Victoria's POV:
We went straight to the airport after dinner, where I discovered that the Romanos owned their own private jet. As we stepped aboard, the luxurious interior took my breath away. Plush leather seats, ambient lighting, and a sleek bar stocked with top-shelf liquors greeted us. The flight attendants offered us champagne and an array of gourmet snacks. After sipping a few glasses of crisp, bubbly champagne, I felt the warmth of the alcohol seep into my veins, lulling me into a relaxed state. Eventually, I found a cozy spot and laid down, letting the gentle hum of the engines rock me to sleep.
I was later awakened by Devonté when we arrived at our destination. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, I felt his fingers brush against my arm, stirring me gently. “We’re here, babe,” he said, his voice low and warm.
I sat up just in time to see the stunning landscape as we drove toward our rental for the weekend. We were surrounded by acres of lush trees and vibrant greenery as we ascended the mountain. The beauty of the place was breathtaking, and for a moment, all my worries faded away.
When we finally arrived at the house, we were greeted by a housekeeper who welcomed us with more champagne. “Mr. and Mrs. Romano,” she said, and I couldn’t help but smile at how lovely that sounded. The title felt foreign yet exhilarating, filling me with a sense of belonging I had craved.
“Wow, this place is just beautiful. Every square inch is just stunning,” I exclaimed, admiring the grandeur of the mega-mansion.
“I paid a lot of money for it to look like this,” Devonté replied, taking a casual sip from his champagne flute, his confidence evident.
“Why am I not surprised that it’s yours?” I teased, giving him a playful nudge.
“Because I have money,” he smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Did you design this place or did you hire someone?” I asked, genuinely curious about the origins of such a magnificent structure.
“My mother designed it. It was just a sketch, and I brought it to life in remembrance of her,” he said, finishing the rest of his champagne in one swift motion.
“I’m sorry. She must have been an amazing woman and a brilliant architect,” I said, stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms around his waist in a comforting hug.
“She wasn’t an architect; she didn’t even work. She wasn’t allowed to, but she studied architecture,” he replied, his tone tinged with a mix of pride and sadness.
“Oh, wasn’t she allowed to?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“Yeah, my father didn’t allow her to. He doesn’t believe that a woman should work... he’s a bit old school,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “But can we stop talking about my mother and go take a dive?” he asked, changing the subject with a playful grin.
“I didn’t pack a bathing suit,” I replied, suddenly feeling shy.
“Neither do I,” he said, and before I could react, he began removing his clothes, revealing his perfectly chiseled body, muscles taut and glistening in the light.
“Wow,” I breathed, letting out a cough as I took in his physique for what felt like the thousandth time. No matter how many times I saw him like this, it never ceased to amaze me.
“I'll see you in the pool,” he said with a wink, walking outside in just his boxers, the sight igniting a fire within me.
I took off my clothes, keeping only my bra and panties on, before stepping out into the gorgeous backyard. The infinity-edge pool glistened like a sapphire under the afternoon sun. As I dipped my toes into the warm water, I felt a sense of freedom wash over me. I couldn’t help but smile as I moved closer to him, and he immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
His lips crashed against mine, and I melted against him. The kiss was slow and sensual, filled with a growing intensity that made my heart race. He was becoming more affectionate, and I was loving every second of it.
“Mr. and Mrs. Romano, sorry to disturb you, but I would like to know what you would like for dinner tonight?” the housekeeper, Ms. James, asked politely, interrupting our moment.
“Surprise us, Ms. James,” Devonté replied, his tone playful.
“I can cook for us tonight if that’s okay,” I offered, feeling a spark of excitement at the thought of preparing a meal for us.
“That’s fine with me,” Ms. James smiled, clearly pleased.
“You can have the rest of the day off too, Ms. James,” he added, swimming closer to me as she walked away.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” she laughed, heading inside and leaving us alone once again.
Devonté turned me around to face him, kissing me deeply. I felt him undoing my bra, and a playful giggle escaped my lips. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice light and teasing.
“Taking it off,” he smiled mischievously.
“Then you might as well take yours off too,” I challenged, reaching for his boxers.
“You’re really the freaky one, aren’t you?” he smirked, finally stripping off his boxers and tossing them out of the pool.
“I’m the smart one,” I retorted, pushing him under the water and swimming away quickly, grabbing his boxers as I went.
I ran inside, laughing hysterically as I searched for a place to hide from him. I dashed into the bathroom and locked the door, my heart racing with excitement. I could hear him knocking and laughing on the other side. “Stay in there,” he called out, his voice playful.
The knocking stopped, and I waited for a moment, thinking he might give up. As I peeked out, I saw him walking toward the pool with my suitcase in hand, holding it above the water. My heart dropped. “That’s all my clothes, Von!” I exclaimed, panic rising in my throat.
“I’m just fighting fire with fire, Angel,” he smirked devilishly.
“No, it’s not fire with fire!” I protested, trying to sound stern.
“Okay, come get it,” he taunted, placing the suitcase down in front of him.
With a surge of determination, I grabbed my bag from him and playfully tossed him his clothes. “You really have to take everything to extremes,” I said, shaking my head, a smile playing on my lips.
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As promised, I decided to cook dinner for Devonté that night. I started preparing the ingredients while he kept me company, our conversation flowing easily in the intimate setting. It felt nice to be away from the chaos of his family, especially his father, whose antics always managed to put me on edge.
“Babe, can I ask you something?” Devonté said, leaning against the counter, watching me chop vegetables.
“Why are you asking me? Just ask the damn question,” I replied, my playful tone urging him on.
“I’m just afraid I’ll open old wounds,” he confessed, his expression turning serious.
“Ask,” I encouraged, hoping to ease his concerns.
“What do you think about us adopting a baby?” he asked, his gaze searching mine for a reaction.
“Where does this come from?” I asked, surprised by his sudden suggestion.
“I know you want a baby, and I would do anything for it. Fuck, I’ll even nut in a container for you,” he joked, and I couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of the thought.
“If that’s what you want, then we can do it, but give me a while to think about it?” I replied, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me.
“Anything you want,” he said, and his warm smile reassured me. He came around, wrapping his arms around me as I stirred the pot on the stove, and kissed me tenderly.
Then, unexpectedly, he dropped to one knee, pulling out a small velvet box. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would you make me the luckiest man and marry me?” His eyes sparkled with hope and love as he opened the box, revealing a stunning engagement ring.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured into wanting to try the options I laid out for us to start a family. I’m doing this because I love you,” he said earnestly.
“I love you too,” I replied, tears of joy streaming down my face as I nodded, overwhelmed by emotion. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”
He slipped the ring onto my finger, and as he stood up, he pulled me into a tight embrace, spinning me around in sheer joy. In that moment, everything felt perfect—our love, our future, and the dream of a life together.