Forever

Twenty-Two

We sit across from Rose and Monica Derek's hand resting on my thigh. They are going on and on about all the sights they've been seeing scolding us for not getting out more. I can't seem to focus on their words and only feel the warmth of Derek's hand on my bare thigh. We haven't been able to keep our hands off each other since that night, losing ourselves in each other every chance we got.

I part my legs under the table granting him easy access. He trails his fingers up my thigh until they reach my thong. He moves it to the side using his thumb to massage my clit. I shiver gripping the table.

"Camille" Rose screeches. Derek moves faster inserting a finger inside me. I gasp.

"Ye-Yes" I stutter. Ros rolls her eyes repeating herself.

"I asked if you wanted to come shopping with us tomorrow" I wince as Derek inserts another digit keeping up small talk with Monica. I moan lightly, making Derek chuckle beside me.

"Yeah yeah, sure," I say moving my hair behind my ear as he pleasures me. He pinches my clit making me grip the table cloth aggressively. My glass of wine falls to the floor making Derek laugh loudly and Monica shriek with surprise. Derek removes his hand from me returning it to my thigh. I exhale deeply as the waiter comes to pick up the glass.

"Nasty... the both of you" Rose says. I roll my eyes at her glancing up to eye Derek. His eyes are on his phone, brows are furrowed deep in thought. I bring my hand to his thigh massaging it lightly. He looks at me with a small smile, setting his phone down.

"I have to leave in the morning. You guys are welcome to stay for the next week" He says. I frown pushing my food around on my plate. He sighs putting his arm around my chair.

"Cool, then we won't have to hear you guys fuck 24/7" I blush at her words as Monica wacks her arm. Derek gives a light smile.

"I want to go with you if that's okay," I say. He sighs rubbing the side of his face.

"Yeah," He says nonchalantly. I frown at his tone. We finish dinner, Rose and Monica carrying the conversation while Derek and I give one-word responses. We make our way back to the house Monica and Rose to head to the kitchen while I follow behind Derek on his way to our room.

"What the fuck Derek" I utter when the door closes. He pinches the bridge of his nose before gathering his suitcase.

"I have to work things out with Leslie's dad" He admits. I sigh running my hands through my hair. "He's coming to the house in two days, I've tried to put it off long enough but we need to meet"

"Fine," I say going to pack up my bags.

"You have to face the music at some point baby, it's been amazing being with you here but we have to get back. You don't have to come back with me now but if you really want this the-"

"I said fine," I say, throwing my hair products into my bag. He sighs before returning to the room to gather his things. After our bags are packed security takes them to the car. Derek follows behind them not bothering to say goodbye to Rose and Monica. I make my way to the kitchen to find them making out on the counter.

"Ew," I shriek. Monica begins to pull away but Rose keeps her close. "We are leaving," I say. Rose nods coming over to hug me. Monica stands awkwardly so I go in to hug her. She laughs nervously at the embrace.

"Thank you for talking with her," She whispers. I nod pulling away. I wave to them before making my way out the door. I make my way into the car sitting beside Derek, he's staring out the window deep in thought.

"Still mad at me" He questions.

"When am I not" I respond.

...

Once we make it back to New York, I'm too tired to stand. Derek carries me into the house with security trailing behind him with our bags. He takes me up to the room, taking off my jeans. My shirt and bra follow as he dresses me in one of his tee shirts. I drift off into sleep holding him next to me.

Shouts pull me from my slumber making me groan. I pull on my robe heading downstairs to the kitchen. The boxes from my apartment are still in the hallway reminding me that I need to fully unpack.

"Watch your back Rossi" Lorenzo Marcello screams. He leaves the kitchen with Leslie trailing behind him like a lost puppy. "You better pray for your whore's safety" He utters maliciously. He eyes me, his gaze falling to my chest. Derek lunges for him making Leslie yelp.

"Don't fucking speak to her, look at her, or think about her?" He says holding Lorenzo by his collar.

"Let go Derek" I utter crossing my hands over my chest. He lets go shoving Lorenzo. Derek turns away grabbing my hand pulling me away from them. The door closes assuring me that they left.