Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,37
him, for me to muddle it up with my negative thoughts. “So what would you do then, if you retire?”
“I can stop performing and stay in the business. Remember how I told you and Jordan that my favorite part of the process is being in the recording studio?” I nod my reply. “Well, I could do that. I can write and produce for other artists. It’s something that I already do now, occasionally.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, actually my brother Alex is really good at it too. We’ve been talking about opening up our own studio somewhere and focusing on that aspect of the business.”
“But your mom would freak out?”
“I don’t care. My mom always has an opinion but she should know by now that she can manage my career but she doesn’t get to run my life. If she wants to stay in the business, she can find another person to manage.”
I get now what he was trying to tell my family. He fully intends to resolve the craziness that surrounds him. He’s looking for the one thing that’s been missing from his life for so many years; a sense of normalcy. He wants to set roots, settle down and have a family. For the first time in such a very long time, I want the same thing, but the thought of taking such a big risk scares me. I can feel the walls of my defenses locking into place. Victor feels it too.
“Uh uh,” he says, shaking his head, “don’t you tense up on me. None of this is happening tomorrow. There’s a long road ahead and we have plenty of time to decide together if you’re gonna be a part of that road or not.”
I start to relax. “How do you do that?”
“How do I do what?”
“Know when I’m in my head, and how to calm me down.”
He strokes my cheek. “I can see it in your eyes. The light starts to dim, then your body gets tense.”
“Do you think you want me to be a part of that road with you?” I’m scared to hear the answer but I need to know.
“I think I do. There’s something happening here, and you can deny it, you can run from it but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there. We owe it to ourselves to see where it goes, don’t you think?”
His words penetrate and my body starts to melt into his again. My arms circle around his waist. “I want to.”
“Then let’s just take it one day at a time, like we’ve been doing, okay?”
“Okay,” I reply.
He gets up, pulling me up with him. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he says, as he leads me back through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Victor releases my hand, walks over to the shower, slides the glass door open and turns on the water. The sound of my heart pounding is getting louder in my ears. I struggle to contain the urge to run. What is he doing? He turns to face me, a wicked grin on his face as he takes off his shirt and tosses it on the ground, landing right in front of my feet. I look down at the discarded piece of clothing, the sight of it makes my face blush. Before I can look up, his pajama pants join the lonely shirt, creating a pile on the floor.
My head shoots up before he can take anything else off but it’s too late, he’s not wearing any underwear. My eyes go wide and my mouth drops opens in shock. My gaze drops down almost instinctively to take in the view of his swollen package. I try not to, but my mind takes in the impressive size and girth, the sight of it sending a rush of liquid racing through my traitorous body. He’s perfect. In case I had any doubt before, my mind can be put to rest. Every single part of this man’s body is just beautiful. I force myself to look away, his eyes on me and a shit eating grin on his face. “Like what you see?”
“What the hell are you doing?” He turns his back to me, giving me a prime view of his perfect ass. Suddenly, I’m thinking seriously impure thoughts.
“I’m taking a shower.”
“And this requires my presence, why?”
“Cause I’m hoping you’ll get your pretty little ass in here with me.”
Oh my God, I really wanna get in the shower with him but the prude in me is putting up a fight.