Translation of Love (26 page)

“Fuck.” I can sense that he is desperately trying to rein in his emotions. “I wanna kill that son of bitch!”

“Trust me, he’s not worth it.”

“Baby, look at me.” I hesitate but I do as he asks. “I need you to know that I would never hurt you like that. I never want you to be afraid to say what you want to say or act how you want to act. I may not always agree or like it, but I would never physically hurt you, okay?”

“I know that.” And I do know it. In my heart, I truly believe that I am safe with Victor. I know that he would never hurt me that way. I know this because he has shown me every day that I am free to be myself around him and, furthermore, he likes who I am.

“I still have to go up to my mom’s room. Will you be alright if I leave you here for a bit? You can take a nap and then when I get back, we can do whatever you want, okay?”

“A nap sounds good right now. I’ll be fine here.”

“Good. I promise you that everything is gonna be okay, Babe.”

“I believe you,” I reply, and I do. Looking into his eyes, I’d believe anything that he tells me. He leaves to go meet up with his mother. I close my eyes and let myself fall asleep, happy that Victor and I are alright. I sleep and relax for the remainder of the day, only really getting up to eat dinner. The events of the morning exhausted us both. Victor assured me that the video was taken care of and will never see the light of day. After that debacle, we were both able to just relax and enjoy the rest of our evening.

“Wake up!” I hear from a distance. A strong hand shakes me. “Baby, wake up.” The voice is closer now. My eyes flutter open and Victor’s smiling over me. “Hey, sleepy head. You gotta get up. We have to go soon.”

I lift my arms over my head and stretch out. “Mmm, where are we going?”

“Remember when we first met, I told you I was looking for a house here? We never got the chance to take the trip and since we’re here now, I thought we could go take a look at some properties.”

“Oh. Alright, sounds like fun.”

He gives me a quick kiss. “Get dressed. The realtor is meeting us in the lobby in twenty minutes. I ordered you a coffee and some pastries. We can eat them in the car.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, sitting up in bed and throwing the covers off of me. I pick out an outfit to wear, deciding on a simple navy blue sundress which I pair with black flip flops. Victor opts for cargo shorts, a green t-shirt, and baseball cap. He looks super casual and sexy. We make it down to the lobby on time where we meet up with Caroline, the realtor. She’s an older woman, maybe in her early fifties, short and stout but very pretty.

After introductions, Caroline tells us that we’ll be seeing houses in the exclusive community of Star Island. We decide that it would be best to take two cars, so Victor and I follow her in the rental car. After a short drive, we drive down a semi private road and come to a gated community, manned by a security guard. Caroline stops at the gate and speaks to the guard. Moments later, we’re able to drive through. The houses on Star Island are more beautiful than I could ever imagine. This is where the crème de la crème live. Mansions with beautiful views of the Biscayne bay. Most of them have guest houses, pools, and boat slips in their back yards. I think I might pass out at the sight of the house we’re going to look at, as we pull into the huge circular driveway. We get out of the car and I take in the enormous pale yellow mansion with a deep red roof.

Caroline walks up to where we’re standing. “This is the first house we’re looking at. It’s got twelve bedrooms and eleven bathrooms. It’s 11,000 square feet and fully furnished. I’m just going to go get the key out of the lockbox,” she says, walking toward the front door.

It’s almost ridiculous how big the thing actually is. I know that this is where some of the most famous people in the world live but it’s just excessive. I pull Victor’s hand and he comes to a stop in front of me. I shake my head at him. “Babe, twelve bedrooms? Seriously? What do you need twelve bedrooms for? You’re one person.”

“It’s not for me, Ellie, it’s for us. For me and you to escape to, whenever we get tired of Jersey.”

There are too many things in that statement for me to wrap my head around. I don’t know which one to tackle first, tired of Jersey? He lives in New York. “For us? What do you mean for us?”

He tilts his head and stares at me for a moment. “Come on, Love, are we gonna do this back and forth shit forever? Only spending weekends together? Eventually, we’re gonna have to make some decisions. I’ve told you that my penthouse is not a home to me, it’s a place I sleep. I don’t wanna stay there forever. As a matter of fact, I’d like to get rid of it sooner rather than later.”

“Well, what are you gonna do when you get rid of it?” I’m confused. Is he planning on making Miami his full time residence?

He chuckles at me. Apparently I can’t see the bigger picture. “Babe, I’m hoping that when I’m homeless on the street in a few months, that my beautiful girlfriend will take me in. I’ll move to Jersey, get the fuck out of the city, settle down with you and live my life in peace without fucking paparazzi constantly taking my picture. I mean, that’s if you want me to,” he says, sounding unsure now.

It finally hits me that he’s talking about us living together. “You wanna move in with me?”

He smiles at me and tugs at my hair. “I mean, it’s the logical next step right? We love each other, we want to be together, so why not move in together? I want us to build a life together, Babe.”

My heart feels like it’s about to explode. The idea of building a life with Victor is a dream come true. “In my little two bedroom shack?”

“I love your house. I guess we can expand when the time comes, although that would pretty much kill your backyard, or we can buy a bigger house. We can get a house on the beach if you want, that’s your dream right?”

“When the time comes?”

“Yeah, we may need to have an extra bedroom or two when we have kids, right?” I may just pass out from all of the information that’s being thrown my way. It’s not that I’m not happy about it, I am, it’s just that in my wildest dreams I never imagined that any of it would be possible for me. Here he is telling me that not only is it possible, it can be a reality, all I have to do is make the choice to accept it.

“I guess I’m not opposed to selling my house eventually, moving to a bigger place if we need to. But this…” I say motioning to the monstrosity of a house in front of us. “This is a bit much, especially for a house we’re not even planning on living in full time.”

“Okay fine,” he whispers in my ear. “But let’s at least look at it. The poor woman brought us out here, the least we can do is take a look.”

“Alright,” I say. He’s right. It would be rude not to at least look at the house. We walk up the driveway and follow Caroline into the house, letting her show us every nook of the palatial house. It really is beautiful with a mix of hard wood and marble flooring, state of the art appliances and large furniture throughout. I just could never see myself actually living here though, it’s just too big. A person could get lost in here for days. It takes a while but we finally see the entire house. Caroline escorts us out and as we walk back to the cars she asks, “So what did you two think of this one?”

“Ellie, what did you think of this one?” Victor asks, throwing me right under the bus.

I glare over at him, then turn to Caroline with a smile. “It’s beautiful, Caroline, we just think it might be a little too big for us.”

“I see. I have a few other properties I can show you. There’s a nine bedroom, a seven bedroom, and a five bedroom available.”

Victor chimes in, “Let’s see the 9.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Too big. Let’s look at the five bedroom.”

He laughs at me. “Too small, Baby. What about when our families come to visit? We’ll look at the seven bedroom.” It’s a compromise that I can live with.

“Okay, the seven bedroom,” I agree.

Caroline smiles at us. Clearly she gets a kick out of our debating. “Great, just follow me in your car. It’s right up the street.”

We follow her up the road to a beautiful gated house. As we drive up the beautiful, tree-lined driveway, I take in the lush landscape. The house is stunning. Spanish style with a tan exterior. We park in front and follow Caroline to the front steps.

“This one was built in 1928 but it’s been recently remodeled. It has seven bedrooms, six bathrooms and just under ten thousand square feet.”

As soon as we step foot in the house, I’m in love. It’s more intimate than the last house but also it’s just prettier with an old world charm. It has a mix of hard wood, marble and stone floors, the living room has a gorgeous fireplace and vaulted ceilings. The kitchen is state of the art, with granite countertops, dark cherry wood cabinets and stainless steel appliances. It’s even nicer than Victor’s kitchen in New York.

“Why don’t you two go and take a look upstairs without me. That’ll give you a chance to discuss it in private.” She can tell we like it.

Victor and I go upstairs and explore all of the bedrooms and bathrooms on the upper level. We make it to the master bedroom which has beautiful hardwood floors throughout the room with two French doors that lead onto a large balcony that has the most stunning views of the bay.

“What do you think Ellie?” he prompts.

I take a minute to look around the room, walking over to the double doors and staring out at the amazing views. “I love it. It’s beautiful, Babe,” I say, turning to face him.

“Really?” he questions with excitement in his voice.

“Yes, really. This place feels more like a home and less like a museum.”

“I agree.”

I can picture us in this house. The thought of being here with him excites me. “Are you gonna buy it?”

“If you love it, I’m gonna buy it.”

“Just like that? I don’t even know what to say,” I say turning back to take in the view one last time. He sweeps my hair so that it lies over one shoulder, presses himself into my back and places a gentle kiss on my neck.

“Don’t say anything,” he whispers, pushing my dress up over my hips so that it exposes my panties.

“Victor,” I whisper, feeling his hardness on my behind.

“Shhh, I wanna christen our new house, Babe.” Before I can protest, he rips my panties in half leaving me completely exposed. “Put your hands up on the glass,” he commands. The sound of his voice alone turns me on, leaving me ready for him. I do as he asks and put my hands on the glass. I hear the sound of a zipper coming undone and then I can feel his manhood on me. “Spread your legs.” I spread my legs, knowing that this is going to be hard and fast, since Caroline is downstairs. The possibility of getting caught is actually a turn on and by the time I feel him at my entrance, I’m more than ready for him. “Stick that pretty little ass out for me, Babe.” Victor’s never spoken to me like this before but holy shit I’m loving it right now. I do what he asks and as soon as I do, he impales me, hitting all of the right places. I cry out at the feel of him as he starts thrusting. “Shhh. We have to be quiet, Love,” he says, never letting up or slowing down. I try to control my urge to scream from the delicious sensations that are taking over me. His hands start to roam underneath my dress, finding my breasts. He pulls the cups of my bra down so that my breasts are exposed and he starts rolling and gently tugging at my nipples between his fingers. I throw my head back and try my hardest not to make any sounds.

After a few moments, he releases my breasts and brings his hands down to my hips. “Oh, fuck, Baby, I need you to come,” he says, gripping my hips tighter, pulling me into him. I bite my bottom lip in order to keep from screaming as the powerful orgasm rips me apart. My knees start to buckle and I’m afraid I’ll fall to the ground. Victor instinctively wraps his arm around my waist, holding me upright as he comes, grunting against my shoulder trying to minimize the sound.

“Shit, Baby, that was hot,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I reply, coming down from the rollercoaster. He turns me around so that we’re face to face. He bends down, picking up my torn panties from the floor and using them to clean me up.

He grins up at me. “I think I owe you a new pair of underwear, Babe.”

“You think?”

He nods. “In the meantime, you’re gonna have to go commando.”

“I’ll manage,” I say, biting back a smile.