Chapter Six- Dior #5
“Put your fucking ring back on, Dior.” His voice was calm, but his face was daring me to defy him. The vision of Buddha feeding Jamieson to his pigs flashed before my eyes. Not to mention when I tried to run away and he caught me, tackled me to the ground, and pointed his Glock in my face.
Instead of challenging him, I slipped the ring on my finger so aggressively that I almost broke my damn finger.
“That’s what I thought,” Buddha said in a cocky manner.
Avoiding punching this man square in his face, I pushed my door open and stormed out of his car.
With the end of my dress bunched up in my hand, I marched up the steps unsteadily.
I could hear Buddha following closely. I folded my arms, waiting for him to open the door, being sure not to make eye contact.
I cut my eyes at Buddha as he took his keys out.
Suddenly, my stomach did a weird lurch, and the next thing I knew, I felt everything in my stomach threatening to come spilling out of my mouth.
“Oh no, hurry up,” I grabbed my stomach with one hand as the other stayed by my mouth. Buddha turned to me. When he saw the way I was fighting not to vomit all over his front porch, he began to move with haste.
“You'd better wait until you get to the bathroom with your culo ubriaco (drunk ass),” once the door was open, I bolted inside, tripping over Lotus in the process as she ran up to greet us. I barely made it in time, lifting the toilet lid, I retched loudly.
I spent a total of five minutes hunched over that toilet bowl. Buddha stood watch silently until he was sure I was done.
“Come on, get up. You need to go have a shower,” for once, I didn’t fuss. I allowed Buddha to gently pick me up. I moaned loudly as the room began to spin. I felt like shit as he unzipped my wedding dress. It fell around my ankles, and I stepped out of it.
“I’m gonna take these off,” he said, pointing at my bra and panties. I nodded so he would know it was okay. I held my breath as he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He was close enough that I could feel his body heat and smell his wonderful cologne.
My breathing shifted when my naked breasts popped out of the bra. Buddha licked his lips as he took in the view. Dropping to his knees, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and slid them down. Using his shoulders for balance, I stepped out of those also.
Maybe it was the fact that I was halfway sober, but I didn’t feel the need to hide my nakedness from his prying eyes. Taking my hand, Buddha led me to the shower and opened the ceiling-mounted faucet.
“Go ahead and get in. I'll come in with you.” Taking my time, I climbed inside the shower and allowed the warm spray of the water to sober me up. I washed all the makeup off my face, but didn’t let my hair get wet.
Before Buddha stripped out of his wedding suit.
He placed toothpaste on my toothbrush. Then he took off his suit, dropping everything onto the floor next to my clothing.
I took every inch of his naked body as he walked inside the shower to join me.
After handing me my toothbrush, I brushed my teeth and then placed it on the shower caddy.
“Do you feel better?” I couldn’t help but notice the way his voice had changed. One would never believe we were just screaming our heads off at one another a short while ago.
“A little,” I replied, trying my best to ignore the mothafucking python between his legs. With his huge hands, Buddha began rubbing my shoulders. I had no clue what to even do with my hands, so I kept them at my sides as I stood awkwardly at attention.
“You’re my moglie (wife), whether you like it or not.
The more you fight me and the more defiant you are, the more I want to control you.
I love females that make things hard for me, just so you know,” my heart rate picked up when he boldly cupped my breasts.
I had no idea what was happening; we’re supposed to be fighting, clawing each other’s eyes out.
“Why? Why do you find the need to control me?” I asked, closing my eyes briefly as he made circles with his index finger around my nipples.
“Because it’s how I’m wired. You’ll understand in due time,” the way Buddha was speaking had me low-key confused.
“Why are you talking as if we’re really married?”
“We are really married,” he replied, dipping his head, and he began kissing my neck. I closed my eyes as I felt my body slowly come to life. This was all very fucking confusing. Being intimate with Buddha was not part of the plan. Wasn’t this still a business arrangement I had no say over?
“I’m lost. Will I still be allowed to leave after Lewis repays what he stole?” Buddha immediately pulled back and watched me as if I suddenly had a horn protruding from the middle of my forehead.
“Leave?” He asked in an incredulous tone. With a low chuckle, Buddha turned the shower off and stepped out. Leaving me standing in the bathroom, wondering what I said wrong. With wide eyes, I watched as he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked off into the bedroom.
“What the fuck?” I whispered, following his steps naked as the day I was born. I wasn’t even concerned about that. What I was concerned about was the fact that it seemed as though I had been duped…lied to!
Buddha opened one of the dresser drawers and took out a pair of sweatpants, ignoring me as though I wasn’t waiting for him to clarify what he meant. A few seconds passed as he walked back into the bathroom, picked up our wedding clothes, and placed them in his laundry basket.
“So you’re just gonna ignore my question?” I asked, starting to feel a chill because I was still naked.
Unwrapping the towel from around his waist, Buddha casually threw it around his shoulders.
“You got nice fucking breasts, you know that,” this man was insufferable.
Walking to him, I snatched the towel from around his shoulders and covered myself.
Buddha laughed as if what I did was funny, then picked up the sweatpants and put them on.
“Ricci men don’t get divorced. Arranged marriage or not, we're locked in,” he said, lifting his hand and pointing at his wedding ring.
“The hell we are!” I yelled, ready for a fight.
“Oh yeah. Then go ahead, let me see you leave,” he moved aside, pointing to the closed bedroom door.
His eyes were daring me to do something stupid.
He knew good and well that there was no way I was going to attempt making a run for it a second time.
My chest heaved up and down in anger. I wanted to scream in his face so badly.
Sensing defeat and knowing that arguing with this man would send me to the madhouse. I decided to call it a day.
“You know what, I’ll just take my ass to bed. Can I have one of your t-shirts, please?” I said, sticking out my hand. Buddha looked down at my hand and, after a few seconds, rubbed his chin.
“Na.”
“Excuse you? What do you mean, na?” I dropped my hand at my side. Buddha was definitely trying my patience.
“It’s our wedding night, remember? Climb in that mothafucka naked,” he said, taking a bold step toward me as he tried to grab the towel. I quickly swatted his hand away as I took a step back.
“What’s that have to do with anything? I’m not really your wife. So all of this is off limits,” I pointed at myself, lifting an eyebrow because he sure did have a lot of nerve.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes,” I clarified, slapping his hand away for the second time as he made another grab for me.
“Let me eat your pussy real quick,” Buddha said, licking his lips in a very lewd and suggestive manner. I began laughing hysterically, believing that he had lost his entire mind.
“I beg your finest pardon,” I gasped, not knowing what else to do.
“You heard me, let me suck on that clit,” Buddha’s eye contact was so intense I almost choked on my saliva. It was almost as if he just asked me to go for a drive.
“You are by far the most arrogant, disgusting excuse of a man…” I couldn’t even complete my sentence because Buddha started laughing. “You know what, fuck you, Buddha.” To be honest, I didn’t even know why I was upset. All I knew was that I was fuming.
“There she is,” Buddha said, wagging his finger at me.
“The Dior that likes it rough, this Dior likes to fight because it makes her figa (pussy) wet,” I was at a loss for words, not because Buddha’s claim was preposterous but because I fear he was correct.
This man right here brought out a different side of me that I had no idea existed.
On one hand, I wanted to fight him, like I wanted to break his fucking jaw.
But then, I wanted him to rip all my clothes off and fuck me until I couldn’t see straight.
This made no sense to me because I’d be damned if I developed feelings for the man who took me against my will.
I knew I was attracted to him from the first time I saw him.
Who wouldn’t be? He was a very handsome man.
I would simply fight my yearnings; that was all.
I would fight these feelings like an MMA fighter.
“You’re fucking delusional, and I’m going to bed; it’s been a long day. Can I please have a t-shirt?” I asked again because I couldn’t possibly go to sleep in a damp towel.
“I already said no,” I threw my hands in the air in defeat.
Throwing the covers back, I took the towel off, tossing it at Buddha, hitting him dead in his face.
I snickered at his reaction before I climbed under the covers and tucked myself tightly in.
At least Buddha sleeps above, so my nudity wouldn’t be an issue.
“If I’m lucky, I’ll die in my sleep,” I muttered, turning my back to him as I closed my eyes. I ignored the dip in the mattress, which meant Buddha had climbed in. What I could not ignore was the warm feel of his body, skin to skin contact.