Mr. Vincenzo | 18+

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It didn't matter how many times I tried to put attention to what Aryanna, Reyansh, and Patrick were going on and on about, my thoughts were only on one person who I still felt tingling on my lips. He to whose thoughts I shamelessly I tried to bring myself to an orgasm to but couldn't. Then there was another thought. Did Vincenzo masterbate to my thought? Or did he just find another as he does on his weekends? I hated the thought, more so if it was true.

He just left that day and there was no way I could know, no relation through which I could ask.

My shoulders slumped.

"Ellie, what do you say?"

I nodded and blamed her Dad for making me so absentminded between my own friends.

"Perfect then. It's settled. At Flavor Fiesta, right?"

"Yeah, at six," Patrick then turned to me. "Thanks for agreeing, Ellie. My roommate has been pestering me for a double date since forever. He thinks I'm going to die single."

Whatttttt?

I put on a fake smile and turned to Arya, my furrowed eyebrows asking her 'What is he talking about?'

She tilted her head slightly, confusion on her face as if she wanted to say 'Why are you asking as if you don't know?'

I hated Vincenzo for messing up with my mind.

But as I ate my lunch, I thought if Vincenzo did not regret before, then he definitely regretted kissing me despite knowing who I was. That was where my morals should lie too but they didn't, and they would not until I was still attracted to that perfection of a man. Maybe this date was better. Patrick was a nice, handsome guy. Most importantly, someone my age and someone I was morally allowed to be with. Even if he wasn't into me just yet, maybe we could eventually develop it into something—was I stupid?

My phone pinged. Was it Vin—I was stupid. It turned out to be a stupid Instagram reel sent by Aaron, a meme that would have been funny if it wasn't now that I'd seen it.

It was after lunch and classes, when we were walking towards the parking, that Aryanna asked me what I planned to wear for the date tonight. Post the hectic Monday, I now remembered that I did have a date. I shrugged my shoulders. The only condition to my dress was to hide the hickey Vincenzo had marked on my neck.

"I'll see," I said as I reached my car. "I'll get going now or I'll be late."

"Eloise," Aryanna placed her hand on my shoulder, her eyes full of worry. "I know your mind has been on and off since Saturday and even if you don't state it, I know the reason."

I froze for a second, but then realized there was no way she could be this calm if she knew. She was thinking the reason to be Dylan.

I only nodded.

She didn't need to ever know her Dad and I made out on her bed.

"Well, I didn't want to tell you this initially but Patrick's really into you, okay? He has liked you for quite a long time. Treat him well. You know you need to move on someday."

What in the holy hell—

But then, maybe it was better.

"I know. I need to stop thinking about him."

Him, who was suddenly Vincenzo, not the stupid asshole who cheated on me.

It was better.

"I will give Patrick an honest chance, Arya." I said. "There's no point in being futilely stuck at someone."