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Chapter Ten
As promised, my dearest agent had all the information before noon the following morning. I was set to star along with a Spanish actor named Juan Torres who conveniently happened to reside in Madrid. He was apparently famous in Spain. Their up and coming younger version of Antonio Banderas. The movie, La Mujer (The Woman), would be shot in both Spanish and English since seventy percent of the cast was all from Spain. The shooting location was in one of Spain’s Balearic island of Minorca and allocated to film for eight weeks. And I was bound to leave in ten days’ time.
Yes, I literally was swiftly casted due to the blatant fact that it would jeopardize a lot of the production crew, time, and costs if they waited to cast the female lead. Nevertheless, I was grateful for the opportunity and couldn’t wait to tackle this new character that I would be portraying.
Kells was in New York, so it was Anton and I who celebrated through lunch. After researching who Juan Torres was, we were both became the giggling idiots when we found out how drop dead gorgeous Spanish the actor was. They weren’t kidding about dubbing him as the next Antonio Banderas. Basing from the pictures of him scattered all over online, he closely resembled theDesperadoAntonio Banderas, hair and all, and I was sure the accent would just be as sexy too.
“Holy sweet fuck, you’ll be bumping uglies with this Spanish macho? My pussy would be moist and pulsate with this bitch.” He began to fan his reddened cheeks, riled up from his own conjured lurid fantasies. “I don’t condone cheating,butif you do … I won’t judge you, Sprinkles. This guy is hot as fuckkk!”
Cheating? Like hell I would dare think such garbage. I was in a serious—mind you, averyserious—relationship. I had no time for cheating.
“Sure, this Juan dude looks gorgeous, but my man’s enough to get my juices flowing. So please, don’t talk like that when River’s around, or when he asks you for an opinion, ’cause I need my relationship intact after the eight weeks is up.”
“You’re right; River’s way hotter than this Spanish guy.” He nodded before I saw his face contort. “Although, eight weeks is a fucking long time to be without your sexy beau, so try to find time to see your man and get all the lust out of your system before you shoot nude scenes with this Spanish dynamite.” No one could fault Anton for being subtle with his words. The man went straight for the kill.
The nude scenes.The thought of it alone made me shiver with anxiety. I had been too nervous to even dare inquire about it when Addison had asked me if I had any reservations about the impending scenes. I had just given off the impression that it didn’t faze me at all, and so my agent was confident that I wouldn’t suffer from any bouts of shyness. However, I was suffering a great deal, yet I was too prideful to voice it out loud. Such circumstances, in my opinion, should be dealt alone and privately without having other people muddy my already down rotten emotions.
Even if this Spanish actor was hot, I wouldn’t dream of putting myself in a position where River would distrust me. He and I fought so hard to get where we needed to be. I wasn’t willing to throw that out the window just for some short Mediterranean fling. My love for River ran deep and no handsome man could ever dissuade me from my loyalty.
That same day, luckily for me, Kyle called to invite me for dinner after my late workout session. Carmen wasn’t there, but she didn’t forget to text me to work on my kicks and punches so I had better chances at beating her next time.
River arrived Thursday night just as I was preparing dinner in my apartment. I had never seen him so utterly exhausted. The man had dark circles from the continuous traveling. I couldn’t help gently wrapping my arms around him, welcoming him home while feeling downright awful that Ari and his label were making him work so hard. There were work commitments and then there was this.
I knew he had to prove his worth in a new industry, but this was beyond the realm of normal. I wasn’t sure what bothered me the most: the fact that his management was forcing him to exhaustion or the blatant fact that he didn’t mind being pushed to the breaking point. He wasn’t a damn machine.
“I hope you’re hungry. I’m making dinner.” Smiling at him, I helped him off his leather jacket. He looked so scruffy and evidently in dire need of TLC. “Do you want wine, water—anything at all?”
A sexy smile formed on his lips as he lovingly gazed down at me, relieved to finally see each other after almost a week and a half of absence. “Water sounds good. No more drinking for me, not for a while.” He raked through his hair before I felt him reach out to cup my bottom as he kissed the base of my neck. “I’ve missed you …” His voice held a promise of what kind of wicked things he would be up to tonight. And boy, was I ready.
My body lightly shivered upon his touch before I let out a languorous sigh, contentment and utter happiness running through me. “I hope you’re done with promoting for some time. I’m leaving for Minorca next week, and I’d like to spend as much time with you as possible.”
He looked pensive, eyeing me with scrutiny before murmuring, “You’re really doing it, huh?” As if there were any concession.
“Yes, there’s no question about it,” I confirmed with a definite nod. My mind was made up. Besides, I needed to do this for myself, not for him. That drive alone was something he could relate to.
He gave a reluctant nod, supportive though quite reserved about it. Dark eyes probed into me. “Just don’t do anything stupid, okay? Everyone knows what actors get up to filming those kinds of movies—most of them end up together.” He flinched at uttering the last words.
There was some truth to his statement—Bass and Emma for one, and a few more I couldn’t name—but I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t available like those people when they had begun filming.
“My heart is yours, always and forever. You already know that.”
“I know, but shit happens. I just hope you’re up for it.”
“I am.” I was ready, come what may.
“All right. I trust you, petal.”
“Thank you. I know this is difficult for you, and I appreciate you even more for supporting me, even though you don’t fully agree with it.”
He grimaced. “I’m not sure if I can stomach watching it. Don’t think I can make it. You’d think being an actor would make it easier for me, but I’m a man through and through. My mind isn’t that malleable, babe, not when it comes to you. Sorry.”
Typical River. “I swear I won’t force you to watch it.” I laughed then tapped his washboard abs. “Dinner’s almost ready. Why don’t you relax while I finish things up in the kitchen?”
Right on cue, his stomach made a loud, growling protest, evoking a riotous laugh from the both of us.
“Dinner sounds good,” he murmured as we trudged into the kitchen.
River took care of setting the table before he resigned to channel surfing while I finished making my baby potatoes to go along with my pot roast. In the midst of it all, I heard him yawn a few times, clearly showing how fatigued he was.
My heart reached out to him. He worked hard and played harder, but tonight, he ought to rest, switch his phone to silent, and sleep until his heart’s content. I understood that he had work commitments, but I didn’t want him to jeopardize his health along the way.
So, after dinner, we lounged around the living room, catching up with events. He also revealed that they were already working on tour dates. Primarily North America and Europe. Since I would be on an island off Spain for eight weeks, he promised that he would start his tour in Europe. That way, I’d get the opportunity to see him open his tour and obviously to cheer him on. He would know the definite dates for the first line-up tomorrow.
Basing off his hits, I was sure the tickets would sell like hotcakes. He already had a massive fan base. Since it was music, it was safe to say all those screeching, screaming, hysterical teenyboppers have quadrupled in no time.
River and I were in a great place. Though our work commitments were bridging a gap between us, we were resilient enough to know that, though it was tough to find time together, we could manage to compromise in certain areas. We both agreed that as long as our communication was open, we could conquer whatever came our way.
The next few months didn’t seem grim as I thought it was going to be merely a week ago. River and I could do this. We were tough as nails. We always found our way to each other. Come what may.
