As we walked down through the hotel to the hotel restaurant I held out my hand to my boyfriend. After a few seconds he took it but it seemed so reluctant. Neither of us were talking and I felt terrible for leaving him so soon. I was also a little annoyed that he wasn't seeing this from my point of view. I may have been the girlfriend of one of the most well known sportsmen ever but I wanted a normal life. I wanted a job, like normal people, I wanted a social life, like normal people.

"Rafa," I finally broke the silence "You're taking this much worse than I thought you would. There must be something that is really putting you off this plan."

"I will tell you." Rafa decided "At the risk of sounding ridiculous, this is exactly what happened with me and Xisca only even sooner. We got together and I thought that everything was going perfectly. Then she went to London to work and get a business degree. And then she left me because she didn't approve of the travelling and the hardly seeing each other while I'm on tour. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but you're going to London to work. And you don't approve of the travelling and the touring which I have to do. You have even hinted that I retire at twenty eight so that when you return you don't have to travel around."

"I love you Rafa, I'll never leave you. I can promise you that." I pledged "I know that you don't want me to leave so soon. Neither do I but I've got to. But everything will work out in the end. When I have a good job in the Mallorca embassy then we'll both be happy."

"Okay," Rafa said "I'm not going to argue with you any more. You have your heart set on going, that's fine. We'll try and make the most out of tonight."

"You don't mean sex?" I asked excitedly.

"Well I originally thought that a board game would suffice but I guess sex sounds good too." Rafa joked half heartedly "Normally I don't have sex the night before a tennis match but I think we'll have to make an exception here. Now, let's meet the family."

He pressed a kiss to my forehead before opening the doors into the restaurant canteen. At a large table sat Rafa's mother, uncle Toni and the rest of his team. It was just a fraction of who came to the bigger events, normally there would also be some cousins, his sister, his father, his other uncle but seeing as it was only a small event Rafa only had a small entourage.

"Hello." Rafa said "This is my friend Sophie Richardson. She's from England but she speaks good Spanish."

"Hi," I said shyly. Rafa took me to the table and started introducing me to his entourage.

"This is my uncle, Toni."

"This is my agent, Carlos."

"This is my physio, Rafael."

"This is my PR agent, Benito."
"This is my mother, Ana Maria."

I shook all of their hands.

"So how long are you going to be staying with us?" Ana Maria asked as everybody else resumed their conversations and Rafa joined his team.

"I have to be at the airport at seven in the evening tomorrow." I answered.

"So soon?" Ana Maria asked "That's a shame. So how did you get to meet my son?"

"I met him at the French Open, then he came to see me in England because he found out that my parents had died and he took me here to look after me for a couple of days. I'm very grateful to him, I don't know what I would have done without him but I have to go back tomorrow. I've got a job interview quite soon and I need to get everything in order for that." I replied.

"Wow you're Spanish is good," Ana Maria complimented "Rafa seems to really like you. I can see it in his eyes."

"We've been through quite a lot," I explained "I'm going to miss him when I'm gone. But he says he'll come and see we when it's time for Wimbledon and the Olympics."

"So are you two together?" Ana Maria asked "I just know that Rafael has feeling for him. A mother always knows."

"No, we're just friends." I lied "Maybe we'd go a step further if I didn't have to go to London."

"If you say so." Ana Maria said with a twinkle in her eye "So where are you going to work?"

"Hopefully in the foreign office." I answered "I speak Spanish, French and German."

"You'd be well suited to working there." Ana Maria seemed to approve "Do you have to do a training course?"

"Two years unfortunately but then I could get posted to any embassy in the world." I said.

""There's an embassy in Mallorca, maybe you should try and get there. I know that Rafa would appreciate that." Ana Maria suggested.

"Oh I hadn't thought of that!" I lied "That's a really good idea."

Ana Maria was the only one of the team who really paid any attention to me but I had a nice chat with her over lunch we went straight to the stadium. We all wished Rafa good luck as he walked into the locker rooms and we made our own way into the player boxes of the stadium. Once I was sitting down, next to Ana Maria, I wowed. The view from the box was one of the best in the stadium. High enough to see the whole court from a good angle and also we were really close to the player who was on our side of the court. Rafa came onto the court first to thunderous applause followed by his opponent of the day, Lukas Lacko. They warmed up for five minutes before the match began.

In the first set Rafa seemed to be struggling a little with the grass. He made a few misjudgements about the bounce and in moments was playing it two much like a clay court match. However, towards the end of the set he became a little more aggressive and broke Lacko to take the set 7:5. It was straightforward from there as he got confident with aggressive ground strokes and net play winning the set and the match with a final score of 7:5, 6:1. I stood up and applauded him with the rest of the stadium as he shook Lacko's hand, packed up his stuff and left the court. I checked my watch, the time was 3:30. Rafa's team went to see him and talk to him about improvements while I left the stadium. I was going to meet Rafa back in the hotel room but first I had to go and do some shopping. I bought a small black dress which I knew would barely cover my arse but I would never wear it out. I wanted to wear it when with Rafa tonight. I quickly bundled it up before going elsewhere to buy rose petals and candles. Really this kind of thing should have been Rafa's job but I didn't feel like he was too experienced in this kind of thing. It was going to be so romantic and so naughty, the perfect way to say goodbye. I went back to the hotel room and hid all of my preparations under the bed. It was only approaching four and unfortunately it wasn't time yet. I lay back on the bed and went back to looking for London flats. About five minutes after I got here Rafa arrived, his face still flushed from the day's work.

"What did you think of the match?" He asked.

"You played fine in the first set and brilliantly in the second." I answered.

"I think that I could have played better." Rafa grumbled "So what shall we do now SnuggleMuffin?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at me and laughed at my expression as he dubbed me SnuggleMuffin.

"I don't know." I replied before fighting fire with fire "Cuddly Bear."

"Okay." Rafa said loudly "I propose a truce. Cuddly Bear is too far."

"Deal my shnuckumlypoo." I laughed "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"You are going to pay dearly for this." Rafa threatened "Be warned."

"Whatever," I laughed it off "I am going to the loo."

I walked into the toilet.

As soon as Sophie's back was turned Rafa picked up her laptop and opened it up. Good, she hadn't made a password yet. He logged on and grinned victoriously as he found her Facebook open. New status.

OMG I love my boyfriend so much, his name's Rafael and he's from Spain. He's so strong and brave, once he fought of a lion for me with his bare hands. I wish that I could be as brave as him.

Also he's really handsome. He's got such beautiful curly hair and he makes me really horny. He is so good in bed. I call him brave heart or iron man and he calls me SnuggleMuffin. Also he's much taller than me and I'm really small. I wish that I was taller.

Then, just as an added precaution Rafa changed her password to iheartrafamyboyfriendxxx. I wrote it down on the palm of my hand to make sure that I didn't forget it.

I had just flushed the toilet when I heard Rafa laughing. I knew that he'd found some way to get me back. As I was washing my hands my phone buzzed in my pocket. I quickly dried my hands and got the phone out.

Isabel Phillips likes your status.

What status? I hadn't posted a status in ages? Suddenly my brain made the connections. Rafa was laughing after promising to get me back and apparently I had a new status. I unlocked the door and stormed out back into the bedroom. Rafa was lying on the bed with an extremely satisfied look on his face. I grabbed my laptop and opened it up to see what he had posted. Suddenly my account had a password. This was his doing.

"What have you changed my password to?" I asked calmly.

"Beg for forgiveness." Rafa ordered, clearly enjoying himself.

"I am going to tie you to the bed." I said "And you will be helpless."

"Oh really." Rafa raised his eyebrows. Humouring me, he allowed me to tie him down with anything that I could find. Dressing gown cords, sheets, connected towels, wires, clothes. Then I sat on his chest grabbing his playstation remote and turning on the console.

"What are you doing on my PS3?" Rafa asked urgency suddenly in his voice. He tried to push me off him but found that his hands were tied together and then tied to the bed. He had not predicted that the bindings would actually be strong.

"Just sending messages." I answered innocently. First I went to send one to David Ferrer.

Will you marry me?

"If you don't tell me my password then I'll send it." I threatened. Rafa didn't answer within a few seconds so I pressed send. Next I went to send one to Juan Monaco.

Will you marry me? I really love your little beard.

Rafa cringed at the message but instead of telling me my password still tried to push me off and untie himself. Knowing that Rafa wasn't going to crack with his Spanish friends I decided to be harsher.

"I think I'll send one to Andy Murray." I decided aloud.

"No, not Andy. He'll never let me forget it." Rafa paled and fought hard to get me off.

Dearest Andy.

I find you incredibly sexy and that scottish accent of yours really turns me , will you marry me?

From Rafa

PS You're taller than me, so I'm actually quite small.

"Don't send that." Rafa warned me.

"Then tell me my password." I replied.

"Fine," Rafa sighed in defeat "iheartrafamyboyfriendxxx"

I typed it into the password box, checking if Rafa was telling the truth. Sure enough he was and it let me log on. I climbed of Rafa and untied his bonds before using my toe to press on the x button of the controller thus sending the message to Andy.

"Whoops." I said.

"Nooooo!" Rafa cried "No no noooo!" He ran up to the playstation trying to find a way to revert the message but it was too late.

"Okay," Rafa said, defeated "You've had the last word. Now let's call it a truce."

"When did you fight off a lion for me?" I asked, reading the status that he had posted as me in disgust. The worst thing was that five people had liked it already. I pressed the delete button, thus destroying any evidence of the status ever being posted..

"I accept your truce." I replied to Rafa "So what shall we do now?"

"Well we should have the rest of the evening to ourselves." Rafa said "I warned my family and team not to come looking for me. I think that we should call room service and have dinner alone up here. And then we'll make love for the rest of the evening."