“Why are you talking as if we’re really married?”
“We are really married,” he replied, dipping his head, and he began kissing my neck. I closed my eyes as I felt my body slowly come to life. This was all very fucking confusing. Being intimate with Buddha was not part of the plan. Wasn’t this still a business arrangement I had no say over?
“I’m lost. Will I still be allowed to leave after Lewis repays what he stole?” Buddha immediately pulled back and watched me as if I suddenly had a horn protruding from the middle of my forehead.
“Leave?” He asked in an incredulous tone. With a low chuckle, Buddha turned the shower off and stepped out. Leaving me standing in the bathroom, wondering what I said wrong. With wide eyes, I watched as he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked off into the bedroom.
“What the fuck?” I whispered, following his steps naked as the day I was born. I wasn’t even concerned about that. What I was concerned about was the fact that it seemed as though I had been duped…lied to!
Buddha opened one of the dresser drawers and took out a pair of sweatpants, ignoring me as though I wasn’t waiting for him to clarify what he meant. A few seconds passed as he walked back into the bathroom, picked up our wedding clothes, and placed them in his laundry basket.
“So you’re just gonna ignore my question?” I asked, starting to feel a chill because I was still naked.
Unwrapping the towel from around his waist, Buddha casually threw it around his shoulders. “You got nice fucking breasts, you know that,” this man was insufferable. Walking to him, I snatched the towel from around his shoulders and covered myself. Buddha laughed as if what I did was funny, then picked up the sweatpants and put them on.
“Ricci men don’t get divorced. Arranged marriage or not, we're locked in,” he said, lifting his hand and pointing at his wedding ring.
“The hell we are!” I yelled, ready for a fight.
“Oh yeah. Then go ahead, let me see you leave,” he moved aside, pointing to the closed bedroom door. His eyes were daring me to do something stupid. He knew good and well that there was no way I was going to attempt making a run for it a second time. My chest heaved up and down in anger. I wanted to scream in his face so badly. Sensing defeat and knowing that arguing with this man would send me to the madhouse. I decided to call it a day.
“You know what, I’ll just take my ass to bed. Can I have one of your t-shirts, please?” I said, sticking out my hand. Buddha looked down at my hand and, after a few seconds, rubbed his chin.
“Na.”
“Excuse you? What do you mean, na?” I dropped my hand at my side. Buddha was definitely trying my patience.
“It’s our wedding night, remember? Climb in that mothafucka naked,” he said, taking a bold step toward me as he tried to grab the towel. I quickly swatted his hand away as I took a step back.
“What’s that have to do with anything? I’m not really your wife. So all of this is off limits,” I pointed at myself, lifting an eyebrow because he sure did have a lot of nerve.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes,” I clarified, slapping his hand away for the second time as he made another grab for me.
“Let me eat your pussy real quick,” Buddha said, licking his lips in a very lewd and suggestive manner. I began laughing hysterically, believing that he had lost his entire mind.
“I beg your finest pardon,” I gasped, not knowing what else to do.
“You heard me, let me suck on that clit,” Buddha’s eye contact was so intense I almost choked on my saliva. It was almost as if he just asked me to go for a drive.
“You are by far the most arrogant, disgusting excuse of a man…” I couldn’t even complete my sentence because Buddha started laughing. “You know what, fuck you, Buddha.” To be honest, I didn’t even know why I was upset. All I knew was that I was fuming.
“There she is,” Buddha said, wagging his finger at me. “The Dior that likes it rough, this Dior likes to fight because it makes herfiga(pussy) wet,” I was at a loss for words, not because Buddha’s claim was preposterous but because I fear he was correct. This man right here brought out a different side of me that I had no idea existed. On one hand, I wanted to fight him, like I wanted to break his fucking jaw. But then, I wanted him to rip all my clothes off and fuck me until I couldn’t see straight.
This made no sense to me because I’d be damned if I developed feelings for the man who took me against my will. I knew I was attracted to him from the first time I saw him. Who wouldn’t be? He was a very handsome man. I would simply fight my yearnings; that was all. I would fight these feelings like an MMA fighter.
“You’re fucking delusional, and I’m going to bed; it’s been a long day. Can I please have a t-shirt?” I asked again because I couldn’t possibly go to sleep in a damp towel.
“I already said no,” I threw my hands in the air in defeat. Throwing the covers back, I took the towel off, tossing it at Buddha, hitting him dead in his face. I snickered at his reaction before I climbed under the covers and tucked myself tightly in. At least Buddha sleeps above, so my nudity wouldn’t be an issue.
“If I’m lucky, I’ll die in my sleep,” I muttered, turning my back to him as I closed my eyes. I ignored the dip in the mattress, which meant Buddha had climbed in. What I could not ignore was the warm feel of his body, skin to skin contact.
“Buddha, don’t you sleep above?” I spun around with a quickness to look at him. Sure enough, he was tucked under the covers with me. With one hand under his head, and the other lying on his chest. Buddha’s eyes were closed, ignoring my question.
“You'd better stay over on your side,” I warned, once I saw he was doing his best to disregard me. Giving him one final glare, I turned my back to him and got comfortable. Not even a full minute went by, and I felt this lunatic spooning me.
“I have no idea why you’re like this,” I said, trying to suppress laughing at the situation. Buddha was too much, and I’d officially given up. Possessively, he pulled me closer against him, his breath tickling the back of my neck. I looked down at his hand around my midsection, and I blushed. A thought struck me, and I decided to ask a question.
