Yeah, she’s in a mood all right.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours? You’ve been off since you got home from work.”
“Nothing,” she says, but even the look in her eyes tells me she’s lying while trying to avoid this conversation. She then puts her hand on mine and changes her body language and voice when she says, “Shit, I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ve been off because some stuff happened at work today.”
“What stuff?”
“Just stuff.” She leans in close so she can kiss me before glancing at the bridal table and saying, “Now that they’re finished with the speeches, I’m going to the bathroom.”
She pushes up out of her seat to leave, but I stand, and catch her hand, stopping her. “You’ve been to the bathroom ten fuckin’ times tonight, sweet thing. What gives?”
“I haven’t been ten fucking times,” she says all muttery and grumbly.
“Yeah, you have.”
She opens her mouth to continue arguing with me but is interrupted when Kathy joins us.
“Oh my God, Velvet,” she says, gushy as fuck and not in the kind of way that sounds genuine. “You look ah-may-zing! Tell me who did your hair!”
If I was a chick, I’d fucking roll my eyes right now. I have no idea how Velvet puts up with this woman.
“Roxie from the salon where I work did it for me,” Velvet says, giving Kathy a huge smile. All I can wonder is where the fuck my smile is because she hasn’t fucking smiled at me like that this afternoon. “You look so beautiful, and the wedding was amazing. Congratulations.”
Kathy beams like she just got plugged into the mains and stole every fucking ounce of electricity from every other fucker. Between all this white in my face, and this fucking beaming going on, I’m not going to have any energy left because it’s going to take everything I have in me just to survive the next few minutes.
“Oh, you are a darling,” Kathy says before shifting her attention to me. “And Nash, don’t you look good in a suit.” She winks at me before looking back at Velvet and saying, “It’s a good thing I never saw him in a suit before today, otherwise I might have ditched Jimmy and chased after your man instead.”
Jesus fuck.
How much fucking longer can this shit last?
Velvet answers my question when she moves into me, sliding her arm possessively around my waist, and saying, “Itisa good thing, Kathy, because the rejection would have hurt.”
I almost fucking choke on the laughter threatening to take over my body.
Velvet’s tone is as possessive as her body language. Not something I see often. My wife is secure in her knowledge thatI’m hers, and hers alone, but fuck me, Kathy may have finally found a way to annoy Velvet as much as she annoys me.
“Oh babe,” Kathy says, swatting at her. “You know I’d never dream of stealing your man. I mean, goodness, I just got married.”
Velvet grips my shirt, leaning even harder against me. “I know,” she says all sweet without the actual real sweet.
Kathy looks at her like she’s trying to figure out Velvet’s true feelings—me too, Kathy, me fucking too—and I wonder if we’re about to have some girl-on-girl fight action here. I’m all the fuck for it if we are. Maybe it’ll get me out of this reception sooner. But she ruins all my hope when she reaches out for Velvet, squeezes her hand, and says, “Right, I better get back to my husband, sweetie. I’ll come find you later for a drink.”
I watch her walk away, enjoying the hell out of Velvet’s grip on me.
“We need to find you more friends who threaten to steal me,” I say. “This possessiveness you’ve got going on is hot.”
She grips my shirt harder, her nails digging into me. “Trust me, you do not want to see me fight for you.”
I chuckle and rest my hand on her ass. “Trust me, I fuckin’ do.”
Looking up at me, she shakes her head, but there’s a smile on her face, and fuck me, it’s beautiful. “I love you, baby, but you are the worst sometimes. You should not encourage these mood swings.”
I lift my brows. “Oh, so we’re admitting shit for what it is now?”
She purses her lips and lets me go. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
Before I have a chance to ask her why the hell she’s making so many trips to the bathroom, she’s gone.
