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“Wait until you see the rest of it,” he mutters.
Oh, boy.
Yep, he really wants to show off to the small town barista.
The main foyer of the gated mansion has a staircase sweeping up under a silver chandelier. It keeps with the Mediterranean aesthetic outside – all marble flooring and wooden panels. Back windows face on to a glittering view of Los Angeles. I simply stand there in the opulence and blush at how amazing this place is.
Yeah, it’s nothing like my apartment back home...
The main thing that catches my eye, however, are the framed posters of classic movies that line the walls. Victor has filled his home with them. Movies are clearly something he really deeply cares about, and it shows.
There are even pieces of memorabilia for famous flicks on display around the place. A cabinet with a sword from a big blockbuster fantasy movie. A gun from a classic Western. A suit from a sixties romance behind glass. I take my time to look at each one.
This kind of stuff is way more impressive to me than some big fancy mansion.
“You collect all this stuff?” I ask Victor as I scan around the room.
I notice he’s been watching me this entire time from the staircase.
“Yes,” he says curtly. “Want to see the guest bedroom?”
He doesn’t really want to talk about it.
Why, though? Does he think it makes him uncool to have such a passion for something? I would think a love for something is a very attractive trait.
“Sure, let’s have a look. Lead the way.”
I follow him upstairs. He reveals a grand room with a giant bed.
“This is where you can stay,” he tells me. “It has an ensuite and everything you might want after a long flight.”
“Thank you, Victor.”
“No problem.”
“I bet there’s been a lot of girls who have stayed in this room over the years,” I remark, with just a hint of cheekiness.
“I never let girls come over here,” Victor replies bluntly. “This is my own private space. I usually just hire a hotel suite.”
“Oh, so you are a playboy, see?”
Victor just smiles softly before he walks away to give me some privacy.
He suddenly seems aloof now, and that’s made me feel uncertain.
I can’t figure him out.
I head over to the bed. True to what Victor told me in the car, my luggage sits on top of the sheets, ready for me to unpack. I head into the ensuite and take my time to have a nice shower. Like the rest of Victor’s mansion, the ensuite is gorgeous. He really has an eye for interior design.
I let the hot water run down my back as I think about the actor and all the craziness that has happened today. The plane. The sports car. The mansion. It’s all totally foreign to me.
Coming here, to his impressive place in Los Angeles and experiencing his mode of travel has made this fake relationship become a hell of a lot more real.
It isn’t just signing some document on my break at the coffee shop - there’s no turning back now.
And now I have to ask myself the question...
What am I doing here?
