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    Marc Stroker
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Chapter 9
     
    Opening your eyes to glorious, bright sunshine is a wonderful feeling. Rolling over and discovering your boyfriend is missing, is not. Stretching out my legs, I notice how tight and sore my skin feels. Stupid factor 15. I hate it when Oliver is right. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I force myself to get up from my lovely Egyptian cotton fort. Padding around our suite in search of Oliver, I become a little concerned when I realise that he isn’t here.
    Grabbing my mobile from the bedside table, I am about to hit speed dial when I notice a text message flashing on the screen.
    My parents flew in early. Didn’t wanna wake you. Gone down to the beach. Call me when you’re up. Xx
    His parents are here? They’re here now? Tapping out his number, I listen to the strange dial tone for what seems like an eternity until he finally answers.
    ‘Hey! You’re up!’
    ‘I am.’ I can’t help but smile at the sound of his voice.
    ‘Did you get my text? Are you coming down to join us?’
    After confirming that I did and I am, we hang up and I dash over to my suitcase in search of the perfect meet the parents outfit. Catching a glimpse of my toasty skin in the mirror, I lather myself in Oliver’s factor 50. Being proved wrong is a pet hate of mine, but being sun burnt is something I hate even more. Settling on my newly acquired Biba costume, I throw on the matching kaftan and sandals before sending a quick Whatsapp message to Lianna and Marc. It has been almost two days since my last Madison update and I am starting to have withdrawal symptoms.
    Dropping the room key into my bag, I wander down the hotel lobby and take the stunning, glass lift to the ground floor. Resisting the temptation for a cocktail, I jump on a golf cart and fly through the grounds, holding on for dear life.
    As we stop at the beach, I tip Speedy Gonzalez a handful of pesos and hop off. Enjoying the soft sand between my toes, I slip off my sandals and stroll towards the shoreline. Considering it is still early the beach is rather busy today, making it difficult to spot Oliver. Feeling like I am in a Where’s Wally cartoon, I am just about to set down my beach towel when a familiar voice catches my attention.
    ‘Clara! Over here!’
    And that’s when I spot him. Sprawled under a beach palapa next to a bustling beach bar, is my gorgeous boyfriend. Weaving through the sun worshippers and beach towels, I make my way over to him.
    ‘Good morning.’ I smile, allowing Oliver to pull me into a huge bear hug.
    ‘So, where are your parents?’ Dumping my bag down on the sand, I perch on the end of his sun lounger.
    ‘Dad has gone for a dip and mom went for more tequila. Have you eaten?’ He pulls over another lounger and motions for me sit down.
    ‘No, I haven’t eaten. I’m not that hungry though to be honest.’ I am actually starving, but the pressure of his parents is making me rather nauseas.
    Purposefully dragging my lounger into the shade, I lay down my plush towel and whip off my kaftan.
    ‘Here’s dad now.’ Oliver waves his arms over his head and I sit up straight, plastering a ridiculous smile across my face.
    Lifting my sunnies for a better look, I pull in my stomach and jump to my feet as he pulls me towards him.
    ‘Dad, this is my girlfriend, Clara Andrews.’ Oliver squeezes me tightly and I feel a swell of pride.
    Looking up at the very handsome, greying gentleman in front of me, I am suddenly aware of where Oliver’s good looks come from.
    ‘It’s lovely to finally meet you!’ I hold out my hand for a polite shake, but he bats it away and hugs me tightly.
    ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Miss.’ Randy holds me at arm’s length and I immediately know that I love him. ‘Welcome to the crazy world of the Morgan family.’
    ‘Your mother just went to the bathroom, had to fix her hair or something like that.’