“What’s that for?” she asked, looking down at the t-shirt as though it would bite.
“You’ve been out all day. You’re not getting in my bed with your outside clothes on. Take that shit off and wear this,” I shoved the t-shirt in her hand because she was wasting precious time. I folded my arms as I waited for her to change.
“Aren’t you going to give me some privacy?” she asked. That question was dumb as fuck.
“You think I’ve never seen ass and titties before? I just came back from a strip club. I’ve seen every kind of female body part there is to see, in every shape and size. Besides, let’s get one thing straight. Anything that enters my front door and is on my property…belongs to me,” I licked my lips suggestively just to fuck with her.
“I’m not an object, I’m a person, and I belong to no one,” she tilted her chin upward proudly.
“I said what the fuck I said. Now hurry the fuck up,” I saw the corner of her mouth twitch. She was dying to respond,and I was waiting for her to make that mistake. Cutting her eyes angrily at me, she turned her back and began undressing.
Stripping out of her tank top and bra, she slipped the oversized t-shirt over her head. She made sure to expose as little as she could while taking her jeans off.
“Toss them in the basket over there,” I pointed to where she needed to put her dirty clothes. Once she was done, I flipped the covers back and waited for her to climb in. With reluctance, Dior got in, and I tucked the blanket around her as if she were a burrito. Climbing on top, I trapped her under and got comfortable so I could take my ass to sleep. Tomorrow was another day, I would figure out my next move on a clear head. One thing I knew was that I’m not about to marry anybody. I didn’t care how fine she was.
Chapter Four- Dior
I stirred a little in my sleep. Something felt off, which made it impossible to get back to sleep. I kept my eyes closed, knowing that the sandman wasn’t done with me yet.
Wait, what was that? Heavy breathing?A weird panting sound got louder, and then the feel of someone’s hot breath made my lash extensions flutter. Slowly, I cranked my eyes open. Looking down at me were a pair of brown eyes and a mouth with a long pink tongue hanging out.
“AAAhhhhh!” I released a blood-curdling scream. Doing a full turn to get away, I tumbled right off the bed and onto the floor.
“Woof,” Lotus barked softly as she stared down at me from on top of the bed. She seemed genuinely confused as to why I was sprawled out on the carpet.
“Lotus, get your ass off my bed, you know better,” the rough voice of a man who entered the bedroom reminded me of where I was and my circumstances.
I remained lying on the floor as Lotus hopped off the bed and ran to her master. Only when Buddha’s eyes zoomed downward did I realize that the t-shirt he gave me to sleep in was all the way up to my stomach. My entire lower half was on full display to his prying eyes. Scrambling, I yanked the t-shirt down and sprang to my feet.
I did my very best to ignore the fine specimen of the man who stood before me. Buddha wore white sweatpants. That was it, nothing more, nothing less. His curly hair was out, hanging loosely, reaching the tops of his shoulders. His hair was wet; I’m guessing he just came out of the shower.
The entire length of both his arms was covered in black and blue inkwork, all the way up to his throat. His chest andstomach were tattoo-free. Jesus, now tell me why in the hell was I staring at this man like a meal. For fucks sake, he kidnapped me!
“Do you always sleep like a newborn baby that got breastfed?” Buddha asked, folding his arms across his naked chest. I frowned at him, not sure what his problem was.
“What?” I asked, fidgeting to get my hair in a bun.
“Do you know what time it is?” I opened my mouth to reply, but he held his hand up to my face. I snapped my mouth shut, confused. Did he not ask me a question?
“It’s almost 8 o’clock,” Buddha said that shit as though I had slept for months and missed Christmas.
“And? What time do your other kidnapped victims wake up?” I knew being a smart ass wasn’t going to help, but I couldn’t stop myself. His features changed; those hard-to-read eyes grew very dark, and he stepped closer to me. I felt panic building in my chest as I took two steps back.
“My morning begins at 5 am, sometimes 4 am. From now on, that’s the time you’re expected to be up,”
Oh, this nigga done lost his mind. The only way I’m up that early is if I have to catch a flight out of town.
“Do I look like a rooster that crows at the crack of dawn to you? I’m not waking up that early,” I said defiantly, tilting my head upward so he’d know I meant business.
Buddha kept staring at me, then turned and left the room, with Lotus following. That’s when I noticed the large image of a man praying with his hands clasped under his chin, with his eyes closed. It was a tattoo of a praying Buddha. I suppose this was how he got his nickname.
I jumped a little as he slammed the door shut. After a couple of seconds, I began to panic. This man threatened to blow my brains out last night. Yet here I was, not knowing when toshut the fuck up. I began scanning the bedroom, hoping to find a phone.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and I damn near pissed myself. I yelped in fright and jumped on the bed to try to evade a very angry Buddha. He marched over and wrestled me on my back, pinning my hands above my head.
“What the fuck?” I muttered when I realized he was putting tie straps around my wrists again. I wriggled and struggled, kicking my legs upward as I tried to get this almost 7 ft, maybe 260lbs of pure muscle of a man off me. It was no use; he was successful in restraining me once again.
“Yeah, keep struggling, I like that shit. The more you struggle, the more you expose yourself for me to see,” Buddha said with a smirk as he looked down at my lower half. I don’t know how it happened, but the t-shirt was now bunched under my breasts. Buddha eyed my half-nakedness; he did not attempt to hide the way he was gawking at me.
