“Yeah, I am. What’s going on? Where are we headed?” I probed with a lot of concern.
Syris looked at me and smiled. “Home,” he plainly responded.
“Home? Babe, home is in the States where we live,” I responded with slight humor in my voice.
Syris was quiet; too damn quiet for my liking. What the fuck was going on with him? Our honeymoon was going great until that idiot, Desmond, fucked up the mood, but my instincts were telling me there something much more serious was amidst.
An uneasy feeling filled my stomach and worked its way up to my chest. All of a sudden, I felt nauseous like a teen about to get their ass whipped for cutting school. “Syris, baby, talk to me. What’s going on?”
The muscle in his jaw flexed as he gripped the steering wheel of the car. “Butterfly, there are some things about me that I didn’t disclose before we got married. It’s not easy expressing my lifestyle.”
“Are you gay?”
“Hell no!”
“Then, what could it possibly be?” I inquired in a worried tone.
Syris pointed straight ahead, and I followed the direction he pointed in. I inhaled a sharp intake of breath as I ogled the mansion in front of me. It was more like a compound because there were smaller homes on the grounds, full courts for basketball and tennis, and very heavily guarded. Syris stopped at the front gates, and a security guard opened them.
We drove up the long driveway and around the huge fountain that was planted in the middle of the driveway. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Syris was more than just a music professor, he was filthy wealthy. I turned to him.
“So you’re not just a music professor?”
He smirked. “It’s more than that, Butterfly.”
“Then, tell me what it is because I’m tired of guessing, babe.”
He parked in front of the mansion’s gates, as he was let in by the guards. Syris sped up the winding driveway, and as soon as we stopped, domestic staff members raced to both sides of the door. Syris greeted them as I smiled and politely allowed the other attendant to help me out of the car. I met Syris in front of the car, and he pulled me to his chest.
“For better or for worse, remember?” he queried.
“Yes, but I –"
“Aht.” He placed his finger onto my lips. “For better or for worse,” he repeated the vow to me.
I nodded. “Yes,” I agreed.”
“Okay.” He guided me up the stairs and into the house. When we entered, I was taken aback because more domestic staff were lined in the foyer as we walked down the aisle like we were the Obamas. They all stared straight ahead as we made it halfway, and I stopped.
The sound of loud footsteps raced towards us as ten children raced around the corner and ran to Syris. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” they all cheered.
My heart dropped to my ass when Syris dropped to his knees and hugged his gang of children. This nigga had enough kids to fill a short school bus. The sound of high heels filled the foyer, and I looked up into the angst eyes of the chocolate beauty from our wedding. This time, a red jumpsuit covered her small, petite frame as she folded her arms across her ample chest and stared me down. I looked from her to Syris.
“You! Syris, you need to explain to me what the hell is going on right now!” I demanded loudly.
Syris kissed his children and signaled for a few servants to take them to go and play. He stood in the center of the foyer then cleared his throat. “Butterfly, this is my first wife, Temi, and those are my children. Our family is officially complete.”
Ringing filled my ears as I clumsily stumbled backwards onto the staircase and took a seat on one of the stairs. My heart pounded erratically while anger coursed through me like a prescription being filled. The love of my life was already fucking married and had kids, a classroom full of them muthafuckas! Syris and Temi stood in front of me, and I glared at them both.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Syris squatted in front of me. “You are now home. We’re your family now. I posed as a music professor until I found the missing link to my family, and it wasyou.”
My eyes widened. “Are you fucking kidding me? You want me to be on some sister wives shit, and you’re holding me against my will?”
“When you say it like that, it just sounds so dirty and disgusting. I didn’t kidnap you. We fell in love and now that we’re married, and you have to stay here with me as your husband. We took vows, and I take that very seriously.”
“Syris, do you hear yourself right now? How about the vow to remain faithful and loyal? This is also kidnapping for God’s sake!” Tears fell rapidly down my face.
