Translation of Love

My pulse is racing, my palms are sweaty, and my breathing is erratic as I open the door to Dad’s house. After the day I’ve spent with Victor, I really don’t want my family to do anything to scare him away. To be fair, I’m not exactly sure how they’ll react. I’ve never brought anyone home before. I never really even introduced them to Brian. I just kind of disappeared off the face of the earth for the length of our relationship. They met him a few times but, for the most part, I was living a different life back then. I guess in hindsight, the fact that I kept him away from my family speaks volumes. I was going through a hard time when I met Brian. I’d just lost my mom and I guess I thought he could fill the void that losing her had left behind. I was wrong. Nothing could ever fill that void.

“Auntie Elle!” I hear Gemma before I see her bounding into the foyer. She stops dead in her tracks, looks at Victor, then back to me with a huge grin on her face. “Nice!”

I’m pretty sure I’m turning a bright shade of red. “Gemma!”

“What?” she asks still grinning. “Dad, Grandpa, Auntie Elle and her friend are here!” she yells loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I look at Victor who is holding back laughter, then back to Gemma. “What are you…five?”

Gavin enters the room, striding with purpose to me and Victor. His eyes are kind. I know he’s not aiming to give Victor a hard time. He pulls me into a hug. “Hey, Sis.”

I hug him back. “Hey, Gav.” I pull back. “Victor, this is my brother, Gavin. Gavin, this is Victor.”

Gavin holds out his hand. Victor takes it and they shake. “Nice to meet you, Victor.” He lets go of Victor’s hand and throws his arm around Gemma’s shoulder. “Have you met my loudmouth daughter, Gemma?”

Victor chuckles. “Not quite. Hi, Gemma.”

“Hi,” she replies.

“Where’s Dad?”

“He’s in the kitchen, come on.” Gemma goes into the living room while Gavin, Victor and I make our way to the kitchen. Dad’s at the island in the middle of the kitchen, prepping a salad. I’m saying a mental prayer that he doesn’t give Victor a hard time.

“Hey, Dad,” I say, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Hey, Kiddo, glad you could make it.” He smiles at me and gives me a quick nod. I know he’s giving me a nonverbal cue that everything is gonna be okay. “Hi, Victor, glad you could make it too.”

They shake hands. “Thank you, Mr. Brooks.”

“Call me Joe. Mr. Brooks was my father.”

“Okay, Joe,” Victor says, taking me by the hand.

“Alright, well dinner’s ready. Why don’t you all go take a seat in the dining room?”

“Do you need any help, Dad?”

“No, Kiddo, table’s already set.”

Dinner is fun for the most part. Everyone gangs up on me to tell Victor the most embarrassing stories they can think of about me. He smiles and laughs along with the rest of them. He seems to really be enjoying himself. Dad has just served an apple pie from his favorite bakery when the evening takes a turn for the worse.

“So, Victor, what do you do for a living?”

“Um…I’m a singer,” he says with just a hint of hesitation. Gemma smiles big. She thinks Victor’s cool. Gavin puts his head down and chuckles, and Dad…well Dad looks like he’s about ready to have a stroke.

“A singer? What kind of career is that? No one makes a living doing that,” he growls.

“Dad! Victor makes a great living. Don’t assume the worst.”

“Elle, seriously?” I can’t believe how furious he looks, it’s not like I’m dating a drug dealer for God’s sake.

“No, Joe, Ellie’s right. I make a great living. I’m a Latin singer. I’m actually pretty popular in some parts of the world.”

“What do you mean by popular?”

“Oh my God!!!” everyone turns and looks at Gemma who is staring at her phone. “You’re a superstar!” she says to Victor. “Is this really you in concert? There’re like thousands of people here,” she asks, flipping her phone so that he can see.

Victor smiles at her. “Yup, that’s me. This is the tour I just finished up.”

The phone gets passed around the table. Gemma managed to find a video of him performing live in concert. When the phone makes its way to Dad, he stares for a minute. I can’t read what he’s thinking, his face gives nothing away.

“Just how successful are you, Victor?” he asks. I’m pretty sure he’s asking how financially secure he is. Victor looks slightly uncomfortable but he takes it in stride and answers the intrusive question.

“I’m a multimillionaire, sir.” I hear a collective intake of breath.

“Wow. This video is very impressive.” Dad looks between me and Victor and he says. “Look, I don’t wanna be a downer cause I can tell that you two like each other but how can you take care of my daughter if you’re constantly on the road?”

I’m mortified and angry. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, and Ellie and I have talked about this. I am at a point in my career where I’m looking to slow things down. I have one more album to record, a smaller tour planned and then I’m taking some time off so that I can decide what I want to do next.”

Gavin finally chimes in. “That’s great man. It’s good that you’ve got it all figured out, but where does my sister fit into this equation?”

Oh my God, what is happening here? “Gavin!”

Victor grabs my hand underneath the table. He’s trying to calm me down. “I care about your sister a lot. We’re taking things slow, but I know that she’s gonna be a part of my future.” My breath catches and I turn to look at him. His eyes never leave Gavin but he gives my hand a squeeze. He knows that what he just said scares the hell out of me but he’s trying to reassure my family. “I’ll do what I have to do to make sure she’s okay with my career.”

Gavin smiles and nods. It’s his way of giving Victor his approval.

“Well, I think it’s awesome. Can I come to one of your shows?” Gemma asks.

“Sure, Gemma. Next time I play Madison Square Garden, you’re all invited.”

This gets Dad’s attention. “You’ve played at The Garden?”

“Yeah, I’ve sold out The Garden three times.”

Dad nods his approval. It’s not just because Victor can sell out an arena, but it’s because he really likes Victor, who looks cool as a cucumber. I, on the other hand, feel like I’ve just been through a hurricane.



Victor made me pack a bag before we left my house for dinner. He said he wanted me to spend the night with him again at the hotel. I can’t seem to say no to him, so after dinner with my family, we hop in his car and head to the hotel. I’m relatively quiet for most of the drive. I want to know what he thinks about my family but I’m scared to ask. As usual, he makes it easy for me.

“Your family is great, Babe,” he says, squeezing my knee.

“Really? You don’t hate them for interrogating you?”

“No. I don’t hate them. Your father is a retired police detective. I was mentally prepared for worse. I was actually relieved that it wasn’t.”

“Who are you?” I ask, wondering how it is that he can take things so easily. It seems like nothing bothers him, he’s calm and collected at all times.

“What do you mean?”

“Any other guy would run as fast as they could.”

“I’m not most guys. I know a good thing when I see it.”

I don’t respond. I can’t. What would I even say to such a lovely comment? I’m flattered that he thinks I’m a good thing. I know better, I’m not a good thing. There’s too much baggage that comes with me. Who would wanna shoulder that heavy a load? It’s hard enough to have a relationship with someone normal, but to attempt a relationship with someone who is so clearly damaged is just straight crazy. Victor wanting someone like me is almost as crazy as me wanting someone as wonderful as he is.

When we get back to the hotel, I go straight to the bathroom to get ready for bed, while Victor checks his voicemail and email messages. Now I’m standing in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror wishing I would have grabbed a less revealing pair of pajamas. The black and white cami top hugs my curves. The hot pink, floral lace trim detail call attention to my breasts and the matching boy shorts show off the curve of my ass perfectly. I wanted to look good for him but I don’t want to give off the impression that I am ready for a sexual encounter just yet. I’m not sure that I am. I stare at myself in the mirror, take a deep breath and try not to panic.

I build up my courage to open the bathroom door. As I peek through, I see that Victor’s already shirtless and in bed, reading something on his laptop. I practically run to the bed, get under the covers and lay down with my back to him. The sound of the laptop closing makes my heart race. The bed shifts and an arm comes around me, his hand planted firmly just below my breast.

“What are you doing, Love?” he asks softly, sending shivers through me.

“Uh, I’m just going to sleep. Good night, Victor.”

“I see, because it looked like you bolted from the bathroom and jumped under the covers because you were hiding.”

“Hiding from what?”

“From me,” he whispers in my ear. “I think that maybe you’re afraid to let me see what you’re wearing.” Why does he know everything that I’m thinking? It’s so annoying!

“I’m not afraid.”

“No? Then you won’t mind if I do this,” he says, throwing the covers back and pushing me down on my back. He stares at me in my skimpy pajamas, instantly his eyes go liquid. Gently, he traces the pink lace above my breast. The simple touch is all it takes for the moisture to build up between my thighs. “I like this,” he says.

“You do?” My response comes out a little too breathy.

“Mmmm. You look good enough to eat.” The words sound primal coming from him.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I whisper.

He dips his head down to the crook of my neck. I feel his body shaking and realize he’s laughing. “Are you laughing at me?”

Victor lifts his head so that he can look at me, his eyes full of amusement. “Yes. I told you we will go slow. I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to do. Okay?” I nod my understanding. “Alright then, back to my exploration,” he says, tracing his finger back over the lace that separates him from my breasts. Bringing his lips down to my neck, he kisses it then slowly licks the same spot. He kisses the space just between my breasts and again replaces his lips with his tongue, taking his time licking. He lifts the hem of my cami so that it’s lying just underneath my breasts, exposing my stomach. Again he begins his delicious pattern of kissing then licking me, this time over every inch of my stomach. I tangle my hands in his hair and arch my back, letting out a moan of pleasure.

Victor lifts his head till our eyes are locked, he gives his head a shake and removes my hands from his hair placing them to my sides on the bed. “No touching,” he says, giving me a devilish grin. “You hold onto the sheets and don’t let go.”

“What?” My pulse quickens.

“Don’t get scared, just hold onto the sheets. This is gonna be good, Baby.” I lick my lips and close my eyes as his thumbs hook onto the waist of my boy shorts and pulls them off in one fluid motion. I’m totally bare to him now from just below my breasts down to my toes. The sensation of Victor’s tongue dipping into my belly button causes my eyes to flutter open and sends a shudder coursing through me. A trail of kisses and licks leave me writhing under him in a state of near delirium.

No one has ever made me feel like this, not ever. I had no idea that anything could feel this exquisite. The fear evaporates and I know that I’ll submit to whatever it is that Victor wants to do to me. Let him rip my heart out if he wants. This one moment in time will be worth the pain. Strong hands spread my legs open, I grab onto the sheets, holding on so tightly that my knuckles start to turn white. “Baby,” Victor calls me, his voice relaxing me instantly. “Close your eyes and just let yourself experience this. I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.”

I’m under his spell. I’ll do anything he asks of me right now, willingly. I lay my head back against the pillow and close my eyes, letting myself relax even further. He kisses my belly just above my sensitive mound. I feel his hands go under me, grabbing onto my ass and lifting me to give him better access. He kisses me there, and suddenly I’m on fire. Electric sparks burn through me, until his tongue lashes out and licks my labia from the bottom up, relieving some of the building heat. Slowly, he begins a circular pattern on my *, leaving me breathless. My hips start to move to meet the rhythm of his tongue. I feel like I’m coming apart underneath him. His hands are the only thing keeping me together.

Victor senses my body accepting the delicious torture he’s inflicting upon me. He moves his left hand from underneath me and splays it across my stomach, holding me down. With his right hand, he opens up my sensitive folds and runs his fingers through my wetness, eliciting a moan from my lips. He thrusts a finger deep inside of me, just as I catch my breath.

“Baby,” I moan, and I can hear him growl in response. He quickens the speed of the delicious assault on my * and inserts a second finger inside of me, moving them in a come hither motion. I tighten my hold on the sheets and try to buck my hips up off of the bed but the hand on my stomach holds me down. Tiny shockwaves start to grow in my belly and I want to move. I need to move but the weight of his hand keeps me prisoner. The feeling starts to build quickly, my legs tightening, my cries becoming more and more frequent and furious. One final thrust of his fingers sends me over the edge, an explosion taking over me. I gasp for air and call his name as the world spins out of control around me.

Slowly I come back down from my high to the feeling of a gentle trail of kisses coming up my body until I feel his lips on mine. Victor lifts his head up. “Look at me, Love,” he whispers. My eyes fluttering open at his command, taking him in when they do. My heart expands in my chest, as my breathing starts to regulate. I can’t take my eyes off of him. His lips curve up into his knee melting smile. The smile that affects me no less profoundly than the first time I saw it. “How do you feel, Baby?”

My hands release their death grip on the sheets and they move up to cup the sides of his face. I pull him down to me and kiss him gently, telling him everything that he needs to know with my lips. Victor’s arms go around my waist, pulling me to him as he breaks the kiss. “I’m glad you liked it, Love,” he says with a chuckle. “Now go to sleep.”

It hits me suddenly that he’s brought me to orgasm twice without anything in return. “What about you?” I ask softly.

“We’ll get to me another day, I promised we’d take it slow, right?”

“I know but…”

“Baby, it’s okay. I’m fine. Just go to sleep.”

“Okay,” I whisper, bringing my hand to his chest and settling into him. He kisses my forehead and slowly I’m drifting again until I fall asleep, for the second night in a row, without a hint of insomnia.