“The sooner you get that, the easier this union will be. Do you fucking understand me, Dior?” I could tell just by the way her nostrils were flaring a tiny bit that she didn’t quite enjoy my little speech. I waited for her to say some slick shit, so I could leave her ass locked in this room for yet another night.
However…
“I understand Buddha,” even though she said what was needed, I could tell it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Saying nothing, I picked up my glass with the fingers that were just inside of her pussy. I dipped them inside the warm liquid, twirling them around, mixing Dior’s juices with the expensive bourbon. Removing my fingers, I placed them inside my mouth and sucked them dry.
“Now that I have made myself clear. Get up, take that dress off, put your clothes back on, and let’s go. You’ll spend the night here at the main house. I dare you to try some silly shit under Tomasso’s roof. Also, if you think I’m bad, as is my father. You have no idea just how deadly Victoria Ricci can be.” Dior got up from my lap, listening attentively to my warnings.
She remained silent as she removed the wedding dress and began getting dressed. Getting to my feet, I picked up the dress and placed it back in the bridal bag, then zipped it closed.
“Are you ready?” I asked once she was done adjusting her clothing. She stood upright and looked over at me. Nodding her head before she realized she needed to use her words.
“Yes.”
“Let’s go,” I said, leading the way. Lorenzo should be back by now. So I knocked on the door, letting him know I was ready to leave. The door immediately opened, and Lorenzo looked at me, then at Dior, who was standing next to me.
“She’s coming with me. Thanks for looking out for her,” I expressed my gratitude to the man who has been working for my family for over a decade.
“No problem, Phillipe,” he said, moving out of the way so Dior and I could walk past. Silently, the three of us made our way away from thestanza buia.
“Dior will spend the night in one of the guest bedrooms,” I said, dropping the dress next to my mother, once we made our way into the living room of the main house. My parents were still in the same spot where I left them. Dior stood back with her head bent as if she were afraid of being scolded.
“Dior, are you hungry?” My mother asked, getting to her feet. I observed the way she walked up to Dior and took her hand.
“Yeah, a little,” Dior replied with a shy smile.
“Let me make you something to eat. Phillipe, why don’t you come join us in the kitchen?” My mother said, leading the way. I cursed repeatedly in my head as I looked over at my father, hoping he would help me.
“I’ll be in my office,” Tomasso said, getting up from his seat. He walked over to my mother and kissed her cheek.
“Really?” I said, making a face as my father retreated, leaving me alone with these two women.
“Yes, really,” he answered before he disappeared in the opposite direction. Pinching between my eyes, I walked into thekitchen. My mother was fluttering around while plating Dior’s food. Dior was seated, waiting patiently to be fed. I took a seat next to her and looked at my mother.
“Did you two come up with a story of how you met?” My mother asked, placing a huge serving of her famous spaghetti and meatballs in Italian style. Dior immediately picked up her fork and began eating as if she had been starving. I would swear Lorenzo hadn’t been feeding her when she was locked in the room.
“What do you mean?” I asked my mother, wondering why she didn’t offer me anything to eat.
“Phillipe, the only people who know about Dior and the fact that this marriage is arranged are us. You two need some sort of cute meet and greet story,” leaning against the kitchen counter opposite where we were seated, my mother waited for us to come up with something.
“Is this a fucking joke?” I asked as she folded her arms under her breasts, giving me an exasperated look.
“Does it sound like I’m joking, Phillipe?” She placed a hand on her hip. I looked over at Dior; she had such an intrigued look on her face. I was curious to know what she was thinking.
“What’s going on up here?” I tapped the side of her head as I asked my question. Placing her fork down on her plate, she finished chewing her food before speaking.
“If it’s ok to ask. How did you and your husband meet Victoria?” Dior asked cautiously, looking at me, hoping I wasn’t going to blow up because she clearly was violating rule number one. My mother, on the other hand, broke into a smile, and she stepped closer.
“Of course you can ask,” I frowned a bit because there was something different about her. I knew exactly what it was; she liked Dior. This was indeed a revelation because my mother rarely liked anybody.
“Tomasso saved me from a very abusive relationship. I was young, and my home life wasn’t the best. I didn’t have positive examples of what love looked like, witnessing my mother being used as a punching bag by my father. I kind of fell into the cycle. Tomasso was on a trip to the US. It was then that he found out he had a stepbrother, Francesco. So he flew in for a visit. I guess God placed Tomasso at the right place at the right time.
“I was in the gas station pumping gas, while my lazy ass boyfriend at the time, Luis, sat and waited. This guy randomly passed by and said hello to me. I politely replied that was my biggest mistake. Luis heard me, and he got out of the car and started whopping my ass. It just so happened that Tomasso and Francesco had just pulled into the gas station. They dragged Luis off me; Tomasso saved me that day. Francesco took me to the hospital and Tomasso…well, let’s just say he took Luis for a ride and he was never heard from again.”
I listened to my mother retell her story. A story that I hated immensely, the thought of a man laying a hand on my mother made me extremely angry.
“The next thing I knew, I was on a plane back to Italy. I lived there with Tomasso until we came back to the US and started our lives here. He decided that being in the US with Francseco was better for work. So, you two need a story on how y'all met. Nothing as dramatic as mine, of course.”
“Well, we officially met at a speed dating game. He sat down and scared the hell out of me. I guess we can say we met there,” Dior offered the story of the first time I practically forced my way into her life.
