This part is a real "house of cards" of handsome men! Your story is very engaging. Here is the translation:
Translation: A House Full of Sins
"So, how do you two know each other?" Edward asked with a playful look toward Bruno, and right then I realized they probably already knew what I was about to say.
"We met yesterday... at a nightclub," I said, pulling the cup of milk away from my lips.
"Never seen each other before, huh?" Dakota asked while chewing.
"Not that I recall." Man, if I had ever seen Bruno before, I definitely wouldn't forget. Is it even possible to forget?
"And even so, you got into a stranger's car. You shouldn't do that, Theo, it's dangerous," Edward said.
I nodded. I need to leave the country immediately.
"How old are you, Theoany?" Dakota asked, and for a brief second, I looked at Bruno and saw a certain curiosity in his eyes too.
For a second, a question hung over me. Two of Bruno's brothers were named Stuart, but Edward was also Bruno's brother and his last name was Lawrence. Maybe they are half-brothers.
"Please, you can call me Theo, and I'm twenty—how old are you guys?" I threw the question back at everyone.
"I'm twenty-two," Bruno said. "I'm twenty-two as well," Edward added. "I'm twenty-five," Kyle said. "And I'm twenty-one," said Dakota.
So, Kyle was the oldest.
"Is it just the four of you living here? This house is huge."
"No," Edward said. "There are six of us. Two more are missing, but they haven't woken up yet," Dakota finished.
There were more beauties like them, and they were still sleeping.
...
After we finished breakfast—with the men asking me random questions and me responding in an upbeat way—I got lost for a moment while Dakota was sharing a memory from kickboxing class, just admiring these four men. They were so handsome it felt like a sin for them to exist.
But you've never seen Chace's brothers. I don't understand how parents make children who are walking visual sins.
Bruno nudged my arm to get my attention. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yes... I think my sister might be worried, I should head back now."
"Already?" I heard an annoyed huff from across the table; it was Dakota.
"Yes, I haven't been able to talk to her yet. She must be very worried."
"Alright." He stood up, and I stood up too.
"Let's grab your things. We'll be right back," he said over his shoulder to his brothers.
In the hallway, he asked if I could find my way back to the room I was in. I said yes, and before I went upstairs, he mentioned he was going to get something from the office and vanished from my sight.
I reached the room, packed my bag, found a plastic bag near the bathroom, and put my clothes from yesterday inside.
With everything ready, I headed downstairs. I was almost at the bottom, cell phone in hand, trying to send a message to Weza to calm her worried heart, when I bumped into someone. I nearly fell down the last few steps, but in one swift motion, I was saved from the floor by a pair of strong arms that caught me.
When I opened my eyes, I met the deepest black eyes I had ever seen. He was taller than all the other guys; he reminded me of Theo James, but with messy, wavy hair—and this probable brother of Bruno's had dimples.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a husky voice, which meant he had just woken up.
I shook my head no. Not because I wasn't okay—I didn't even fall thanks to him, of course—but because I couldn't believe I was looking at a being so... so... just forget it.
"You're not okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked with a worried expression.
"What? No, no, I'm fine, really fine, very well thank you, I am so sorry, really so sorry, I'm so clumsy, My God, I apologize from the bottom of my heart," I started with my paranoia. "I shouldn't be walking down the stairs with my phone in my hand, I was distracted, it was completely my fault, I don't even know why I never look where I'm going, I'm so silly, I've always got my head in the clouds, that's exactly why I ended up here, in this huge house, full of handsome strangers who shouldn't even exist, and I think I've already talked too much, but still, I'm very distracted. My God, why won't I shut up? I'm so sorry, this definitely won't happen again, because if it does, I'll probably fall since you won't be there to catch me again, and sorry again, I'm shutting up now," I said hurriedly.
His expression softened, and he laughed.
And wow, how can someone's smile be so captivating and beautiful? Every single person in this house is blessed.
Just as he was about to speak, the last beauty (I assume) appeared from behind him, rubbing his eyes.
"Ty, did you mess with my stuff? I know I brought something important with me yesterday, but I don't see my..." He stopped talking when he looked at me. And let me just say, he was charming like the others—grey eyes, hair in a very strong black tone that was also kind of curly. Like Bruno, he didn't have any tattoos or piercings, at least none I could see.
"Good morning, beauty," he said to me, then turned to the other beauty in front of me.
"Did you bring someone home? When did that happen?"
And once again, just as the owner of the arms still holding me was about to speak, Bruno appeared.
Let the beauty speak, for the love of God!
"Theo, not yet..." And when he saw the strong arms around me, in one quick motion, I was in Bruno's arms and no longer in beauty number five's.
Well, my day seemed to be full of interesting events.