Alessandra Moretti: Alessandra is a 22 year old mechanic living in Santa Monica, California. She is an only child to her father Leonardo, and mother, Valentina, who died when Alessandra was a little girl. She is the best foreign car mechanic on the...
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee..! I turned off my alarm, rolled out of bed, grabbed a towel, and headed straight for the shower. Today was the day Domenico, Bailey, and I took off for Italy! Only bad part? It was freaking 2:45 in the morning. But who cares, I'm going to Italy! I won $7,500 a few days ago at The Streets, so I was using that in order to pay for everything, minus the ticket. For some reason, Domenico had paid for both Bailey's and my tickets. I mean, it's sweet, but dude, that's a lot of money.
"Aless! Get out of the shower. We have to leave in an hour and a half!" I just chuckled.
"Honey," I yelled back, "look at the time." I laughed when I could hear her angry grunt as I turned off the shower.
"It's 3 in the morning?! We aren't supposed to leave til 5, why am I up thirty minutes early?!"
"Because I knew that you were going to be in a rush if I didn't wake you up early." She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it, and headed towards the shower knowing I was right.
When I got back to my room, I unwrapped my towel from around my body, and grabbed my underwear and bra, laying them on my bed. I picked up my phone, opened soundcloud, and played Lights Down Low by Max and remixed by Not Your Dope remix. As I was setting my phone down, I felt it vibrate, notifying me that I had a text message.
Hot Dom: Hey, change of plans. Can u and Bailey meet me @ my hotel room @ 5. I have a surprise!
Me: Sure! But dont we have 2 b @ the airport @ 5?
Hot Dom: thats the surprise. We rnt taking a normal plane. I have my own. We r flying private
Me: holy crap!!! We will meet u there @5!
Me: we r heading to Domenico's instead @5! And we have a private plane!!!!!!!
Bailey: Yaasss!!!!!!
I put my phone back down on my bed, threw on my undergarments, and put on an white cami, a pair of ripped blue skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, and a pair of converse.
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I then put on some make up, did my hair, grabbed Bailey's and my suitcase, bringing it downstairs. We both grabbed a protein bar, and a bottle of water before heading out to the driveway. Bailey put our suitcases in the back seat of my Chevelle, while I started the car. As soon as she jumped in the passenger seat, we headed for Domenico's.
It was 4:58 in the morning when we reached Domenico's hotel room, I knocked on the door to let him know that we were there. He answered the door in a pair of blue jeans, and a black shirt that hugged him in all the right places. "Buongiorno, mio bellissimo, prezioso angelo." (1) He greeted while placing his arms around me, low around my back, grabbing my butt, and then giving me a long kiss, followed by a small peck, as I placed my hands around his neck. I smiled, looking up at him.
"Buongiorno, mio attraente, bell'uomo." I replied, giving him another peck on the lips (2).
"Oh, for crying out loud," Bailey groaned. "Get a room, you too." I chuckled, and looked back at her.
"You know, that could be arranged." I said, as I looked back at Domenico, and pulled him in closer by his belt loops.
"Yes, it could be," Domenico agreed, placing a kiss on my forehead, "but we have a plane to catch, amore mio." (3) He slid out of the way to allow both of us to come into his hotel room. I still remember the first time I was here. Man, I'm glad nothing happened between us that night. I haven't been intimate with someone since... since Dante. I could myself become saddened at the thought of what I saw that night. I didn't even realize I had my hand on the lower part of my belly until Domenico asked if I was doing okay. I nodded my head, gave him a smile, and set my luggage against the wall next to the door. Bailey and I sat on the bed and talked for a couple minutes as we waited for Domenico to finish packing all of his things.
After about another 15 minutes, Domenico finally finished, so we all grabbed our luggage and headed for the lobby where a car was waiting for us, to bring us to the plane. I was so excited, I can't believe it... we are going on a private JET!!!! Okay, Alessandra, keep your cool. Act like this is just a normal day. I looked over at Domenico. What's up with him. His entire look changed. He seems almost... on guard? Nervous? Stone-cold? Why does he keep looking at his phone like that ? Hmm? I kept watching him for a little while longer, inconspicuously. He seemed on edge ever since he got in the car, almost like reality is just now hitting him. What is going on with him?
We finally reached the plane, and the driver assisted us on the plane, and then grabbed our bags, and placed them on the plane also. This plane was amazing! It had 2 beds, a living room, a large table, and a huge sofa. It was stunning. But even with the amazing view on the plane, I couldn't stop paying attention to Domenico. Something was really bugging him, and I couldn't tell what it was. Well, Alessandra, you have 12 hours in the sky, wanna ask him there? It would be okay if I asked him what was going on, right? Aless! Stop over thinking this. Just ask him. Just get a drink first. I looked around for where the bar was. This was a private jet, it had to have a bar. I looked around for a few seconds until I passed the living room and voila! I found the bar! Jungle Juice, here I come.
