(18+) The Guest (Complete)

Ch. 51: Los Olivos

I couldn't believe Ana let me try number two! And it even seemed like she enjoyed it. Not as much as I did perhaps, but at least she didn't hate me. But the idea she shared afterwards... I just couldn't get it out of my mind. The image of her gaping mouth and innocent, pleading eyes while I'm fucking her throat was just too much for me. And even though I tried focusing on what was in front of me, my mind deceived me again and again.

"How about this one?" she asked, and pointed at the screen. I'd asked to get a laptop so we could check out the real estate market in Madrid. And she'd finally realized that her apartment would be too small for the three of us. It would also be safer to not live so close to other people, like you do in an apartment complex. And I didn't care that her place was secured better than Fort Knox. I couldn't relax with people living so close to us. They were literally at the other side of the wall!

"Nah," I said without really looking. She was browsing in the wrong section anyway. If she refused to move to America, then at least I wanted something decent if I was moving to Spain. And even though I'd kinda accepted that now, I still tried every opportunity to convince her into move in with me at Neverland.

"But I found one at Figueroa Mountain Road. You know, in Los Olivos?"

At least it sounded Spanish. Sort of.

I smirked like a fool and hid my face behind her shoulder. She didn't notice though, since she was sitting on my lap with her back against me. And when she turned with a thoughtful frown, I pretended like nothing.

"Los Olivos? Now, where was that again? I think you drive to Las Rozas de Madrid, and then to... No, that's Los Ranchos."

I chuckled and kissed her behind her ear, while I inhaled her smell through my nose.

"Show me," she said and placed both of her hands on top of my left one, that was carefully stroking her belly. But when I exited the website and wrote my home address in the browser, she started to get suspicious. Then she got confused when I quickly found the old marketing ad of Sycamore Valley Ranch; the way Neverland was before I moved there.

"Sycamore? I don't think I've heard of that name before."

"Oh, it really nice there. It's in Santa Ynez Valley, and 2,698 acres of beautiful nature is surrounding the 12,598 square feet main residence."

Ana squinted at me.

"Is there a pool?"

"Of course. Even an arcade."

She pursed her lips, trying to keep serious while she turned back to the screen, where picture after picture rolled over the computer screen.

"You're just trying to make me move to California again, aren't you?"

I felt the laughter bubble up from my stomach, and I pinched her ribs until she squealed.

"Of course I am," I said, before I hugged her tightly. Then I continued scrolling through all the pictures from before I moved there, and continued to how it looked today. The Golden Gate. The Ferris Wheel. The Zoo. All the buildings and The Giving Tree. And even though it felt weird looking at your own home through a computer screen, it made me feel a little homesick. Especially looking at the picture of The Giving Tree.