The maid, whose name I later found out to be Katerina, led me to my room and James to his. Katerina knew little to no English but smiled at me anyways. My room was huge. The king-sized bed with bedposts that went all the way to the ceiling was dressed in red and gold linens. The furniture was dark wood while the floors were a light-colored marble. The huge walk-in closet was in a room behind the bed and had a door on either side of the bed for entry. The huge bathroom was on the other end of the room, it had a private water closet for the toilet, a huge clawfoot bathtub, a his and her vanity, and a walk-in shower with a waterfall shower head. It is a gorgeous room.
James’s room was right next to mine. It looked more like a closet. It had a twin size bed, with a nightstand, a dresser, a small closet, and a small bathroom with a toilet, sink, and small stand-up shower. It was definitely “the help’s” room. It made me mad looking at it, is that how they treat their workers? Despicable.
Considering I could not speak Spanish, Jesus sent a maid that could speak English to be my primary maid. Her name was Justentine, but she told me to call her Justice. She unpacked my bags, hanging up my clothes and putting my intimates in the dresser. I don’t know why my things needed to be unpacked as I was only going to be here for a few days, but I did not argue.
Once she was finished, Justice led me to the dining room where there was a display of snack foods and all kinds of juices. James joined me shortly. We ate and laughed, enjoying our time together, it was almost like we were on vacation. Our happiness was quickly interrupted when he walked through the door. Maximo. He was beautiful to look at. He didn’t say anything, just got a drink and a small plate of snacks and left to sit on the patio. He made me nervous, yet he has not even spoke to me.
The patio was decorated with outdoor furniture and lounge chairs. In the middle was a huge pool and to the side was a small hot tub. This house was like a vacation dream.
I decided to sneak off and take a nap. I was rudely awoken by Jesus. He was sitting on the side of my bed. “Fallon, we are going to one of my clubs, be ready in an hour.” Seeing this was not a request and more of a demand, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and got up to take a shower.
The shower was equipped with luxurious soaps and loofahs. I chose the body wash that smelt like sandalwood, vanilla, and coconut. It smelt so dreamy and lathered my skin beautifully.
I dried my hair and decided to let it be wavy tonight, I was not exactly used to the heat down here. I wore a silver dress, it had spaghetti straps, cut off at the upper part of my thighs, and was low-cut exposing the sides of my breast. I paired it with silver high heels that strapped a string all the way up to my lower thigh. I sprayed my perfume at the base of my neck and grabbed my clutch. James met me at the door, he kissed the side of my neck and took in my smell. “You look and smell beautiful, baby.” He gave me a soft smile. Down the hall Jesus yelled for us to come along. We hopped into a black limo and headed out of the gate towards his club.