Chapter Six- Dior #2
“Congratulations, Phillipe, your wife is gorgeous,” Yelena Petrov said in a heavy Russian accent. I forced a smile as she and her husband came over to the table where Buddha and I were seated.
“Thank you, I only choose the best,” Buddha’s smug remark made me clench my jaw.
“It’s so lovely to meet you. Keeping up with Italian customs, this is for you,” Yelena handed me an envelope. I already knew it contained money. It was my third collection so far.
“Thank you so much,” I smiled, taking the envelope from her and placing it on top of the others.
“Phillipe, your father said you will be taking his spot with the upcoming deal we discussed,” Ivan spoke to Buddha, but he kept his eyes on me. I knew he was trying to read me, so I kept my composure under his scrutiny.
“Yes, I’m the man in charge from now on,” Buddha said, lifting his champagne flute and taking a sip.
“I look forward to it. Tell me how you and your new bride met?” Ivan asked, yet still his eyes remained glued on me. Reaching for my hand, Buddha grasped it protectively.
“Will you believe we met at one of those silly speed dating games? After I sat with her, I just knew I didn’t want another man to have the opportunity to snatch her up, so I did.
” Buddha turned to me with a wide smile on his face.
He lifted my hand so he could kiss my knuckles.
I could tell he was enjoying this way too much.
It’s a good thing Victoria encouraged us to have a story of how we met.
“Congratulations again, I can’t wait to start doing business with you,” Ivan said, his Russian accent so thick his words were barely understandable. With those words, Ivan and his wife Yelena walked away from our table.
Pulling my hand away from Buddha’s, I gulped my champagne down my throat.
“Easy, Dior, I don't want you getting stone drunk on our special day,” Buddha said, pressing his mouth against my ear. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol, and it felt warm against my cheek. I turned to him and bit my tongue, so I wouldn’t reply.
“When does this charade come to an end?” I asked because I was tired of acting and fake smiling.
“Aren’t you enjoying your wedding day?” Buddha asked, wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. I focused on his mouth for way too long, annoyed with myself. I looked away quickly.
“And now the bride and groom will have their first dance as husband and wife,” Tomasso’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at my father-in-law in horror as he smiled, waving Buddha and me over to the middle of the floor.
“What the fuck, Buddha?” I turned him, speaking without moving my lips like a ventriloquist. With a wide, stupid smile on his face. Buddha stood up and held his hand out to me. I knew I had no choice. With a tight, forced smile, I placed my hand in his.
The DJ I had no idea Victoria had hired started playing a song as we walked into the middle of the floor. Everyone’s attention was now on us. I took a deep breath as I lifted my hand and placed it on Buddha’s broad shoulders.
“Let’s give these people a show…wife,” he cheesed after saying the word wife. Since this part of the wedding wasn't one I expected, I had no idea what our so-called wedding song was.
He is a hustler, he’s no good at all
He is a loser, he’s a bum bum bum
He lies, he bluffs he’s unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun gun gun
The words of Brittany Spears' song "Criminal" began to play. I could not believe for the love of me who would choose this song as a wedding song. Buddha pulled me close and began swaying to the music. Judging from the expression on his face, I knew exactly who chose the song.
“Are you serious? You really picked this as our wedding song?” I wanted to punch him square in his face.
“I love this fucking song. Hold on, this is my favorite part.”
He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't smart
But mama, I’m in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn’t rational; it’s physical
My heart began beating in overdrive as Buddha looked into my eyes. His intense gaze did something to my insides. Giving me a devilish smile, his hands around me slid lower, cupping my ass. Firmly holding on to my flesh, he drew me even closer to him, pressing me against his hard body.
“Mama, don’t you cry, I will be alright. All reason aside, I just can’t deny, love that guy,” Buddha sang the last part of the chorus as he seductively moved against me to the beat of the music. It was almost as though he was making love to me in a weird fucking way with our clothes on.
I gasped softly when I felt Buddha’s dick grow hard on my mid-section. I looked away from him, watching everyone as they smiled as we danced. Oblivious to the fact that this man’s erection had me dizzy.
“I have a surprise for you,” Buddha said, making me turn to him. I gave him a suspicious look, studying his face, trying to figure out what he meant.
“A surprise?” I asked doubtfully with an eyebrow raised. He nodded his head in response.
“Does your surprise have to do with what’s pressing against my stomach currently?
” I asked. I guess my question hit his funny bone because the corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed softly.
His laughter made me relax because, for the first time, I saw another emotion from him, rather than a cold asshole
“Na, that surprise is for tonight when I make you beg me to fuck you,” and just like that, the smile vanished from his face. Replaced by his darkness as he said what he did. Now it was my turn to smile because this nigga had some nerve.
“You are so fucking arrogant. What makes you think that your dick is one I’d beg for? Keep…fucking…dreaming,” I spaced my words out as I stared directly at him so he would know I meant every last word that I said.
His devilish smile returned, dipping his face close to mine so he could speak.
“I love a fucking challenge,” Buddha said just as the sound ended and everyone started clapping.
Our bodies stopped moving, and I pulled away from him slowly, reaching for my hand.
He interlocked our fingers, and with his other hand, he placed it strategically in front to hide his erection.
“Just give me a couple of seconds, and I’ll take you to your surprise,” I looked over at him with a curious expression, wondering what the hell he was up to. Then a thought hit me, and I began to feel sick to my stomach.
“Do you plan on taking me back to that pig pen? I swear to God, Buddha, if you take me back there so you can feed the rest of that man for me to witness…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as the vision popped into my head. I damn near threw up in my mouth.
“Na, it’s not that. Besides, I already fed what was left of Jamieson to those fat mothafuckas. Now, let’s go,” Buddha said that shit like it was just another ordinary day. Guiding me away from our wedding guests, Buddha stopped by his father.
“We’ll be right back. I just need about fifteen minutes alone with my wife,” he gave a sly smile as he patted his father on his shoulder. Tomasso smiled at his son before we made our way to the back door.
“Where are you taking me?” I was beginning to get worried. I did not fully trust this man. He was a fucking lunatic. Once we were away from the eyes of everyone, Buddha released my hand. My question went unanswered, so I stopped walking. Buddha paused and looked back at me.
“You love being fucking defiant,” he said calmly, shoving his hands inside his pants pocket as he glared at me.
“Why can’t you tell me where we’re going, Buddha?” He narrowed his eyes at me before taking one step closer.
“Do you seriously think I’m going to do what? Harm you on our wedding day, Dior? Don’t you think the perfect time to end your life would have been when you pulled that little stunt in the middle of the notte, petardo (night, firecracker)?”
“Then, why won’t you tell me?” I asked.
“Because it’s a surprise. Now, trust me,” Buddha said, with his hand outstretched so I could take it. I looked down at it and knew trust was the last thing I had in this man. Against my better judgment, I placed my hand in his.
Buddha led us straight out of the main house to his Bugatti parked out front. Opening the door for me, I gathered my dress and sat down. Hopping behind the wheel, he started his car and drove off. My curiosity deepened further when he headed back to his house.
I snuck a peek at him as he drove. His face was stoic as he concentrated.
I couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked.
I bit back a smile when I thought about my best friend Mia.
I wondered what she would say if I could tell her right now that I got married to the handsome stranger who had interrupted me on the night we went speed dating.
I felt sad in a way because even though this marriage was fake, I still wished the people I loved could be here.
“Why is Lorenzo standing guard at the front door?” I asked when we pulled up to the house, and I saw Lorenzo there. I could have sworn we left him back at the wedding reception with everyone else.
“Wait here,” Buddha said, switching off the engine. I sat and watched him approach Lorenzo. They spoke briefly before Buddha disappeared inside, leaving Lorenzo at the door.
“Jesus, what is this?” I began to feel panic rising in my throat. What if he planned to lock me away again and have Lorenzo stand guard? I didn’t care what I had to do, but I wasn’t about to let that happen without a fight.
I nervously toyed with my dress as I waited to see what was about to happen. A few minutes later, Buddha came out of the house, walked right by Lorenzo, and up to my door.
“Get out,” he ordered me, opening the door and holding it so I could comply. Quietly, I emerged from the car and stood waiting for my next instructions.