Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,51
cheeks are burning from embarrassment. What the fuck is her problem? “Not that it matters, Victor tends to be very fickle when it comes to women.” What a bitch! I don’t respond. how could I? I’m not about to bear my claws at his mom. I know she’s lying. Victor is anything but fickle. According to him and Rob, he’s had one serious relationship and has not dated all that much since. “I think I’ll make myself some coffee. Would you like one?”
I shake my head. “No, thank you.” She turns on her heels, drops what appears to be a contract and maybe a newspaper clipping at the bar area and makes her coffee.
“You okay, Baby?” Victor comes up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and putting his chin on my shoulder. I was so stunned by what his mother said that I didn’t hear him return.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He kisses my neck and walks me over to bar guiding me onto a stool.
“Ma, what did you need me to look at?”
Mrs. Garza comes back, coffee in hand and picks up the stack of papers she placed on the bar earlier. “I’d feel more comfortable discussing these in your office.”
He rolls his eyes. “Alright, let’s go.” He looks down at me. “This’ll just take a minute, Love.”
“No problem. Do you mind if I check my email on your iPad?”
“I don’t mind.” He kisses the top of my head and follows his mother into his office. I reach over for his iPad, the newspaper clipping his mother dropped is on top of it. I pick both up and take a look at the article. My heart stops when I see a picture of Victor and what looks like a supermodel at a restaurant. I look at the date and, according to this, it was taken just a few days ago.
Romance Rekindled:
Latin Heartthrob Victor Garza was spotted out at a SOHO eatery Tuesday afternoon with his on again off again love and Spanish language television host, Christina Perez.
I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, the anger taking over my body. I freeze for a moment trying to take in what I’m seeing. I turn on Victor’s iPad and Google their names. An endless amount of pictures come up of the two of them together. I carefully inspect the pictures and what strikes me the most is how happy he looks in all of them. As a couple, they look stunning together. The sight of them makes my heart ache. The thought of him with anyone else makes me sick to my stomach. I’m not a jealous person by nature but after looking at this picture, I want to rip Christina Perez to shreds.
I get up, leaving the article and iPad where I found them and run upstairs to Victor’s bedroom. Everything in me is telling me that there’s more to this story than meets the eye. The one thing that I am sure of is that his mother wanted me to see that article. The way she tossed it on the table and then conveniently picked up everything except that. I lie down on his bed and try to regain my composure. Don’t jump to conclusions, Elle. Don’t assume the worst. I keep telling myself that Victor’s been nothing but wonderful to me since we’ve met, and if anything, he’s been the one who’s been open and honest about everything. I’m the one with the secrets. He told me that his last relationship ended a year ago. Christina must be the girl who he told me about, the same girl Rob mentioned. Try as I might to gain control of my emotions, I’m still angry and I can’t explain why.
The door opens and I can feel him in the room before I can see him. He sits on the bed next to me and looks down at me cautiously. “Ellie? What’s wrong?” He can see the anger in my eyes. I hate myself for not being able to rein in my emotions.
I sit up partially so that my upper body is resting on my elbows. “I don’t know. It just seems like anytime I need to find out something important about you, I have to do it from a newspaper article.” My voice is full of venom.
He flinches at my words. “Ugh, I was afraid you saw that. I saw the article on the table when my mom left,” he says closing his eyes and grabbing the bridge