Take It or Leave It

5. Obsessed

ANDRÉS

My pen glided across the paper, writing the lyrics as they came to my mind.

"So all you had to do was get laid so you could write something?" Leo laughed.

"Shut up," I ordered under my breath. I needed silence when I wrote.

We were all sitting in Leo's home studio. I sat on the couch with Leo right next to me, TJ was typing away on his phone and spinning in the swivel chair, and Frankie sat on a love seat with his five-year-old daughter, Nina lying across his lap, playing with an etch-a-sketch.

Our sound engineer, George was sitting at the soundboard, waiting for my lyrics to be finished.

"I love you guys, but can we please hurry this up? There's a baddie waiting for me with the fattest a-." TJ started to speak.

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence in front of my daughter." Frankie deadpanned.

"Sorry, Dad." TJ sighed.

I finished the last verse, and read over the lyrics to see if they were cohesive. A melody played in my head, and I sang it silently to myself.

"I think I've got something, George."

I stood up and walked over to his seat, notebook in hand. After reading over the lyrics, he looked up at me shocked, "Whoever you wrote this about. Keep her around."

TJ stood up, "Let me read it."

He skimmed over the lyrics, eyes widening at certain parts of it, "Is this about the girl from last night?" He smiled at me, obviously shocked.

"No." I snatched the notebook back.

In all honesty, the song was about Kiara. It was called 'Angel' for God's sake. She was easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid my eyes on and though I knew writing a song about a woman I barely knew was insane, I couldn't help myself. Everything about her was fascinating to me.

The way her long legs draped around me so easily, fitting like a puzzle piece. How her skin tone popped against her pure white sheets. The sound of her soft feminine moans in my ear, which I logged as a new favorite sound.

When she texted me while I was in the car on the way to Leo's house, it took everything in me to not ask the driver to turn around so I could fuck her senseless one more time. Instead, I responded and we scheduled a hook-up at my house on Thursday after her shoot and I was itching for the week to go by fast so I could sink my teeth into her.

"It totally is," TJ cackled, "You're sprung!"

"Can we just get to recording? I already have a melody in my head."

We got to work. I instructed everyone on their parts and the energy I wanted the song to have.

"I want it to be slow but not a sex song. I trust that you all can do that."

We recorded until the song was perfect. George added layers and harmonies of my voice later and we finished eventually.

That night, I went home and lay in my bed debating if I should text her or not. She hadn't texted me since our last conversation so I decided against it. I didn't want to come off as crazy.