going to pry into his life. “So what’s your family like? You know when I first saw you I thought that you were Italian or something. You look very European.” he runs his fingers along the surface of the table as he thinks of his reply.
“My family is perfect on the outside and your half right. My mother is Spanish.” he says in a deep tone. I am getting the feeling that he has issues and secrets of his own. I part my lips to reply, but I pause as he begins to talk again. “My Mother and Father live in Beverly Hills. They have the perfect house, perfect lifestyle and all the toys to match. But none of that makes them happy. My sister Katia had the right idea. She moved three years ago to Madrid. She is a fashion designer and she’s married to a hot-shot lawyer. Katia didn’t want to stick around and watch our family disintegrate. All the money in world doesn’t make you happy.” I’m stunned at how honest he’s being. He has just opened up to me about his family. I don’t know how to respond.
“Do you see much of your sister?” I instantly regret my choice of words. I could have answered with an opinion; instead I opted to answer with a question. Why am I so stupid? I begin to feel nervous; I am not used to a guy opening up to me like this. My last relationship was filled with secrets and lies. We never talked about anything. We just did crazy things to pass the time. I am not used to being around a guy who isn’t Brandon. I don’t know how to react around Mr Wilde, because Brandon has scarred me in me so many ways. I want to act cool and give him advice and talk about his family, but I just don’t know how to. And that’s exactly why I can’t get close to him. I can’t develop feelings for him. Brandon made my heart race and my temper rise all at the same time. Mr Wilde has the same effect on me. I can’t go back to my old ways. I sacrificed everything to move here. I can’t let my hardest efforts be for nothing. I have come too far to go back to being the old Ashley.
“Not really, she doesn’t visit very often.” I nod at his reply and then I start to shift around in my seat. He notices that I am nervous. So he quickly asks me what’s wrong. “Are you okay?” I smile at him.
“Yeah I’m good. Do you wanna get out of here, Mr Wilde?” he presses his eyebrows together as he takes a handful of dollars out of his pocket. He sets the money down onto the table and he offers me his hand as he stands. I politely refuse his offer and he shakes his head at me. I pretend not to notice his reaction, as I march in the direction of the exit. I step out into the hot street and I wait for him to follow me. He steps out and he instantly pulls his sunglasses down from his hair and places them onto his face. I squint my eyes at the brightness and he laughs at me.
“We gotta get you some shades.” I smile as I agree with him. He leads me to his car and as always , he holds the door open for me. I jump into his car and I feel like screaming at myself as he pulls the car out of the lot. Why did he have to be my music producer? Why does God want to punish me by forcing me to be around him? He is the one thing that could break my dreams and yet he is the one person that I need the most. I need him to guide me and help me with my music. I can’t achieve my dreams without him, but the more time that I spend with him, the more distracted I’m going to get. He is going to push me and force me to open up to him. He isn’t going to settle for just being my colleague. Every time that he looks at me, I can see that he has deeper feelings for me than he lets on. I just don’t know what to do for the best. I love music and this is a massive opportunity for me. But am I strong enough to resist him? Love has ruined me in the past. I don’t trust that it won’t do the same again. I am terrified of going to back to being the girl that I used to be. She was wild yet submissive. I let Brandon hurt me in so many
“My family is perfect on the outside and your half right. My mother is Spanish.” he says in a deep tone. I am getting the feeling that he has issues and secrets of his own. I part my lips to reply, but I pause as he begins to talk again. “My Mother and Father live in Beverly Hills. They have the perfect house, perfect lifestyle and all the toys to match. But none of that makes them happy. My sister Katia had the right idea. She moved three years ago to Madrid. She is a fashion designer and she’s married to a hot-shot lawyer. Katia didn’t want to stick around and watch our family disintegrate. All the money in world doesn’t make you happy.” I’m stunned at how honest he’s being. He has just opened up to me about his family. I don’t know how to respond.
“Do you see much of your sister?” I instantly regret my choice of words. I could have answered with an opinion; instead I opted to answer with a question. Why am I so stupid? I begin to feel nervous; I am not used to a guy opening up to me like this. My last relationship was filled with secrets and lies. We never talked about anything. We just did crazy things to pass the time. I am not used to being around a guy who isn’t Brandon. I don’t know how to react around Mr Wilde, because Brandon has scarred me in me so many ways. I want to act cool and give him advice and talk about his family, but I just don’t know how to. And that’s exactly why I can’t get close to him. I can’t develop feelings for him. Brandon made my heart race and my temper rise all at the same time. Mr Wilde has the same effect on me. I can’t go back to my old ways. I sacrificed everything to move here. I can’t let my hardest efforts be for nothing. I have come too far to go back to being the old Ashley.
“Not really, she doesn’t visit very often.” I nod at his reply and then I start to shift around in my seat. He notices that I am nervous. So he quickly asks me what’s wrong. “Are you okay?” I smile at him.
“Yeah I’m good. Do you wanna get out of here, Mr Wilde?” he presses his eyebrows together as he takes a handful of dollars out of his pocket. He sets the money down onto the table and he offers me his hand as he stands. I politely refuse his offer and he shakes his head at me. I pretend not to notice his reaction, as I march in the direction of the exit. I step out into the hot street and I wait for him to follow me. He steps out and he instantly pulls his sunglasses down from his hair and places them onto his face. I squint my eyes at the brightness and he laughs at me.
“We gotta get you some shades.” I smile as I agree with him. He leads me to his car and as always , he holds the door open for me. I jump into his car and I feel like screaming at myself as he pulls the car out of the lot. Why did he have to be my music producer? Why does God want to punish me by forcing me to be around him? He is the one thing that could break my dreams and yet he is the one person that I need the most. I need him to guide me and help me with my music. I can’t achieve my dreams without him, but the more time that I spend with him, the more distracted I’m going to get. He is going to push me and force me to open up to him. He isn’t going to settle for just being my colleague. Every time that he looks at me, I can see that he has deeper feelings for me than he lets on. I just don’t know what to do for the best. I love music and this is a massive opportunity for me. But am I strong enough to resist him? Love has ruined me in the past. I don’t trust that it won’t do the same again. I am terrified of going to back to being the girl that I used to be. She was wild yet submissive. I let Brandon hurt me in so many
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