Forever

Twenty

"Watch your head," Derek says politely. He places our bags above our heads before reaching down to grab Rose's luggage. While he turns away from us Rose mocks him, making me chuckle.

"Goddammit Rose what is in here" He exclaims. An evil grin plays across her lips making me laugh harder and Monica blush beside her. We were on our way to Spain in Derek's private jet. I knew Derek was rich, he always was growing up but two private jets rich is a bit much. He comes to sit down next to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder. He is dressed in a white tee-shirt and sweats looking as great as ever. Rose and Monica are laughing beside us, making me smile at them. Derek turns his gaze to them admiring their closeness.

"What the fuck dude" Rose exclaims. Derek holds up his middle finger annoyed with her rudeness. I rest my head against Derek's shoulder drifting off into sleep.

...

I step out of the car, gasping at the beauty of the villa. Behind the enormous gate, there is a huge pool in front of the larger house. The sun is still outshining its bright light on the white house and the blue water.

"Damn money bags" I joke. Derek laughs lightly before reaching to grab our bags. He leans over and kisses my temple before following his security into the house. Rose struggles with Monica to get their bags out of the car. I go over to help them.

"Some brother he is" Rose mumbles.

"I heard that"

"You were supposed to." We make our way into the house dropping our bags by the door. Derek goes to order his security around before returning to us. His security takes the bags up the rooms. Derek comes over to me wrapping his hands around my waist before reaching down to hold my ass.

"You like it," He asks. I hum in response. I wrap my arms around his neck reaching up in my toes to peck his lips.

"Are you tired" I shake my head, biting my lip. He smirks. "I have some things to handle but I'll be back for dinner. There's a chef coming so we don't have to endure your cooking" He jokes. I slap the back of his head lightly, causing him to grip a fistful of my ass.

"I've gotten better"

"Yeah I'd like to see that"

"What business?" I change the subject. He looks away letting me know exactly what he's doing. I sigh leaning into him.

"Don't worry. There are enough guards to protect you guys" I nod. We stand holding each other for what feels like forever before Derek's phone rings letting me know he has to leave. He kisses me lightly before giving my ass a light tap. I whine, making him laugh.

"I'll be back in a few hours" He kisses me again before walking out the door. I walk around the house amazed by everything, the furniture, the open space everything just feels so freeing. The first time I came to Spain Derek and I stayed in a little apartment. Everything was so old the stove didn't work and we had to let the water run for thirty minutes before taking a shower. I smile at the memory of us trying to take a shower together.

"Have you seen your room?" Rose asks, making her way down the steps. I shake my head. "I hope you're prepared for what he has in store," She says.

"Excuse me," I say. She cackles making her way outside to the pool.

"It's not that kinky but it seems like you guys won't be getting much sleep tonight." I grin finally.

"Bitch can you wax me," I ask. Rose looks at me disgusted.

"Damn Camille you really let yourself go" I roll my eyes. She nods giving me a small grin. She and I make our way into the house up the stairs to my bedroom. There are roses petals all over the bed, a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs, and a purple vibrator. A smile spreads across my face as Rose judges me. I pull the wax stuff out of my bag and make my way to the huge bathroom. Rose prepares the stuff as I take my pants and underwear off.

"Where's Monica" I question. She uses the first strip making me wince.

"Napping. We are probably going to go into town tonight, find someone to bring home with us" I shake my head at her.

"Stupid ass" I wince as she finished with the last strip.

"What" Rose complains.

"She obviously wants you exclusively if she's put up with this for as long as she has." Rose rolls her eyes as I rub some aloe on my bruised parts.

"Well then she should speak up"

"Don't be dumb, she'll get tired of this eventually. Girls like Monica aren't built for the life you want, so you choose who holds more importance, the streets or her"

"Fine, I'll talk to her" She exasperates. There is a loud bell letting me know that the chef is probably here. Rose and I make our way back downstairs to great the small chubby Spanish lady.

"Hi," I say cheerfully. She takes my hand shaking it lightly with a huge smile. Rose and I lead her into the kitchen with security trailing us.

We learn that Maria has been a cook for fifteen years. She has two sons that are very attractive if I do say so myself. Her oldest son has a baby on the way which makes her very happy. She makes us Paella making Rose turn her face up. Monica wakes up from her nap and her and Rose make their way into town with a security detail.

It's dark now and Derek still hasn't returned. Maria decided to eat dinner with me and we indulged in more girl talk. She tells me how she always wanted girls but God chose to bless her and her husband with boys. She and her husband were not supposed to marry but when she was 17 she became defiant and decided to marry who she loved instead of a man she barely knew. Her family was not happy but they got over it. I let her speak, telling her life story completely intrigued. I hear heavy footsteps.

"Oh, Mr. Rossi Hello" Maria exclaims. I smile as Derek makes his way over to us. He pulls Maria in for a light embrace.

"Maria, I told you to call me Derek," He says kindly. She chuckles.

"I made your favorite Camille take a liking to it, your sister not so much," She says, making me laugh. Rose has always been the pickiest eater. "I should get going I stayed to keep Camille company, Derek she is really a delight"

"Yes, she is," He says while pouring himself a glass of wine. Maria grabs her bags and walks over to me kissing my cheeks before leaving.

"Where's Rose and Monica"

"They went to town," He nods, taking a long sip of his wine. I bite my lip eyeing him.

"So we're alone"

"Yep," I say popping the P. He makes his way over to me nudging my legs apart standing between them. He lifts my chin to kiss me deeply. I moan into his mouth as he picks me up making his way to the bedroom.