Leaving my family after being home for a whole week feels sad, but I have to get back to my own world. Graduation is in a few days and I need to get ready.

Saying goodbye to my parents and Nana as I left the following day was emotional. Alexander spent the morning and most of the afternoon with my family and I. Right up until we had to leave.

Since he had to get back to work and I had my own things to prepare for the next few days.

The upside to all of this is that I will be seeing them on the day of graduation this coming Friday so I am not deeply saddened by leaving.

The moment we got back to the mansion, Miss June was very happy to have us back. I missed her and Harvey. Him and I have been spending a little bit of time since I moved back in with Lex. He is actually a cool guy. I see why Lex and Isdora see him as their second father.

Being away from the busy city life was good for my soul. I literally see a glow in me. Like a dying spark was fueled once more and it became a raging fire again.

Even Lex agrees that he enjoyed meeting my family and that being away from the constant flash of the paparazzi cameras was well needed.

His only downside is that he has been hitting the gym harder than before. He apparently is working off the amount of calories he ate when he visited my family.

I don’t blame him, my family is bound by food. It is literally one of the strings that tie us together. So we always find ways to eat something.

Which is not a bad thing. Food is life. It will love you more than any human being can. Food doesn’t cheat on you. Food consoles you.

It is always there for you.

But at the same time, food has a dark side. Become a glutton and it can kill you.

My family is what I consider . We consume a lot of food but we don’t let it control us.

Gigi is happy about my return. I missed her, just as much as she missed me. I don’t often visit my family and every chance I get is widely appreciated by my soul but the fact that I am so used to being with Gigi makes me miss her too much when I go home.

I haven’t gotten used to the fact that I am in love with Lex. Ignoring it is not easy... it’s gnawing its way at the back of my mind. And it’s made me not behave the way that I usually do around Alexander.

Everytime he gets near, which is most of the time since we live together, my heart quickens and my hands get sweaty. I stumble over my words and I feel like it’s the first time I’ve met him.

It feels as if I’ve been transported back to the time I still had a crush on him. I think he can tell that something is up with me but I’m not sure if he knows what it is.

Telling me to not be awkward around him is like telling a Panda not to be cute.

It’s impossible.

This is why I can’t wait to see Gigi, I need a lot of girl talk and advice on how to handle this.

I drive over to the Oasis, a very high end spa that Alexander booked treatments at for myself and Gigi. I told him that he did not need to do this for us, but being the person that he is, he insisted.

So now we are going to be pampered to our heart’s content.

I, for one cannot wait, my whole body buzzes with excitement as I cruise through the busy streets. Watermelon Sugar blasts through the car speakers, bringing a smile to my face as I turn the volume up a few levels.

I get a few curious stares when I stop at a red light from an elderly couple, who clearly seem disturbed by my loud music.

A group of guys on the car on my left, give me a thumbs up and sing along till the light turns green. The whole encounter causes me to fall into a fit of laughter as I drive away.

I get to Oasis spa and park the car. I send Gigi a quick text to alert her that I have arrived. She walks out of the front door of the spa with a gorgeous smile on her face. The weather is hot today and she looks radiant as the sun bounces off her beautiful olive skin.

It looks like we had the same idea on what to wear today because her outfit is similar to mine. We are both in bike shorts, mine are black and hers are grey. She has on a pink Nike sports bra while I have a white, oversized cropped top. I finally got to a point where I am no longer ashamed of my body and how I look.

Alexander gave me the confidence that I was lacking when it comes to appreciating that I am beautiful in any way. I still do exercise but not as much as I did before. You’d think that I would be utilising the fact that the house I live in has a home gym.

But no, I only run on the treadmill once or twice a week.

“Nice car”, she says as she walks towards me.

“Oh shut up”, I smile at her as we embrace each other in a tight hug.

Lex gave me permission to drive whatever car I wanted in his garage. Any other person would jump for joy. Especially when it comes to the types of vehicles this man has in his keep.

But not me.

First of all I am not used to driving fancy cars. The only car I occasionally drive is Gigi’s Hyundai i20 sedan that she got from her editor. Other than that, I use public transportation.

I told him that I was okay with getting an Uber but according to him, “Alexander Cain’s girlfriend does not use an Uber”.

So I chose a Mercedes Benz A-Class Sedan not because it was an automatic and would be easier to drive. But because I would rather crash a Mercedes than a Ferrari.

“Daddy Lex is very generous, nice hair by the way”, she says as we walk towards the front door of the spa.

Trust Gigi to notice the car behind me before my new hairstyle.

I woke up early this morning and decided to visit a hair salon before meeting up with her. I love my hair, it’s big and fluffy like a cloud but having curly hair is sometimes such a huge struggle so I opted to have some waist length, medium sized box braids done.

I was very elated when the lady who was braiding my hair, Zinzi, found an Expression packet that matched my hair color.

Beauty is pain and sitting on that chair, no matter how lush the padding is ...was too much to take , my butt was very grateful to be off it after three and a half hours.

Zinzi has very quick hands, because that is the smallest amount of time I have ever spent getting braids done in my entire existence.

I roll my eyes at her as we speak to the receptionist.

Once we are in fluffy robes and slippers that feel like cotton candy, we get our pampering started.

I feel like a cooked noodle after a one hour full body massage. My spine cracked like a glowstick the moment, Vinesh, the handsome masseuse placed his soft hands on my back.

I did not realise that I had so much tension trapped in my body.

I blame it on all the stress I’ve had to endure for the past few months. Gigi was a moaning mess next to me as she expresses how good the massage feels.

Honestly I can’t blame her, I let go of a groan of pleasure myself as Vinesh kneaded the knots on my shoulders with his Lavender scented oil coated hands.

“Why didn’t Alexander find you sooner? I could have used that massage, a year ago”, she says from where she sits on the recliner next to me.

We are currently getting our nails done. Manicures and pedicures accompanied by oddly not so disgusting green health smoothies.

Our faces are fresh from a facial that has my pores screaming thank you in all languages.

Seriously….my face feels like the bottom of a new born child.

“Is that all I am to you?... A ticket to the good life?”, I playfully glower at her.

She clicks her tongue, “If the shoe fits”.

“I will unfriend you both on social media and in real life”.

“Pfft.. you wish you could survive without me.” she then bursts into song and starts singing Sugarland's Stuck Like Glue. This has the kind ladies who are focused on our toes laugh at her crazy off key singing.

“Gigi, you’re going to break the windows with your screeching”, I speak over her high singing voice.

Rolling eyes at me, “So?...your rich boyfriend can afford to have them fixed. In fact he can afford to purchase a spa for you”. She mischievously smiles at me, “He should definitely buy you your own spa, so I can be treated like this everyday”.

She leans back into the chair and takes a sip of her smoothie.

“No, he already does too much for me”. And he really does, the man is practically taking care of me. He gives me an allowance, which is a lot of money. I live in his humongous house, and I drive his cars.

We had spoken about me getting a job but he flat out told me to worry about employment after graduation. He even went as far to say that I don’t need to work.

“He is your man, it’s his duty to take care of you. Plus I don’t hear him complain about it”, she goes back to picking a color for her nails.

I chew on my bottom lip while I go over her words, mentally digesting them. I also have to deal with my intense feelings for him.

This is too much for my mind to handle.

“What is it?”, Gigi asks, her brows furrow up in concern. I don’t have to do a lot for her to see that something is bothering me. This is one of the reasons why I cherish the connection I share with her in our friendship.

I turn my torso towards her, making sure that I don’t interrupt the lady handling my feet.

“I love him”.

A moment of silence passes between us as she stares at me. She does not blink. She does not move a muscle. It’s almost as if she is frozen in time.

Her eyes start frantically blinking, “You love him? Girlfriend you’re in trouble”.

“I know, I’m in too deep. I don’t know how to accept this”.

Her hand reaches over to mine, she holds it and places our intertwined hands on the armrest. “Chica, being in love is scary. When you love someone, you become vulnerable. You give him the power to make or break you.”.

“You’re not helping.”

She swats my hand, “Shut up and listen... What I’m saying here is that even though it’s scary, it's an awesome feeling. Not many people can say that they have loved and been loved back”.

At this point I feel like she is talking more about herself than my situation. The glint in her eyes tells me that she is holding back tears. I hope she somedays finds love too.

“I’m not even sure if he loves me”.

A smirk graces her face, “Trust me sweetie, he loves you”.

“So what am I supposed to do? How do I begin to tell him how I feel?”.

“Dinner”, Miranda, the lady in charge of Gigi’s feet, speaks up in suggestion.

“Romantic dinner and sexy time”, Crystal, who's handling my feet, says as she coats my toe nails with black nail polish.

Gigi nods in agreement. “Exactly. Get dressed up in a sexy dress, and then after you confess your feelings, have the animalistic, nasty sex I imagine you guys have all the time”.

While I choke on my own spit, everyone else laughs at my reaction to Gigi’s words.

Heat rises to my cheeks, “About that...we haven’t done it yet”.

This new revelation halts Gigi’s laughter. Her face falls as her mouth hangs open. “You cappin”.

I shrug, “Seriously , we haven’t had sex yet”.

Her newly threaded brows rise in surprise, “You’ve been with this man for almost six months and he has not blown your back out yet?....” she claps her hands in disbelief . “Are you sure he is straight?”.

“It’s not like I haven’t wanted it but he’s just been patient. It frustrates the heck out of me but I can’t exactly force him to sleep with me”. My fisted hands show my frustration.

I don’t even know why we’ve waited so long. Maybe I’m not attractive enough, or my inexperience makes him hesitate to even entertain the idea of us having sex.

And if it’s like that, why is he even with me then?

“This is exactly why you need to seduce him tonight. Maybe you telling him how you feel will thrust him in the right direction”

“You’re crazy”. I say laughing at her play on words.

Our day finally comes to an end. After the mani-pedi we had some lunch at the spa restaurant. All they had was healthy salads and vegan ice cream which is not bad by the way. It may become my new favorite thing.

“I had a great day with you and tell Alexander I said thank you”, she says as we hug in the parking lot.

“Thanks for being my friend, te quiero”. This was the first thing she taught me in Spanish. A few days after we became friends.

Her warm smile appears, “Stop being cheesy and go say that to your man”.

She then walks towards her car that is parked three cars away, as I open the driver’s door she calls out to me, “Hey Rosie...Yo también te quiero, now go get laid!”

The sound of her laughter fades off as she gets in the car and pulls out of the parking spot.

A smile stays on my face the whole drive back to the mansion.

I guess it’s time to seduce my boyfriend.