Sexually compatible would be an understatement.
He kisses me passionately, and I moan against his mouth before he pulls back. I can feel the smile on his face. “I’m so proud of you, baby,” he says. I touch his features with my fingers. “And I’m so proud of you.” Standing up and removing my arms from around his neck, he pulls me into him.
“Don’t even think about wiping off my cum. The thought of it under that race suit for all your interviews will earn you a reward once we get back to the hotel.” My breathing falters.
That means no peeing for me.
ChapterThirty-Six
Maria Alejandra
He wants to see where I grew up.
A place that I left and told myself I would never go back to. The place where my mother was killed along with hundreds of other people. But I’m taking him anyway. Only because he did a whole monologue on how he wanted to see where the love of his life grew up. I don’t really believe that. He’s more interested in what my family does. I don’t blame him; the house is something else.
My family’s eccentric. They have money, and even though they use it wisely, the family home is nowhere near humble.
Before we got in the car, I told him not to turn random corners and to follow me at all times. I don’t want him to get lost, especially in my brother’s man cave, aka torture chamber. He doesn’t need to see what I’m sure he already has images of in his head.
I’m not ready for him to run away simply because my family is different. So, I plan on guarding him from every dirty secret possible.
“Ya llegamos, señora,”our driver announces. I look up to see the entrance way. The pathway to enter is dank and dark but has some classic aspects to it.
“Gracias, José. No me digas señora, me siento vieja.”He chuckles before I climb out. Luca follows.
Jose pops the trunk open from the driver’s seat and takes out our mini suitcases. We only plan to stay three days. Just enough time for Luca to get to know my family better. I can’t be here for more than that and he knows it.
“Remember the rules we went over?” I question Luca again. He grabs me by the waist, bringing me closer to him. My hands move up to the center of his chest. “Don’t worry,ragazza, I know about all the skeletons you hide in this house.” He kisses me softly, reassuring me.
“Ya hermanita, no quiero ver eso.”I hear León’s sarcastic words boom through the driveway. I turn to see him shielding his eyes. I laugh before his blinding smile shows. Walking confidently towards us, he smothers me in a welcoming hug. “Okay, I saw you three weeks ago. It’s not like we’re long-lost siblings.” All the breath in my lungs almost disappears from his tight grip.
He lets go of me and turns to Luca, shaking his hand. Luca accepts without a fault. “It’s nice to see you coming to your senses.” Luca’s stone-cold expression comes back as he looks at my brother.
“Well, I guess it’s time for a tour of the Hacienda,” León says, before Luca looks in my direction and squeezes my hand comfortingly.
Picking up my bag, I walk in behind my brother and feel the cold nature of the living room brushing past me. I get chills immediately, gulping and thinking about all that has happened here.
“Welcome to the home that my sister and I no longer live in, but I’m forced to visit every so often.” Luca walks past me, looking around.
“It’s nice,” he says, but I know he hates it.Another thing we agree on.
“The house, for the most part, is a normal modern take on Spanish architecture. As you know, my dad doesn’t want people to assume that bad things happen here,” I mutter the last part softly.
“The detail is nice. He knew what he was doing when it came to being incognito.” He can say that again. Little does he know that in the closet next to the stairs sits a whole armory. The same closet where my father puts the coats of his guests.
“After we take your stuff upstairs, I’m sure Ale will show you around her favorite part of the Hacienda, the gardens.” I stiffen but nod after I regain some feeling.
“Yep.” I smile at Luca who looks down after meeting my gaze.
I start walking up the stairs and hear footsteps trailing behind me. Making my way up to my room, I set my things down. This place is basically a maze. Having different wings pretty much explains it all. There’s another staircase next to the kitchen which leads to my father’s part of the house, and on the other side is my mother’s. León and I’s wings are the steps off the primary entrance.
“I’ll leave you both here. See you later for dinner.” León walks out, shutting the door behind him. My room hasn’t been touched since I left. The color is a bright purple, my favorite color at the time. I now despise the color. I’ll leave purple for Vio to wear.
“Purple, a very scandalous decision,” he tells me.
“I despise the color.” I shudder at the thoughts of what happened on the bed he’s sitting on. “What’s wrong? I wouldn’t have come here if I knew you’d be so frightened.” I look at him, putting my hand on his shoulder.
“I’m fine. It’s just that this place brings back so many memories and I don’t know how to process it all.”