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2.4

TOTALLY DONE WITH packing, technically Zoya did everything. And she made me promise not to look inside it till I arrive at wherever Vincenzo and I are going. So, I'm pretty sure that they're some steamy clothes in the suitcase.

"Vincenzo isn't going to be able to remove his eyes and hands from you." She kept saying all that so it only indicates to what I assumed.

I brought the suitcase downstairs while waiting for Vincenzo to arrive. Suddenly Zoya tugs me to look at her. "All right bestie, I hope you have fun but not too much fun. Don't do things that I wouldn't do." Zoya is a daredevil, she basically does everything.

"And have a safe trip." Right on time Vincenzo's car arrived. With his domineering presence he stepped out of the car. His black hair was fawning over him and his grey eyes made eye contact with me.

Everything around us seemed to freeze, even though we have been around each other a lot I still haven't been able to get used to his beauty. There will never be a day where he doesn't leave me breathless.

And I can't believe that I'll be staying with him for a whole weekend, I have stayed over at his though, in a different country. This feels different, this feels intimate.

With strong strides he was in front of me, he slowly raked me over. When he had his full intake of me, he wet his lips. My mouth dried at that.

"Are you guys eye fucking?" Zoya asked.

Heat raised up to my face, "no we're not."

She raises a brow at that, "somehow I don't really believe it." She then turns towards Vincenzo. "All right, Vincenzo, you better keep my girl safe and sound! If anything happens you know who you'll be dealing with."

Vincenzo lets out a throaty, deep chuckle. "I'll note it down, Zoya."

They say a few more words before we leave.

"So, where are we going?" From the moment he told me that I'll need a passport I wanted to know where we would be going but he kept his mouth shut.

"Patience is a virtue, bellissima." With one hand on my thigh, I could barely focus on his words. This time he was the one driving.

"Don't give me that! Just a tip?" I groan. He clicked his tongue, "I'll give you a hint when we are at the airport." I'm pretty sure that I would find out on my own. But I couldn't even guess to where we possibly could go.

They're endless possibilities.

The ride to the airport took some time, so I fell asleep for most of the ride but whenever I was awake we had a conversation about everything and nothing.

"We're here, bellissima." He told me before he came to my side to open the door. "Thank you." He then went and picked up our suitcases. I wasn't even about to argue with him that I could carry my own. I didn't mind it all.

"UK."

"Hmm?" I hummed. "The place we're going is the UK."

•••

The UK is a beautiful place but the weather was not so...beautiful. It was already 26th march so I hope that the weather improves. But even the cold couldn't stop me from looking at the place in awe.

This was the first that I was travelling abroad. From my whole life I had only know the city that I lived in, so I was grateful to be here. I looked at the person that made all of this possible. I glanced at him with a big smile.

"Thank you."

A slow smile formed on his face, "there is no need to thank me, Nellie. This is only the starting point." My heart pumped at that. I wonder what he has planned for the rest of the weekend. We would be staying in the UK from Friday to Sunday evening.

"Oh, we're at our hotel." We stepped out of the car, and we thanked the driver. Vincenzo told me that he had a friend in the UK who asked his driver to pick us up. So, it made our transportation thankfully go smoothly.

In front of me stood a towering building, that screamed wealth. The exterior of the tall building was beautiful. Cars, guards and guests were all in front of it but we passed by most of them.

"Shouldn't we also wait in line?" I asked concerned. Some of the guest threw dirty looks at us but some looked scared. "No. We already have reservations." He did organise everything so I would just follow him.

We went to the desk to get our keys before we went up to our room.

The escalator was just going up and up till we finally arrived at our room. The floor was eerily quiet.

"Damn, it's really silent here."

"I rented the whole floor." My mouth opened. "The whole floor?" My voice turned high. He looked at me, "is...it too much?" He softly asked. I sighed at that. He probably just wanted us to have privacy.

"It's all right but...I don't think that there is need for a whole floor to be rented."

A smirk formed on his face, "I almost rented the whole building." This was more shocking, "y-yeah the floor is totally fine!" I said before going into the room but I still heard him laughing.

The place was alluring, who ever architected this took time and care for this. It was spacious, the furniture were all clean and everything that you could possibly need was already here.

"I really like this." I turn towards Vincenzo, relief left him. "I'm glad." We checked the rest of the rooms, they were all beautiful but we would only be sharing one bedroom anyways.

We laid the suitcase in the room that we would be sleeping in and went over to the kitchen.

The kitchen was already stocked with diverse ingredients. "Is there anything in particular that you would like to eat?"

"A simple spaghetti bolognese is more than enough for me."

He wanted to push me out of the kitchen but with some persuasion I stayed in the kitchen and helped him cook. When we were eating the air was filled with chatter.

Since we arrived late the fatigue was already hitting me, "the day is going to start early, bellissima. So, go and have some rest." We both went to the room and laid there. Sleep didn't come easily since there was a particular thought that didn't seem to go away.

I like Vincenzo Armani.

Let's goooo!!!

No song today.