Lovers But Not Lovers

Chapter 19- Date.

***Salvatore's POV**
It was the day of the date that Erica's parents set up for us both.

I just got dressed casually in a black jeans and black hoodie and black varsity jacket and black boots.

I ruffle my hair up a bit and stared at myself in the mirror. I took a deep breath and told myself that it would be just to take her to a restaurant and get her food. I didn't need to talk.

I got downstairs and went towards the kitchen.

"Hello, Mami". I said as I kissed my mother's forehead.

"Ready for your date?". She asked looking intently at me.
"Kind off". I say as I shrugged my shoulders. I went to the fridge to get something to drink before I go on the obnoxious mission.

"Dude. Put more in your attire. Im sure that I didn't get you an entire wardrobe of sorrow". She said looking at my outfit in bafflement.

One thing about my mother was that she always thinks that black is accostumed to sorrow.

"Okay, Mami. Black is a good colour. It simple and inconspicuous". I said, smiling a little.

She just looked at me. "Whatever. Love you son. And if that bitch tries to run you over show her that your mother is Mrs. Vezon".

"Love you too, Mami"  I said as I walked out.

Okay. My mom and I shared a sister brother relationship somewhat but I still see her as my mom and never cross a line that would mean disrespect. Else my father will definitely hang me by the balls.

I get into my Audi and zoom off to the place she picked.

I got into the restaurant and see her there, already sitted.
She wore a very skimpy red dress that hugged her body.

Don't get me wrong she's sexy but I'm not just turned on. Like I feel like she does have that power over me anymore.

I went to her and sat down.

"Finally. I'm having a date with my boyfriend. It feels like forever". She said, smiling through her red coloured lip.

I just looked at her and nodded then my eyes wandered round the restaurant and I saw HER.

The fuck is she doing here?.

She was with some dude. Laughing and also looking sexy as hell. From what I saw, she wore a black cloth.

It had a v neck and I'm sure you could see the top of her breast.

I was watching her. My body was boiling. Both from anger and horniness.

I wanted her to ride me. Like now.

I shook my head at the thought and looked back at Erica.

I know that I don't like her but I have to take the date serious if I want to leave here without precum.

I looked at her and actually paid attention, my eyes glancing at her direction once a while.

It was a torturable amount of time probably an hour. But as we stood to leave, she did too.

Then I saw her outfit from top to bottom.

She wore a fitted back dress that had a slit way up her thigh, stopping slightly above mid-thigh and a black pair of heels.

Damn, those thighs.

I quickly diverted my gaze but then I saw the guy she came with kissing her.

I felt...hurt. Anger.