Pulling my hand away from Buddha’s, I gulped my champagne down my throat.
“Easy, Dior, I don't want you getting stone drunk on our special day,” Buddha said, pressing his mouth against my ear. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol, and it felt warm against my cheek. I turned to him and bit my tongue, so I wouldn’t reply.
“When does this charade come to an end?” I asked because I was tired of acting and fake smiling.
“Aren’t you enjoying your wedding day?” Buddha asked, wetting his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. I focused on his mouth for way too long, annoyed with myself. I looked away quickly.
“And now the bride and groom will have their first dance as husband and wife,” Tomasso’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at my father-in-law in horror as he smiled, waving Buddha and me over to the middle of the floor.
“What the fuck, Buddha?” I turned him, speaking without moving my lips like a ventriloquist. With a wide, stupid smile on his face. Buddha stood up and held his hand out to me. I knew I had no choice. With a tight, forced smile, I placed my hand in his.
The DJ I had no idea Victoria had hired started playing a song as we walked into the middle of the floor. Everyone’s attention was now on us. I took a deep breath as I lifted my hand and placed it on Buddha’s broad shoulders.
“Let’s give these people a show…wife,” he cheesed after saying the word wife. Since this part of the wedding wasn't one I expected, I had no idea what our so-called wedding song was.
He is a hustler, he’s no good at all
He is a loser, he’s a bum bum bum
He lies, he bluffs he’s unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun gun gun
The words of Brittany Spears' song"Criminal"began to play. I could not believe for the love of me who would choose this song as a wedding song. Buddha pulled me close and began swaying to the music. Judging from the expression on his face, I knew exactly who chose the song.
“Are you serious? You really pickedthisas our wedding song?” I wanted to punch him square in his face.
“I love this fucking song. Hold on, this is my favorite part.”
He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't smart
But mama, I’m in love with a criminal
And this type of love isn’t rational; it’s physical
My heart began beating in overdrive as Buddha looked into my eyes. His intense gaze did something to my insides. Giving me a devilish smile, his hands around me slid lower, cupping my ass. Firmly holding on to my flesh, he drew me even closer to him, pressing me against his hard body.
“Mama, don’t you cry, I will be alright. All reason aside, I just can’t deny, love that guy,” Buddha sang the last part of the chorus as he seductively moved against me to the beat of the music. It was almost as though he was making love to me in a weird fucking way with our clothes on.
I gasped softly when I felt Buddha’s dick grow hard on my mid-section. I looked away from him, watching everyone as they smiled as we danced. Oblivious to the fact that this man’s erection had me dizzy.
“I have a surprise for you,” Buddha said, making me turn to him. I gave him a suspicious look, studying his face, trying to figure out what he meant.
“A surprise?” I asked doubtfully with an eyebrow raised. He nodded his head in response.
“Does your surprise have to do with what’s pressing against my stomach currently?” I asked. I guess my question hit his funny bone because the corners of his eyes crinkled as he laughed softly. His laughter made me relax because, for the first time, I saw another emotion from him, rather than a cold asshole
“Na, that surprise is for tonight when I make you beg me to fuck you,” and just like that, the smile vanished from his face. Replaced by his darkness as he said what he did. Now it was my turn to smile because this nigga had some nerve.
“You are so fucking arrogant. What makes you think that your dick is one I’d beg for? Keep…fucking…dreaming,” I spaced my words out as I stared directly at him so he would know I meant every last word that I said.
His devilish smile returned, dipping his face close to mine so he could speak. “I love a fucking challenge,” Buddha said just as the sound ended and everyone started clapping. Our bodies stopped moving, and I pulled away from him slowly, reaching for my hand. He interlocked our fingers, and with his other hand, he placed it strategically in front to hide his erection.
“Just give me a couple of seconds, and I’ll take you to your surprise,” I looked over at him with a curious expression, wondering what the hell he was up to. Then a thought hit me, and I began to feel sick to my stomach.
“Do you plan on taking me back to that pig pen? I swear to God, Buddha, if you take me back there so you can feed the rest of that man for me to witness…” I couldn’t even finish mysentence as the vision popped into my head. I damn near threw up in my mouth.
