“The wedding is officially fucking over,” I heard Buddha bark into the mic before he dropped it on the floor. The loud static noise almost deafened everyone. Hoisting me easily onto his broad shoulders, Buddha began walking us away from the backyard. My arms dangled loosely as I hung from Buddha’s shoulder.
“You should get her under the shower, let the water revive her a bit, Phillipe. You should have been monitoring how much she was drinking. This is your fault,” Victoria scolded her son as she walked with him as we headed to the front door.
“Really? My fault, I didn’t know being a husband meant I had to babysit a grown assdonna(woman),” he adjusted me on his shoulder. I wanted to reassure them I was not drunk and I was quite capable of walking on my own. However, my words came out as a babbling mess.
“Your mother’s right, Buddha. Ricci men look out for their women. Hurry up and get her home,” Buddha scoffed at the way his father once again came to his mother’s defense. I opened my eyes to see we were now outside, approaching his Bugatti.
“Mmm,” I groaned in protest when Buddha took me off his shoulder, taking his time to place me in the front seat.
“Feel better, all you need is to sleep it off,” Victoria said as she stuck her head inside the car to speak to me. She gently rubbed my cheek in a soothing manner before she moved away. Buddha slammed the door, and before I knew it, we were on our way to his house.
“You get on my fucking nerves,” he muttered angrily. I looked at him, at the many lines on his forehead, as he scowled. I don’t know why I thought his annoyed facial expression was funny. Using my index finger, I reached over and tried to trace the creases on his forehead with my fingertip. He immediately swatted my hand away, which made me giggle.
“The fuck are you doing, Dior? Why the fuck will you get this drunk?”
“The fuck are you doing, Dior? Why the fuck will you get this drunk?” I repeated his sentence back to him in my best Buddha impersonation.
“I go out of my way to do something nice for you by bringing Mia and your sister, and this is the fucking thanks I get. A drunk fucking wife on her wedding day!” Buddha shouted at me. Hearing him mention Mia and Chanel felt like it sobered me up. That was the reason I started drinking in the first fucking place.
“Something nice? Seeing my best friend and hearing my autistic sister accuse me of leaving her. Buddha, that shit hurt more than if I’d never seen them again. I had to watch them leave, not knowing when I’ll see them next. All I want is to go home,” I covered my face in my hands and wept silently.
“All you want is to go home? Huh, Dior?” He asked in a mocking tone. “You’re my fucking wife. You’re not about to go a fucking place! You belong to me!”
“I don’t belong to anybody! You think this ring means anything? You think signing those fucking papers means you own me?” I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and held it in the palm of my hand. Buddha brought his car to a screeching halt in front of his house and turned to me.
“Put your fucking ring back on, Dior.” His voice was calm, but his face was daring me to defy him. The vision of Buddha feeding Jamieson to his pigs flashed before my eyes. Not to mention when I tried to run away and he caught me, tackled me to the ground, and pointed his Glock in my face.
Instead of challenging him, I slipped the ring on my finger so aggressively that I almost broke my damn finger.
“That’s what I thought,” Buddha said in a cocky manner. Avoiding punching this man square in his face, I pushed mydoor open and stormed out of his car. With the end of my dress bunched up in my hand, I marched up the steps unsteadily. I could hear Buddha following closely. I folded my arms, waiting for him to open the door, being sure not to make eye contact. I cut my eyes at Buddha as he took his keys out. Suddenly, my stomach did a weird lurch, and the next thing I knew, I felt everything in my stomach threatening to come spilling out of my mouth.
“Oh no, hurry up,” I grabbed my stomach with one hand as the other stayed by my mouth. Buddha turned to me. When he saw the way I was fighting not to vomit all over his front porch, he began to move with haste.
“You'd better wait until you get to the bathroom with yourculo ubriaco(drunk ass),” once the door was open, I bolted inside, tripping over Lotus in the process as she ran up to greet us. I barely made it in time, lifting the toilet lid, I retched loudly.
I spent a total of five minutes hunched over that toilet bowl. Buddha stood watch silently until he was sure I was done.
“Come on, get up. You need to go have a shower,” for once, I didn’t fuss. I allowed Buddha to gently pick me up. I moaned loudly as the room began to spin. I felt like shit as he unzipped my wedding dress. It fell around my ankles, and I stepped out of it.
“I’m gonna take these off,” he said, pointing at my bra and panties. I nodded so he would know it was okay. I held my breath as he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He was close enough that I could feel his body heat and smell his wonderful cologne.
My breathing shifted when my naked breasts popped out of the bra. Buddha licked his lips as he took in the view. Dropping to his knees, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and slid them down. Using his shoulders for balance, I stepped out of those also.
Maybe it was the fact that I was halfway sober, but I didn’t feel the need to hide my nakedness from his prying eyes. Taking my hand, Buddha led me to the shower and opened the ceiling-mounted faucet.
“Go ahead and get in. I'll come in with you.” Taking my time, I climbed inside the shower and allowed the warm spray of the water to sober me up. I washed all the makeup off my face, but didn’t let my hair get wet.
Before Buddha stripped out of his wedding suit. He placed toothpaste on my toothbrush. Then he took off his suit, dropping everything onto the floor next to my clothing. I took every inch of his naked body as he walked inside the shower to join me. After handing me my toothbrush, I brushed my teeth and then placed it on the shower caddy.
“Do you feel better?” I couldn’t help but notice the way his voice had changed. One would never believe we were just screaming our heads off at one another a short while ago.
“A little,” I replied, trying my best to ignore the mothafucking python between his legs. With his huge hands, Buddha began rubbing my shoulders. I had no clue what to even do with my hands, so I kept them at my sides as I stood awkwardly at attention.
“You’re mymoglie(wife), whether you like it or not. The more you fight me and the more defiant you are, the more I want to control you. I love females that make things hard for me, just so you know,” my heart rate picked up when he boldly cupped my breasts. I had no idea what was happening; we’re supposed to be fighting, clawing each other’s eyes out.
“Why? Why do you find the need to control me?” I asked, closing my eyes briefly as he made circles with his index finger around my nipples.
“Because it’s how I’m wired. You’ll understand in due time,” the way Buddha was speaking had me low-key confused.
