Lovers But Not Lovers

Chapter 6- Rule Three, Broken

****Desiree's POV****
Today was Saturday, beginning of the weekend. Today my family usually plays different family game that we agree to the night before.

So last night, everyone agreed to play tennis. So we are going to the tennis court today.

I love tennis and basketball, that's why I have a lot of tennis skirts and aso crop singlets.

As of now I'm on my bed, scrolling through the school's group chat for the entire senior year.

This school group chat is open to everyone apart from our teachers. Most girls that are slut get shamed here by exposing their nudes by the guys.

I tried to avoid any unnecessary attention. If you date a guy, it's on the group.

I went to shower and got dressed in my tennis skirt and crop white fitted t-shirt and a singlet-like sweater, all black. Apart from my shoes, which was white.

I headed down stairs and saw my sister putting the cooler of drinks into the car. My mom behind her with some snacks.

"Let's get moving, fam". My dad said coming downstairs, just behind me.
He reached the foot of the stairs where I was and held my waist and kissed my forehead.
"Good morning princess".
""Morning, dad"

"Let's get it moving. Lucian and Lucas, hope you guys are ready". He shouted again.
"You good?". He asked me.
"Yeah".

Believe it or not, my dad doesn't joke with me. Yes I'm the second child both in general and only with my sister. So technically, if you don't do it generally I'm the last born. And I'm treated as such by my dad.

He scolds me when needed ad also pets me as well. So because of the sole reason, if my sister wants new clothes, I go ask for her.

We headed out after ten minutes, we headed to the game center.

We arrived at Fitness Polo Club where we all were members.
My family is, you can say an elite, but we are not billionaires. I wouldn't say millionaires because my dad earns close to two millon dollars in two months, after all the bills.

I consider people who have above hundred million dollars to be millionaires.
We headed to the tennis area and we saw a family there already.

My parents went to meet them dragging us along, with the idea of doing a family versus family match. A friendly, as they call it in football.

We headed over. Like I said before everyone in my house was social apart from me, so it wasn't hard to start a conversation.

"Hey. I'm Richard Dion. This is my wife Dorothy". My dad said pointing at my mom.
"That is my eldest daughter and child, Willers, that my daughter, Desiree and my twin son Lucas and Lucian". My dad said his hand still in handshake with the other man.

"I'm Tecca Vezon". The man said.
As soon as he said that my hears exploded. Wait. Did he just say 'Vezon'?. No way.

At that point, I turned and I saw the devil himself, Salvatore.

"And that's my wife, Cassandra and my son, Salvatore and his younger sister Rosalia and the last born Dorca". He said introducing his family.

I think they were the same age as us. Dorca should be 14, Rosalia, goddamn I love that name, should be my age mate and we'll, Salvatore my sister's.

"We were wondering if you would want to play family against family". My dad said.
"Ohh, that be nice". Tecca said sounding excited.

The parents played their double first, The Venoz winning.
They left us to do children bonding. My brothers and Dorca went to do whatever, I and Willers were left with Salvatore and Rosalia.

I turned to see Salvatore staring at me, checking me out. His eyes trailed from my face to my body, they final stopped at my lips before he looked up to meet my eyes.

As his eyes were trailing my body, I saw him lick his lips and when he looked back at me he smirked.

"Hey. Willers, right?". He said as he walked over to where my sister and I were sitted.
My sister looked up and smiled, her most ever charming smile.

When my sister smiles or any time we are out I usually think and feel she I prettier than I am.
I mean I get stares but think it's because of my body and she does took but I think it's because she's both pretty and sexy.

"Yeah". She replied. "Des friend, right?".
"Yeah. But I wouldn't say friends?". He said, looking at me and smirking.
"Really?. I heard you two were besties". She asked confused.
"Yeah. But I get maltreatments". He said forming a pout and also pretending to cry.

"Osshh. I'm sorry. I know how ass my sister can be". She said also smiling.
"Hello. I'm right here". I said amused that my sister called me an ass.
Goddamn the audacity.

"I know". She said.
"I'm hurt". I said, faking pain.
We both then burst out laughing. This was our usual way of playing with each other.

"Can I borrow Des for a minute?". Sal asked.
"Sure". My sister said returning to her phone, but not before winking at me.

He led me out to the dressing up area which was empty.
He pinned my against the wall and himself.
"What are you wearing love?". He asked.
"What?". I asked, totally confused.

"What the hell are you wearing?". He asked again, slowly.
"Uhh. Remember Rule Three:No ditacting to each other on how to dress". I said in a duh tone.
"Oh no, love. Screw rule three". He said, his eyes turning darker.
"You agreed".
"Rules are meant to be broken". He said, bringing his face closer to mine.

"Well, hope this is the first and last". I said in a commanding tone.
He scoffed." Yeah, right. See you on Monday, Des. And wear something less provocative, except for me". He said and smirked at the end.

He released me and walked away. I just stared at his back in annoyance.
I have my mum ditacting to me on how to dress and now him?.

No way. I wear what I want. And less provocative he said.

Screw that. I will have to borrow some of Willers short dresses for school in Monday.

Willers had tones of short dresses and we were about the same height but I was having a slightly bigger ass than hers. So it will be shorter than on me than her.

Especially at my lower body area. He will see less provocative.