“What the fuck you want me to do, Buddha? She said she’s in love with me. Maybe her keeping it won’t be so bad,” he shrugged it off. I covered my face with the palms of my hands.
“Maybe who keeping what won’t be so bad?” The sound of Ciara had me cursing in my head. I slowly turned to where she was standing. With her arms folded under her breasts, Ciara stood at the entrance of the living room. I made a face at what she was wearing. She wore a black lace bra and black shorts that could easily pass for panties.
“None of your fucking business,” I told her, turning back to my brother. I immediately got to my feet because Ciara couldn’t know what I was talking to my brother about. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t be late nigga, remember you’re my best man,” I reminded my brother as I dapped him up before I got ready to leave.
“I take my duties as best man very seriously. I’ll be there before you even get there,” Snow cheesed at me before he settledback on the sofa, closing his eyes. I shook my head, wishing my brother would get it together and kick his drug habit one day. Making my way to the front door, I heard Ciara’s footsteps walking closely behind me.
“What were you two talking about, Phillipe?” Just hearing her voice irritated the fuck outta me. I ignored her question as I continued on my way. “Is that nigga cheating on me?” Ciara’s question made me pause, and I turned to her.
“What makes you think if he was cheating on you, I’d tell your dumb, coked-out ass anything? And don’t you think before you come downstairs, you should put some fucking clothes on?” I pointed at her attire, uninterested.
“Why do you care what I’m wearing? Unless you like what you see,” she smiled at me, and I remained unfazed.
“Ciara, my dick wouldn’t get hard for you if you dropped to your knees right at this moment and started sucking my dick,” she always made these slick comments whenever nobody was around, hoping one day I’d take the bait.
“Fuck you, Phillipe,” she said, angry that once again her slick advances didn’t work.
Smiling in her face because I was loving this, I bent to get closer. “You wish I’d bury this big mothafucka inside of your guts,” I purposely reached down and adjusted my dick in my pants before I turned to be on my way.
“Yeah, hurry up and get the fuck out of my house. I know one thing, Snow better not be cheating on me, or there will be hell to pay.”
I flipped her my middle finger as I walked out the front door. Once I sat in my ride, I had to force myself to stop thinking about Snow and the shit storm he was slowly creating. An interesting thought popped into my head as I started my car and made my way home. I took my phone, and after searching like I was some sort of detective, I found exactly who I was looking for.I shook my head as I dialed the number. People made it way too easy to gain complete access to them online and on social media.
“Hello?” the female answered on the other end, in a tone that said she was wondering what strange number was calling.
“Is this Mia?” I asked, pulling up to my house, I switched off my engine.
“Yes, who is this?” She asked, sounding very confused. I smiled before I began talking.
Chapter Six- Dior
I wanted to throw up so fucking bad. I tried to keep the expression on my face neutral as I looked at myself. Once again, I was left to wonder how in the fuck this became my life. I always believed that one day I would wake up in my room, in my house, and realize this was all just some terrible nightmare.
However, that never happened. Shit, I pinched my arm a total of five times today, and still this nightmare kept going.
“Oh, Dior. You look absolutely stunning,” Victoria said as she came to stand next to me. We both looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror, clearly showing different emotions. Victoria was weirdly happy; meanwhile, I wanted to fucking die. I legit wanted God to take me home. I wanted my heart to just stop beating.
I studied my reflection; now, under different circumstances, I would definitely have agreed with Victoria. I looked like I was about to marry royalty. The Balenciaga wedding dress hugged me in all the right places. Even though it wasn’t what may be considered a traditional wedding dress, it had no veil or a long train. It was still very elegant. Victoria made sure that someone came early this morning to do my hair.
Shit, I had to wake up at 6 am to meet with the hairstylist. This family woke up at insanely early hours that I just couldn’t get with. My hair is styled in an updo with at least a dozen pin curls, forming a classy crown on my head. A white floral piece was entwined around the curls.
The MUA had just finished my makeup. It wasn’t too heavy but just right. The one thing that I couldn’t stop looking at was the jewelry. Victoria allowed me to choose one of her many designer sets. I had to choose between Cartier, Van Cleef &Arpels, Tiffany & Co., just to name a few. Victoria had a separate closet for her jewelry alone. The shit was insane.
I ended up settling on a Panther Canope necklace. It was exquisitely crafted from diamond-encrusted leaves, with a Panther protecting a huge 26.5-carat sapphire. On my wrist was another Panther, wrapped around it with a diamond-covered ring. The bracelet was made up of diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds. In my ears were simple diamond studs. When Victoria told me how much both pieces cost, I almost shit myself. This jewelry could have easily purchased a house and a luxury car.
“Dior, I know you’re praying for the day your stepfather would be able to repay his debt owed to my husband.” Victoria placed her hands on my shoulders, turning me to face her. “I want you to consider staying here with my Phillipe,” I frowned slightly because she must be out of her ever-loving mind. I’m being forced into this marriage, and now she seriously wants me to consider falling in love with her psychotic son and staying married to him!
“Why?” This was a legit question. What makes Victoria think that Buddha and I would be a good match for each other?
“Dior, I know my son, he’s a very tough nut to crack. But when he loves someone, he loves them with everything he has in him. I just know that you two can make this work; all you have to do is try to understand him,” she grabbed both sides of my face as she spoke, looking directly into my eyes.
“Victoria, I witnessed your son feed a dead man to his pigs. Like he lifted a decapitated arm and tossed it in that pig pen,” I told her incredulously. I knew this wasn’t news to her. I knew Victoria was just as ruthless as the men and that she knew they were feeding dead bodies to those pigs.
“Oh, you mean Jamieson? He was no good; the world is a better place without him. Dior, my darling, please think about what I said. I’d love to have you as my daughter-in-law. Godknows I can’t consider Ciara as one,” smiling at me, she leaned in and kissed my cheek.
It was at that very moment that I understood exactly what Sofia meant. This family was indeed dysfunctional, and I was about to marry right into this melee.
“Now, let’s go get you married. Tomasso is waiting to walk you down the aisle to meet the pastor.” Victoria reached for my hand, never mind, I felt as though I was on the verge of passing the fuck out.
