Lovers But Not Lovers

Chapter 20- Holidays.

***Desiree's POV**
It was already the last day of school. Hell, the exams weren't funny at all.

Sometimes I feel as sleep in class due to all nighters in pulled.

It was lunch and since it was the last day, after lunch we were all allowed to go home.

"So, what you all planning for the holiday?". Aurella asked.
"Erm, I'm going to Spain to stay with my grandparents". Danielle answered.

I could hear from her voice that she was terribly happy. I just smiled at her effort to conceal it so we wouldn't think she was happy to go away from us.

"What of you, Des?". Claudia asked.
"Erm, actually-"I was cut off.

"We're going to Italy". I heard Sal say.
I turned to him and saw him smirking. God, I felt like disfiguring his jaw.

"Well, actually. He asked me to come with him to Italy but I'm still considering". I said, sending a glare at him.

"Oh, c'mon. There's nothing to consider. He's your fucking best friend and last I checked y'all need to do some bonding too". Danielle said, smiling from ear to ear.

I just smiled and gave Sal a very hard while still smiling and showing all my thirty two teeth.

Finally the bell rang and everyone started leaving.

"Hey. I'll drop you off". Sal said as I was trying to hang my bag on my shoulder. He took the bag from me and held me hand.

Fingers intertwined. We walked out of school and he drove to my house.

"Err, thanks for the lift". I said about to open the door. He just smiled.

I got down and headed inside. My family was still home, I'm guessing lunch break since it was 12:40pm.

I went into the kitchen and saw my mom. U greeted her and went straight to my room.

I showered and got dressed in a baggy shirt with nothing but my black pant underneath. No bra.

I got to the dinning because my mom was making tuna casserole with cream cheese frosting.

I reached there and saw my family gathered but my face fell and once again the urge to disfigure that jaw came back. Strong.

"Hey, Des. Why you still standing?". My sister asked me giving me a knowing smile.

I just smiled and sat next next to Sal. I was in between Sal and my elder sister.

"So, what are plans for the holiday?. Des?". My dad asked.

He usually asked us if we had any plans so he don't make a plan that clashes with out schedule.

"Erm, actually-". I was cut off. Once again.
"We are going to Italy". Sal said looking at me with an amused glow on his eyes, while I just glared at him. Hard.

"Ohh, wow. That's nice. So when are you guys going?". My dad asked, all smiles.

Okay. I kinda expected this. I mean a person who don't go out much has gone to one party, one hang out and now travelling?. I mean who wouldn't be proud and urge the person to move on?.

"Erm, I've booked tickets for tomorrow afternoon". Sal said.
"Yes, that's right we are going-". I stopped midway. My eyes nearly bulged out my sockets.

"I'm sorry like tomorrow, tomorrow?". I asked. "I haven't packed. And the hell with the short notice?." I asked Sal.

"Oh c'mon. I'll help you pack. Let's go". Willers said, as she stood up and I followed her as dinner was already over.

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**ITALY***
We reached the airport by 2:00pm. I was exhausted. We've been flying for nearly five hours or over.

It ain't a joke travelling from Amsterdam to Italy. I felt like crying for my ass.

We reached the hotel and Sal walked up to the receptionist.
"Presidential Suite. Vezon". He said.
The lady quickly gets the key and give it to Sal while smiling seductively.

Huh?. The audacity!!.

We got into the elevator and he pressed the 30th floor.

"You good?. You looked pissed!". He said, glancing between me and his phone.

Hell I'm pissed. Why did he give that slut of a receptionist attention?.

Wait, Des, are you alright?. His your best friend not your man.

Ahhh, I'm slowly losing it.

We finally reached the room and as soon as I walked in I was being slammed against the door.

A small gasp leaving my lips but not a confused expression on my face.

I look up and see Sal looking at me, intrigued?. I think.

"The hell?". I said trying to break free.
"I asked you something". He said.

"And if I don't reply?". I retorted. He smirked.

I was still looking at him until I felt his hand on my clit. I try my best to keep even breath.

"You moan". He said, looking at me intensely.

Fuck.

Before I could decided, I felt him rubbing my clit with his index finger and a moan escaped my lips.

"I guess you moan then". He said smirking.
"Wait, Sal". I say but before I could finish, I felt two finger in me already.

I breathe out heavily and dig my nails to the back of his neck and I moan.

"I need it wider, princess". He said, husky.
I obey and spread my legs wider for him. I leaned my back to the door and push my waist out.

I wore a black fitted mini skirt and a white crop top singlet. He had easy access.

"Fuck". I moan as I feel him going faster and deeper and his fingers curling at intervals.

Just then my phone started ringing and thinking he will stop but didn't I pick the call.

"Hey, girl". Danielle said.
"Hey". I say almost breathless.

Now he had removed my top by sliding it down from my waist.

My bra unhooked and his tongue on my already hard and sore nipples.

"So, how was your flight?". Claudia asked. It was a group voice call.

"It was..." I was cut off when I feel Sal biting my nipples, I try to fight a moan. "Fine. It was good". And at that I moan slightly but enough for them to hear if they hard sharp ears.

"Aight. We just wanted to check in. Have fun and most importantly take pictures". Aurella said.
"Of course". I say and then the line went dead.

"You did well love. Hiding that moan". He said as he leaned in. Looked at me for sometime and kissed me, passionately.

He squeezes my ass and pulls me to him. He kissed me and bite my lower lip and damn, I just got wet again.

He released me and we both look at each other deep in the eyes.

I see something flash in them. An emotion.

"Let's shower,yeah?". He said, disengaging from me.
"Sure. You go first". I said as I moved towards my bags.

"No love. I said let's, which means, you and I, at the same time.

Huh?.

I swallowed hard.

This is going to be a long holiday.