Lying From You

Besamè Mucho, Pt. I

(Besamè- verb, to kiss / to give a kiss...)

"Okay guys... why don't we head to our rooms, freshen up, maybe take a nap, and meet for dinner at 8?" Jeff clapped his hands together in excitement.

"Works for us!" Sam said clinging to her husband tightly.

Chester kept looking at Noelle wishing more than anything they were alone.

Noelle made sure her room was on the opposite side of the resort. If the married couples planned on fucking, she didn't want to hear it. It hurt enough that Sam was here.

Noelle sighed and called the only person she new to give her advice. Dan.

"Holà beautiful!"

"Holà Daniel..."

"What's up buttercup? How's the land of my people?"

"Well...I've been here for 20 minutes and hate it already."

Dan gasped. "Oh hunny, why?!"

"Sam is here..."

"You knew that though, sweetheart."

"Yeah but... I didn't know that I'd hate having her here so much!..."

"How does Chester feel about her being there?"

"I don't think he wants her here either..."

"Hmm... well what are you doing now?"

"Getting ready to nap and then primping for dinner. We may go to a club tonight."

"What did you pack?"

"A yellow dress, a black dress with de flores embroidered, long beach dress..."

"Hmm... Is that black dress the same one you wore to Emilio's birthday last summer?"

"Yes."

"Fucking wear that."

"Okay? Do I dare ask why?"

"I like Chester... I do.. but, maybe you need to take control of the situation, doll. Show him what he's missing out on the longer he goes without choosing you."

"That's manipulative."

"Nah, I call it subtle encouragement."

"And if it fails?"

"Then, you get yourself the sexiest Latin Lover you can find tonight and give yourself what you deserve my dear friend."

"I can always count on you to cheer me up."

"Of course dear. Oh, and this trip is Noelle's trip, don't go by their agenda. Make him wonder what you're up to. Show up fashionably late to dinner."

"I don't know..."

"I told Jeff it was a bad idea bringing you..."

"I know, but he's adamant on keeping me and wanting to make me happy. I can't be downright disrespectful."

"Like I said... maybe Chester needs a little push to make a choice. That dress may just be the push he needs."

"You're sick."

"I'm right darling. I'll be waiting for your 'thank you' call tomorrow. Tah, love."

Noelle sighed dramatically & laid back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her conflicting thoughts were quickly interrupted when there was a knock at her door. She thought this was odd, as she didn't tell anyone her room number. When she walked over to look in the peep-hole... dark brown curls came into view.