DESIRED (BWWM)

Moving In

Renée

"What do you think?" Elijah asks as I stare at the house with my mouth hanging open.

What do I think?

"We don't have to live here if you don't like it," he says nervously, turning around and looking at the house himself, this time with skeptical eyes.

Don't like it? I freaking love it!

After the 'William incident' we stayed at his fathers house for two days until he finally found a place he wanted to show me.

One day before my birthday too.

The last few days I got to know Antonio better. Elijah was busy with work and Antonio had made it a point to involve me in everything he did.

He even thought me how to shoot!
Elijah didn't like that very much.

The more time I spent with Antonio the more I liked him. He's very jolly for an ex Godfather of an organized crime group and has an apparent obsession with telling morbid jokes that are sometimes funny and most times concerning.

His relationship with Elijah isn't the best but it's very obvious how much they love each other. A melancholy feeling had swept though my body when we left the Alejandro mansion this morning but I swallowed my fair, knowing that I'd see Antonio again.

Even if he has to shoot Elijah in the leg. His words not mine.

Mia had a cow when I told her I would be living with Elijah alone, but after the initial shock she soon warmed up to the idea. I haven't seen or heard from my mother since the incident at the penthouse and I'm honestly really worried about her.

Is she drinking enough water?
Is she eating?
Is she getting enough sleep?

Elijah had reassured me that she was fine and that I should stop worrying, but that didn't stop the guilt from surfacing every time I thought of her.

I can't silence the voice in my head calling me hypocrite either. 

"Its beautiful," I say in a whisper, shutting out my negative thoughts as I look at the colourful flowers planted on either sides of the house.

I had expected another expensive hotel not the beautiful house that lay before me.
"Bene," he smiles, shaking the keys in front my face, I take it from his hands as I walk up the concrete steps, pausing by the door for dramatic effect before opening it an stepping inside.
(Translation: Good)

"Its beautiful," I say again, taking in the modern interior.
"Its huge. Too huge, but I expected at least that," I state and he grins at me, lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Hey put me down! I want to explore," I giggle as he walks up the umber stairs.
"But I want to explore you," he whines and I giggle again.

"Stop acting like a neanderthal, there's plenty of time to explore me later," I say convincingly as he opens a door and walks inside.

"There's a window and look here's a bed," he says dryly, dropping me carelessly on the bed.
"See? You explored," he continues, joining me on the bed and covering my lips with his.

"That's hardly exploring Elijah," I say when we come up for air.
"I'd say," he growls staring at my lips hungrily before smiling suddenly.
"What?"
"Nothing," he replies, shaking his head and claiming my lips again.

                             ***

"Can I please braid your hair?" I beg Elijah for what seems to be the hundredth time. After waking up from a nap together we decided or more like Elijah decided to watch a movie about an Italian mafia gang.