I know my mom. She will be waiting for me to call so I don't hesitate to ring her.

Her voice sounds relieved when she hears me say. Hi Mom. I'm safe and in my suite.

I am so relieved honey. I miss you already. How is the room? How was the flight? I smile as she asks me the questions. 

The flight was uneventful you know a bit long, such a drag. I hate flying for so long but I love it when I get to the destination. I say. The room is a suite, it's amazing. I have a balcony with mountain views and a terrace below. It's beautiful mom, so beautiful. I'm pleased I came and stopped moping around back home.

Good. It's what you needed. There was no point moping around. It wasn't going to change anything sweetheart. Mark has made his mind up and unfortunately he wants a different life now. I guess that is what happens when you start to move up the ladder in a corporate organization. I nod. She's right he did change and want a different life. Not the life I wanted. I am not done with wanderlust not yet. Or maybe, I muse, I haven't met the right man that I'm willing to give it all up for. I express this to my mother.

You may be right honey. She says. It could be that you both grew up and grew apart. It happens.

It didn't happen to you and dad mom.

No, but then we're different people darling. I never wanted to travel the world like you do. Sure we enjoy our holidays and travelling but I was happy to settle down, have you and be a home maker. I like my part-time job at the library and I will be there until I retire. My mother is the prime example of the good housewife. She took a job in her early twenties with our town's local library and has been there ever since. Mom ought to receive an award for longest serving employee. She gets immense satisfaction from being surrounded by books and readers all day long. I mean I love to read but not quite like my mom. She can devour a book a night.

Dad is always poking fun at her. Asking her what romance dribble-drabble she's reading now. Her favourite genre being romance, especially anything involving billionaires that can take her jet setting away without ever having to leave the comfort of her favourite armchair in our cosy lounge back home. I smile. Mom makes me smile. 

I suppose you're right mom. I let out a sigh and calculate that it can only be around five in the morning back home. Listen mom. Why don't I catch up with you tomorrow at a more sensible time for yourself. I want to unpack my rucksack and go out for a coffee and start to investigate. I'm sure I will be asleep early.

Okay sweetheart. Be safe and don't talk to strange men. I don't think I will tell her about grumpy pants downstairs with his wonderfully sexy arms. I stop myself from thinking about him any further. He annoyed me with his arrogance and crossed arms in front of his toned chest. We hang up. I reach for my charger from the rucksack still on the floor by the bed and plug it in. Thankfully I remembered my European charger and don't have to go out to buy one like I did when I travelled to Paris last year. So frustrating. 

Chapter

FOUR

Sebastian 

I

am still reeling after that girl spoke to me. How dare she speak to me like that with such indignation? She clearly doesn't know who I am. Whilst she stood there in front of me with bee stung lips that I want to kiss off her face, I held myself back from responding and letting her know just who she was addressing.

No doubt staying in this hotel, she will come to know who I am and perhaps be a little more respectful. 

There is no doubt she is beautiful. I mean naturally beautiful with her luscious brown hair and I had to do everything in my power to stop myself from leaning in closer to smell the coconut and lemon that was pulling me in so fiercely that I was almost on top of her. 

Then she turned around and her brown-green eyes mesmerized me. I felt a familiar stirring in my groin and willed myself not to react. It was difficult, very difficult that is until she opened her mouth and told me I was in her space. How dare she? I am not used to being spoken to like this. I would love to teach her a lesson by pinning her to a bed and ruining her lips with my own and crushing her body under my weight and feel her legs wrapped around my torso. Right that's enough, I need to keep myself in check. I can already feel myself beginning to bulge.

Hey Seb how are you today? Chantelle the receptionist asks me. I can see her full red pouty lips and I know she wants me. She has never made a secret about it. I can almost see her salivating she wants me that bad. I sense she's already getting moist waiting for me. Only she isn't going to get it. Least ways not from me today. Although fleetingly I wonder if I should. I mean I could get that American girl out of my system and give Chantelle the seeing to of a lifetime. 

I am good today thanks Chantelle. How has your day been? Busy? She nods. It is always busy in this hotel. It is the best hotel in all of Santa Fe and often we will find some celebrity in here. That's good. I like it for business to be busy. 

What can I help you with today? Her smile broadens and I can see the lust in her eyes. I'm not interested. I can't shake that damn American girl out of my mind. I almost want to ask Chantelle what room number she is staying in so I can go and knock on her door. 

I just wanted to check that the pool has been taken care of. I want my swim. 

Sure thing. It was completed this morning. There was  blockage but the pool engineer has rectified it now and it's all ready. She licks her lips. I follow her tongue with my eyes, I know she is ready and waiting. It isn't as if Chantelle isn't stunning with her high cheekbones and silky smooth skin but I've had enough of girls throwing themselves at me. There is no challenge in it, it's way too easy and they don't offer me anything else other than their warm bodies and moistness. I want a challenge, I want the chase and the excitement. I guess also part of me wants a woman to be by my side long-term. For that she will need beauty and brains, I need her to excite me mentally and stimulate me. I want her to make me a better man than I am. I want to feel like her life is the most important thing to me, to feel like I would walk over hot coals for her. Chantelle would simply be another easy lay and I am so over that.

All my life I've been chased by girls and women, ever since I was fifteen. You would not believe the amount of moms of my friends growing up who flirted with me. It makes me shudder at the thought of these women who ranged from their late thirties to early forties all wanting a piece of me. Sometimes being born with looks like mine can be hard and nobody gets it. They all think that I love myself, that I am vain and I crave attention like bees to a honey pot. They couldn't be further from the truth. I have confidence but that is only because I believe in myself. I have built up my empire of hotels and lodges around the world. 

My parents gave me a head start by loaning me money for my first project. A derelict and run down hotel in the heart of Catalonia. They told me that they would assist with a loan and if I couldn't pay them back in two years, I would have to go to college and study further. That was the worst imaginable thing for me. I was eager to earn money and make myself successful and rich. I have been inspired by my father and my grandfather both working in property and land development. 

My grandfather came from an impoverished farming background and wanted to make something of himself. He started small with rustic properties and spent his time bringing them back to their former glory. The money was scare for him, he had no handouts. He had to do it all on his own. His father before him was strict and unyielding, a farmer who didn't have the money to give in the first place. Sheer hard work, persistence and dedication saw my grandfather succeed. My father came into the world and took over the business when my grandfather passed away. His passion for the business was passed down to me, yet I didn't want to study for any longer than necessary. I certainly didn't want to wait anymore.

My mother and my father have supported me emotionally all the way on my journey and I they are proud of me. It hasn't been easy. Whilst most of my friends continued in their studies and were out drinking and partying, I was working. Pouring over contracts, development plans, budget sheets, project deadlines and supplier negotiations. I sweated blood and tears to make my business a success and now I am a self-made billionaire. 

Home is here in Santa Fe. I was born here and I will die here. For me it is a place of passion, desire and it beats like my own heart. The people and the community are second to none. We care about each other, we love one another, we're good to each other. I have everything I need here except a wife, someone to love and to have many children with. Someone who wants to be by my side, who wants a big family. For my part, I would love nothing more than to have six children. And this is what I can't get with the women that chase me. 

They want to be with me, they want to feel me riding them and dig their nails into my back. They all want to be the one that will tame me to settle down, to be theirs and to have the Garcia name. Yet I am still to come