Love Don't cost A Thing

chapter 17

Joy POV.

The next week, Elvis has been Really working on his carer. Since its the 70's Elvis wants new music and fast.

"Joy, honey. Frank Sinatra is coming by. We might work on a few songs." Elvis mentioned.

I paused doing laundry, Frank Sinatra. Oh god. I haven't talked to him since he told me he loves me.

We just had one dinner together, that was it. Well besides the affair.

"Joy, did you hear me?" Elvis looked up from his book.

"Of course I did honey, that's great." I tried to sound normal,hopefully he bought it.

"I thought you'd be excited, you said he was your favorite singer." Elvis raised a brow.

"I'm sorry,I've had so much on my mind. With the wedding and the girls birthday. It's much. Also the magazine called and wanted to interview us." I explained.

"Well, joy of you wanna do it then I'm up for it." Elvis smiled, he reached over and kissed my cheek.

My smile faded as I folded Amara's blanket. "It still hurts." I whisper.

"I know, baby. I know." Elvis sighed with sadness.

The next day, I made breakfast for everyone while Elvis set up stuff in his office.

I made sure I looked my best, I teased my hair high and applied makeup. I even wore a cocktail dress Elvis picked out.

I was so nervous, my palms were sweaty and my hands were shaking.

"Joy, Frank Sinatra is here!" Elvis called for me.

I let out a shaky breath, I slowly walked towards Elvis. "Hello, I'm Joy-Anna." I smiled.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Presley,I'm Frank Sinatra." Frank smirked. I avoided his gaze.

His eyes started at my head slowly gazing down my body. Elvis cleared his throat.

"Well, if you'll just follow me." Elvis, said breaking the awkward silent.

Frank brushed his hand against my leg as he walked past me. I shivered against his touch.

Joe, walked past me has it happen. He raised his brow at me walking with Elvis.

Narrator POV.

It's been a couple hours since Frank has been there, Joy tried to avoid him. But nothing seemed to work.

"Hey, I've missed us." Frank whispers to Joy.

Joy turned around, to see Frank leaning against the wall.

"Why, do you keep doing this?. Huh." Joy said back, a bit harshly.

"Because, I love you. And you love me and you know it." Frank, replied.

"No! Frank I can't love you, can't you see that!?!" Joy shouted.

"Baby, don't do this. Not to me. I can give you anything. Please..." Frank pleaded, his own eyes shining with tears.

"No, I'm sorry Frank. I-I can't." Joy cried. Frank cupped her face, stroking her hair.

Then it happen, Frank kissed her. He didn't matter if anybody saw. He loved her and he wanted her.

"Go, Frank." Joy said, she pulled away from the kiss first. Frank tensed but let go, he slammed the door on his way out.