We left for Florida super early on Friday morning. I was busy at work all week and didn’t have time to pack so I stayed up late on Thursday night throwing bathing suits and heels in my carry on. When my alarm went off on Friday morning I seriously thought about skipping the trip and sleeping. Then I thought about the sun and beach and that got me out of bed.
We rented a car and drove about an hour from the airport to Brady’s grandparents’ house. It was freaking amazing. Apparently his grandparents were both doctors before they retired to Florida and bought this 8,000 square foot, 7 bedroom, 6 bathroom mega mansion with a pool that overlooked the beach. I’m not sure of the exact specs, but those are my estimates. We had to go through an elaborate gate and down a long drive way to get to the ridiculous Mediterranean style house. It reminded me of the fake decoy house they use on Keeping Up With The Kardashians.
“This is your grandparents’ house?” I asked, impressed.
“Mmhm,” Brady said and we grabbed our bags and went inside.
The inside was even more beautiful. It was all tile and marble and mahogany and spacious. When you first walk in there’s a wall of windows that overlooks the pool which has a lot of palm trees behind it but beyond the trees you can kind of see the ocean. There was a second floor wroght iron balcony, expensive looking lighting fixtures everywhere and Spanish style furniture and decor. I immediately wanted to know who the interior designer was and where everything came from.
“So yeah, this is it,” Brady said and at that exact moment a girl came walking out of the kitchen. She was wearing a traditional black and white maid outfit, but I don’t think she was any older than me. She was Hispanic and really, really pretty despite the awful getup.
“Is this a joke?” I turned to Brady and asked, but he was already greeting her.
“Hola,” he said and she seemed surprised to see him.
“Hola! Hi, Mr. Brady,” she said shyly and giggled like a little girl.
“Reese, this is Daniela,” Brady said and told Daniela my name as well. I stuck out my hand to shake hers and she kind of almost bowed to me.
Brady and Daniela had a conversation in Spanish while I stood there. She couldn’t stop smiling and blushing at him and it was actually kind of adorable. Then she turned and headed back toward the kitchen and Brady informed me that she was making us lunch.
“Your grandparents have a maid?” I asked as we picked up our stuff and headed up the stairs.
“Yeah, they have to have a housekeeper to take care of the property since they travel a lot,” Brady explained.
“But she’s like my age. And why do they make her wear that costume? I don’t like that,” I said.
Brady shrugged and led us into the room we would be staying in. “I usually stay here,” he told me.
The room had a bed on the back wall that was situated in between bay windows, there was a tray ceiling with two ceiling fans, a little TV mounted on one wall, mahogany wood built ins and a marble floor. It was ridiculous. There was an attached bathroom that was equally ridiculous so naturally I went in to take a shower and some selfies. By the time I got out, it was time to eat. Daniela had a mini feast set up for us at the little breakfast nook, but I could see a very formal dining room on the other side of glass doors.
Brady and Daniela had a conversation while she served us. She was all giggly and blushy and I could tell Brady was being overly nice to her. She sat a plate in front of me that consisted of a flatbread sandwich and a small salad.
“Gracias,” I said and she like curtsied and ran away. I felt really bad about her having to be our slave. I told Brady.
“It’s okay. She’s paid well and gets to live here for free. She doesn’t have much family anyway,” he explained.
“That’s sad. Where are they?” I asked.
He shrugged. “She’s fine. Don’t worry. Just be nice to her.”
“Well, of course I’ll be nice. Am I ever mean?” I said, offended.
“No, I’m just reminding you.”
After lunch, I wanted to hit the pool even though it was kind of cloudy. We changed into our bathing suits, had Daniela make us alcoholic beverages and went outside. We just hung out drinking and treading the water and talking. Besides faintly hearing people on the beach, it was really private and quiet and I didn’t want to ever leave. Well until my drink was gone and I was soggy from the water. We got out and lounged on the pool chairs enjoying the warm weather.
I was almost asleep when I felt Brady’s hand on my thigh. I glanced at him and his eyes were closed.
“Come here,” he said and I quickly obliged, straddling him in the chair.
“I love it here,” I told him.
“Me too,” Brady agreed with his eyes still closed.
I started kissing his neck and that made him wake up. Eventually, he got hard and said, “You’re sexy.”
I grinned. That was not a Brady thing to say at all, but I liked it. I pulled his dick out of his shorts and pushed my bikini bottom to the side so we could have sex in the pool chair. It was really quiet out there and neither of us said anything. We just had quiet, slow sex.
“Can Daniela see us?” I asked suddenly, realizing that there were huge windows behind us.
“Who cares?” Brady said and since he didn’t care, I didn’t either.
After that we went upstairs and napped then woke up and showered and got ready to go to the bar. I put on a little printed romper and Converse because we were on vacation and I needed to be comfy. I didn’t even bother putting on makeup.
We ended up getting pretty drunk though. Some things never change plus we were on vacation so might as well right? We took a cab back to the house (resort?) then proceeded to tear up the kitchen making nachos.
On Saturday morning, I woke up completely naked in the bed next to Brady. He was already up and sitting with his glasses on and looking at his phone. Baby looked so adorable.
“Hi,” I greeted him sleepily.
“Hey. Sleep well?” he asked.
“Mmhm,” I nodded. “I feel like I’m at a resort.”
“It does feel that way sometimes,” he agreed, putting his phone down. We small talked for a while until Brady insisted on going down on me. Obviously I let him because he’s so amazing at it. Since we were alone (besides Daniela I guess?) I didn’t feel like I needed to be quiet or anything. I was really, really close and practically on another planet when Brady suddenly got up.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, about to throw a tantrum for him leaving me hanging like that.
Then I heard a woman’s voice shout/sing, “Helloooooo? Who’s here?”
“Who is that? I thought your grandparents were traveling,” I said.
“They are. I think it’s my aunt,” Brady said. He swung the door open even though he was just in shorts and I was completely naked on the bed.
“Brady!” I heard the woman call from downstairs. “Come down here right now and give me a hug!”
Brady returned to the room. “Come on, get dressed and meet my aunt.”
I got up. “Can I like brush my teeth first? I look like shit.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Brady said, pulling a shirt over his head.
I found a pair of shorts and put them on with a hoodie and followed Brady out. A really tan woman with blonde hair and huge sunglasses on was waiting in the foyer. She was wearing a yellow sundress, wedges and a huge white Tory Burch bag. She reminded me of my mother which I found strange because she’s Brady’s mom’s sister (who is nothing like my mom). Brady and the lady hugged.
“This is my Aunt Katherine,” Brady told me.
“Kat,” she corrected him and shook my hand. “I’ve never met you before!”
“I’m Reese,” I said.
Daniela walked in to greet Aunt Kat, but Aunt Kat was so concerned with me that she ignored her.
“Brady, your mother didn’t tell me you were coming this weekend. We would have let you have a romantic weekend alone,” Kat said.
“It’s okay. We don’t mind,” he replied.
The front door opened and two blonde boys walked in. One was younger with a baseball cap on and the other was a teenager and was struggling to roll in the suitcases and carry all the luggage. Brady rushed over to help.
“These are my boys, Roper and Emerson,” Kat told me and affectionately watched the boys struggle with the luggage.
“Oh, cute,” I said. With those kinds of names, they have no choice but to grow up to be assholes.
“Boys, come meet your cousin’s girlfriend,” Kat called to them and I was kind of embarrassed.
Roper and Emerson ran over and Kat introduced me. In unison they said, “Hi, Miss Reese,” and she nodded proudly like she was trying to show off how well behaved her children are.
“Have you two eaten? Brady, go find the lady and tell her that the boys will have tuna salad sandwiches and I’ll have sliced cucumber with pepper and salt,” Kat said.
Brady nodded and walked off and she looked at me like, “See how well he listens?”
“Reese, have you met my sister and my brother-in-law?” Kat asked and it seemed kind of out of nowhere.
“I have,” I replied.
“Hmm. She hasn’t mentioned you so I wasn’t sure. Either way, so glad to meet you!”
Yikes. Way to make me feel small. I smiled and nodded. Kat sent the boys up to put the luggage in the room then she headed toward the kitchen so I followed her. Brady and Daniela were standing at the counter talking and Kat sat down at the nook, waiting to be served. I sat across from her.
“What do you do, Reese?” she asked me.
“I work in product development,” I said then proceeded to describe my job in detail when she just looked at me expectantly. When I was finished, Kat just stared at me like she had no idea what I said or didn’t care. So I said, “What about you?”
“My ex husband is a surgeon,” she said proudly as if that explained anything.
Kat just nodded and I felt like I needed to continue talking. “What kind of surgeries does he do?”
“Lap band and weight loss procedures. Not plastic or cosmetic surgery if that’s what you want to know,” she laughed softly.
Shade? I know I had just rolled out of bed, but did I look like I needed plastic surgery? Bitch.
Brady joined us at the table and we heard the two boys come barreling in.
“Boys, did you wash your hands?” Kat demanded.
“Yes, Mom,” they said in unison.
She smiled proudly. Daniela brought the food – what Kat requested and tacos for Brady and me.
We began eating in silence then Kat asked, “Will we be receiving a wedding invite from you two soon?”
“Aunt Kat,” Brady groaned like she was being ridiculous. I smiled happily.
“Just don’t run off and get married without telling anyone like your crazy brother. How is he anyway?”
“Excuse me? Miss?” Kat called to Daniela, but Daniela didn’t hear her so Kat started snapping her fingers. Daniela rushed over. “Reese and I will have white wine and the boys will take apple juice. Brady?”
“Water, please,” Brady said.
I don’t know how Kat knows I’m an alcoholic, but I was grateful for the wine. She asked Brady about his parents and work and then she said, “Brady, what is that on your neck?”
Kat leaned across the table for a better look and I turned to look too. He had the smallest little hickey peeking out of the collar of his shirt. You could barely see it.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brady answered, rubbing his neck and turning red.
Kat grinned at me with wide eyes like this was the closest thing she’s gotten to action in years. I smiled back.
After we ate, Daniela cleared the table and Kat announced that they were going to the beach. She invited us to come and I could tell Brady was going to decline, but I was nodding. We hadn’t been to the beach yet and I wanted to go.
“Sure, we’ll go for a little bit,” he answered.
I went and changed into my most modest bikini because I didn’t want expose the little boys to T and A yet. We got down to the beach and set up towels and an umbrella for Kat (because clearly that tan was not authentic). I oiled up and laid back ready to get dark. Brady laid next to me for a little bit until the boys begged him to play with them. Brady told us he would be back then he actually went to go play with them. It was cute.
I was baking in the sun and almost fell asleep when Kat said, “How long have you been together?”
“Almost a year,” I realized out loud. We had a small little break, but I can’t believe it’s been that long already.
“And you’re just having fun?” she continued.
“What do you mean?”
“Brady seemed to clam up when I mentioned a wedding. Is that not a realistic expectation for you two?”
“I mean, not right now,” I said. I was starting to feel really put on the spot. “Eventually, I hope.”
“Was my sister nice to you?” Kat asked and for a moment I didn’t understand what she meant.
I nodded. Brady’s mom has never been overly nice to me, but she’s also not mean either.
“She’s very protective of her boys. I’m the same way. That’s why I asked.”
I didn’t know how to respond to this so there was silence. Then I asked, “Are you close?”
“We are ten years apart and honestly, we’re very different. But she was a great role model to have growing up. She’s quite inspiring. I wouldn’t say that we are extremely close, but I love having her to look up to,” Kat said. I think this was the most authentic thing she’d said all day.
“I don’t know if she likes me,” I said, suddenly feeling like I could be honest. “Any tips to get on her good side?”
Kat turned and looked at me through her (Prada) sunglasses (I had the same ones and my mom stole them). “Be yourself, Reese. She’s a wonderful judge of character so if you’re putting on a big fake show for her, she is going to know.”
I don’t feel like I’ve been fake with Brady’s mom. Maybe just a bit aloof which may have put her off even more. But I nodded and said okay. Kat and I continued talking and I found that she was really easy to talk to. She told me about her divorce and I told her about my parents and she was not judgmental about it at all. After a while, Brady came back and we decided that we were going to walk around. We got dressed and told Kat we would see them at the house later.
There was a strip of restaurants, bars and shops so naturally Brady and I went into a bar and got margaritas. We were being super sweet and affectionate to each other. I love when we get like that. After the bar, we walked down the strip and went into a few of the boutiques. I got another bathing suit because that’s exactly what I needed and a pair of sunglasses. Then we came upon a fine jewelry store. I insisted we go in.
The salesman asked what we were looking for and I told him to just let us look. Obviously I wanted to look at all the engagement rings and try some on. I slowly walked around the display cases until I found them. Aha! I stopped and peered at all the beautiful rings through the glass.
“You, engaged?” the middle eastern man asked, pointing back and forth between Brady and me. Brady said no before I could even open my mouth. I pouted. I thought it would be fun to pretend to be engaged, but whatever.
“Can I try this one on?” I asked, pointing to a pretty ring that wasn’t really my style.
“Sure,” my middle eastern friend told me. He opened the case and slid the ring on my finger and I was in love.
“You can customize it,” he told Brady. “Any diamond you want.”
“I want this diamond in a different setting,” I announced. “I want something dainty with a humongous diamond. What can you suggest?”
The sales guy’s face lit up. “I have one for you!” He scurried to the back storage room and I couldn’t help thinking about how easy it would have been to run off with the ring he let me try on. Is that bad? My friend came back two seconds later and said, “You will like it. Big diamond, small band. Perfect for your pretty little finger.”
“Show me!” I squealed. He opened a little black box and a huge diamond blinded me. The guy took it out of the box and replaced the old tiny ring with the new beautiful huge one. There was a ridiculously large cushion cut diamond with a halo, two smaller diamonds flanking it and a thin band of tiny diamonds. LOVE.
I turned and looked at Brady and he was standing far away looking super uncomfortable and ready to leave.
“Four carat center and sixty diamonds in total.”
“We’ll take it!” I announced.
“$45,000, okay? I will custom make it just for you, dear. Whatever you want.”
“Okay!” I nodded eagerly.
“Reese, no,” Brady finally cut in.
I scoffed at him. “Why not? You make that much in like a week.”
“I don’t want to do this right now,” he said.
I pouted and looked at the ring. I’m trying to be more mature and more considerate so that meant I probably shouldn’t push it. After one last look, I took the ring off and handed it back to the sales guy. “Nevermind!”
He looked like even he was surprised by how easily I gave up.
“$40,000 for you, dear. Engagement ring and wedding band.”
I didn’t dare look at Brady even though my friend was obviously cutting us a deal.
“No, it’s okay. Thanks so much though! I’ll send all my friends here!” I headed out the door and Brady followed me. There was an ice cream shop a few doors down and I wanted to go in a get a cone. We took our cones to a bench and ate them in silence. Usually I feel like I need to fill silences and start talking, but I was too busy thinking. Aunt Kat was right – Brady did get all weird whenever marriage was mentioned. Maybe he’s afraid of commitment.
“I’m glad the sun is out today,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence. Of course he wasn’t going to mention what just happened. But I was. I’m sick of always wondering what he’s thinking.
“Did that make you uncomfortable?” I asked.
“The jewelry store. The engagement rings…”
Brady shrugged. “No, we just haven’t discussed it so I was caught off guard.”
“We haven’t discussed it,” I repeated, trying not to sound irritated. We have discussed it and he said I could pick out any ring I want. We may have been drunk, but I know what he said.
“There’s a lot we need to figure out before we do that. I don’t want to rush into anything just because you see a pretty ring,” Brady explained like I am four years old.
I sat there and licked my cone feeling dumb. The top ice cream scoop fell off my cone and hit the ground, beginning to melt almost immediately. I felt Brady watching me and he was probably wondering when my tantrum would start.
“Do you want another one?” he asked finally.
I shook my head. “No, this is fine. I probably didn’t need that extra scoop anyway.”
After we ate our ice cream, we went back to the resort and showered then napped. We woke up and fooled around for a little bit before Brady suggested we go watch a movie because the house had a home theater, of course.
Just when we got set up in the theater room watching American Sniper, the older of the two boys, Roper, came barging in.
“What are you guys watching? Is this American Sniper? I want to watch,” he said, flopping on one of the empty couches.
“Yes, it’s American Sniper,” Brady answered.
“What are you guys doing under that blanket?” he asked, eyeing us suspiciously. I had my legs draped over Brady’s lap and we were under a blanket so maybe to an immature sixteen year old it looked like he was feeling me up or something. Which, even if he was, was none of Roper’s sixteen year old business.
“Roper, does your mommy know you’re up here?” I asked sweetly.
“Who cares? I do whatever the fuck I want,” he scoffed and it was a compete 180 from the polite kid I met that morning.
“I don’t think your mother would like you using that kind of language,” I pointed out.
“My mom isn’t my boss!” Roper snapped. “I’m not a little kid. Did you take a hater pill this morning?”
I laughed because that was seriously so stupid. I wanted to ask if he took an annoying pill, but decided against it.
“Ro, do you want to hang out after the movie?” Brady asked.
“No, I’ll just stay here and watch,” he answered and kicked his feet up and rested his hands behind his head.
We watched for about six minutes before Roper started talking and being annoying again. Every time we would point out that we were trying to watch a movie, he would say, “Okay, okay, sorry. But wait – blah, blah, blah…” I wanted to lock him in a cage. Have I mentioned how much I hate children and teenagers?
After the movie, we finally got rid of him and retired to our room for the evening. On Sunday morning I woke up looking to snuggle with my boo, but I couldn’t feel him in the bed. I opened my eyes and saw that he wasn’t there. The bathroom light wasn’t on so I knew he wasn’t in there either. I figured he’d be back soon, but after about ten minutes I decided to go find him and some food. I got dressed and went downstairs then followed soft voices I heard in the kitchen.
Brady was sitting on a stool in front of the kitchen counter and Daniela was on the other side cooking or something. He didn’t have a shirt on and it looked like he was drinking coffee or tea or something.
“Hola,” I said and they both turned to look at me. I walked and sat on the stool next to Brady.
“Good morning. What do you want for breakfast?” Brady asked me.
“You,” I said sweetly.
He laughed and I said, “What are you doing? Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You were sleeping so peacefully.”
Daniela said something to Brady in Spanish and they began talking and laughing and I wished I’d paid more attention to Spanish in high school because I felt left out. She made us pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice and I asked if there was any tequila. Brady informed me that it was too early for tequila, but I reminded him that we were on vacation. Daniela brought the tequila and I put some in both of our drinks.
Kat and the brats came down while we were eating.
“Good morning, you two!” she greeted us. She was wearing sunglasses, white shorts and a tank top that showed off her obvious fake tits.
“Hi Kat!” I said back.
“Where’s the woman? We are starving! Boys? What do you want for breakfast?” Kat asked. Daniela appeared and Kat ordered breakfast like she was at a restaurant. Daniela scurried off to make their food.
“What’s her name? Is she the one we’ve always had?” Kat asked.
“Daniela? Yeah, she’s been around for a while. We had her grandmother before she passed away, remember?” Brady said.
“Oh, right. Daniela? Hold the cheese on my omelet, do you understand?” Kat said then looked back at Brady. “Does she not know English? She’s putting cheese in my omelet and I told her not to!”
Brady called Daniela and explained the cheese misunderstanding and she said sorry over and over again and started blushing. Brady told us he was going to put clothes on.
“I swear having her is almost more difficult than just doing everything ourselves,” Kat mumbled and walked over to the breakfast nook. I didn’t like how ungrateful she was being and I knew if she actually had to cook and clean up after herself, she would probably have an aneurysm.
After breakfast, Kat and I went out to the pool to bake and drink mimosas. She decided to tell me more about her divorce and how men are always looking for the next youngest, hottest thing. And that I needed to maintain my appearance if I didn’t want Brady to stray. Seriously, she said that.
“I mean, you saw how he was acting around the girl. I assure you, if a man finds a woman who is pretty and can captivate his attention, he will pursue her. Brady is such a great boy, but he’s no different,” Kat said.
“I think Brady is just really nice,” I said defensively.
“And do you know who takes advantage of niceness? Women.”
I really didn’t want to continue talking about Brady potentially cheating on me with the housekeeper so I asked Kat to tell me how she raised such well behaved boys. She went into this long spiel about private school and discipline and I almost fell asleep. Eventually I decided to go find Brady so I went upstairs to our room. I heard him talking and even though I thought I was above eavesdropping, I tiptoed outside the door so I could hear who he was talking to.
“I told you, Aunt Katherine doesn’t mind. Yeah. It’s fine,” he was saying. “Bye.”
I walked in and saw him sitting on the bed with his phone.
“Heyyyy,” I said, jumping on the bed next to him. “Who was on the phone?”
“My mom. Thinks I should have told her we were coming because apparently we are disturbing Aunt Kat’s weekend,” he explained.
“This house is big enough for all of us to stay comfortably,” I said.
Brady agreed. Then we had sex and got ready to go to the airport. Aunt Kat gave us hugs and told me it was such a pleasure meeting me and hoped to see me again. I think she actually liked me!
Florida was fun. It makes me want to work really hard so I can retire and buy a multimillion dollar mansion and hire a housekeeper to live with me and do my dirty work. Hope everyone had a fun weekend!