Break-ups are hard. Especially when the love of your life was caught with something rather illegal up his...I'll leave that to your imagination. So here I am! In beautiful Positano, on the Amalfi coast.
Alone and single. Yes, of course I ditched that loser, but to come on a couples holiday, alone is a serious crime in my opinion. Donovan was left at Manchester airport, with the police. His dark brown eyes apologetic for the substances wedged in his asshole, that he apparently knew 'nothing about'.
"Another Aperol, Madame?" I looked up to see the sexiest server hover over me whilst I lay on the sun lounge.
"Urm sure. What's your name?" I croaked. Damn, I was parched.
"Gio." he smirked.
Gio had this je ne sais quoi and I liked it. Tall and lean, dark brown beard and sea blue eyes which
