ENRIQUE GOT BACK TO his home the next evening. He couldn’t have been happier to be away from London’s drab weather and back to his beautiful Spain. He was looking forward to seeing Sarah, too.
He’d missed her.
And he didn’t just miss the s*x, although that was a definite highlight to their relationship and he couldn’t wait to get her n***d and under him again.
Instead, he found that he missed their dinners together, her company, her constant badgering at him for details about his life. Enrique didn’t know what he wanted from her, but he knew he wanted to be around her and to have her around him. He was sure they could come to some sort of compromise.
As he walked into his home, something was different. He looked around the foyer. Something felt like it was missing. Enrique greete
