Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,44
to say. I’m special to him? I guess if I really consider the entirety of the last couple of weeks, Victor certainly treats me like I’m something special. He’s caring, kind, thoughtful and romantic. Brian wasn’t the ‘make you feel special’ kind of guy. He was the ‘give you just enough of himself to keep you coming back for more while sucking you dry’ kind of guy. If I took the time to sit down and compare the two, they are night and day. The time I’ve spent with Victor just makes me question my choices in the past even more. Was I that naïve? That stupid that I would let someone into my life who never had my best intentions at heart?
“Would you like to hear the radio?” Rob questions. Breaking my train of thought.
“Do you have anything by Victor? I’ve never actually heard him sing.”
“Sure thing.”
For the rest of the ride, Victor’s voice infiltrates the sound system in the car. I don’t understand a word he’s singing but I still love it. I can feel his emotions as he sings, hear the passion. I understand why he’s so beloved, why someone would stand on line for hours just to get a glimpse of him. His heart comes out in his music and it transcends language.
Rob pulls up in front of a beautiful building in the Tribeca section of the city. He grabs my bag from the trunk and opens my door. “Let’s get you upstairs,” he says, in a no nonsense voice. I follow him up the sidewalk as the doorman lets us in the building. We walk across the stunning lobby and ride the elevator to the top floor penthouse. When the elevator doors open, the smile that greets me melts me to the core.
Victor is waiting for me. I’ve never met someone who could make sweatpants and a plain, white t-shirt look so good. “Hi, Babe.” He grabs my hand, pulls me into his side and kisses my forehead. Rob hands him my bag and stays on the elevator. “I’m gonna go move the car. Call me if you need me.”
Victor nods. “Thanks, man.”
I offer him my thanks. “Bye, Rob. Thank you.”
“Good night, Elle.” He presses the button for the lobby and the doors close.
Victor pulls me into a hug and kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue. His proximity makes me drunk with desire. “Welcome to my place,” he whispers as he pulls away. “I’m happy that you’re here.”
“I’m happy to be here,” I say, and I mean it. I’m coming to realize that I’m just happy in general when he’s around.
Pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, he says. “Sorry I had to send Rob for you. Was that okay?”
“Yeah, it was good. He’s really nice, scary as hell, but nice.”
This makes him chuckle. “He can be a little intimidating, huh? But he’s a good guy. Come on, you want the tour?”
“Yes, this place looks huge.” Victor leads me through a large, open living room accented with hard wood floors, white area rug and plush, brown leather couches. Against the wall is a large entertainment center that houses a massive flat screen TV. Off to the right of the living room is a large bar with four stools that separates the living room and the kitchen.
“This kitchen was renovated not too long ago,” he says, leading me into the gorgeous space. It’s equipped with top-of-the-line stainless steel appliances, including a wine refrigerator, mahogany cabinets, granite countertops and a beautiful, mosaic glass tile backsplash. Adjacent to the kitchen is the dining room, which houses a large rectangular table that would seat around ten people comfortably.
“There’s a half bath through that door, and to your left is my office, which I’ll show you later. Come on, I’ll show you upstairs.” I follow him up a spiral staircase to the top floor. He leads me down the hall to what appears to be a bedroom.
“This is one of my spare bedrooms,” he says, opening the door to a spacious room. A full size bed sits in the center with a matching nightstand and dresser. “That door is the second bedroom. It’s exactly like this one,” he says, pointing to a door across the hall. “I’ll show you my room so we can put your bag down.” The mention of his room makes my heart beat faster. It’s not like I thought we’d be in separate rooms or anything but sharing a bed with him is