I heard his car pull up, and it was time to get this ball rolling. I looked at Lotus, who was busy playing with a toy I got her back in Italy.
“Wish me luck,” I told her, standing up to greet Buddha when he walked in. I adjusted my black mini tube dress around my bra-less breasts, as I made my way to the door.
“Hey,” I tried really hard not to sound suspicious as Buddha walked through the door. Lotus got up to meet her master, her tail whipping with excitement. Buddha lifted his eyebrow as he closed the door, taking in my appearance before he bent and scratched Lotus behind her ear.
I noticed he had a medium-sized gift bag in his hand, but paid it no mind.
“What’s all this about, Dior?” He asked, standing up slowly and then shoving his hands inside his pants pocket. I frowned at his question as if I didn’t know what he meant.
“Nothing, I just wanted to cook you something nice, that's all. I know I can be a bit much at times, and I guess this is just my way of saying sorry,” I pointed at the table with the plated food.
“Merda(shit). Did you tell my mother about Catalina?” Buddha asked, rubbing his forehead as if his head was about to explode.
“What? No, you told me not to, and I didn’t. I promise, I just wanted to show off my Italian cooking skills. Stop being so damn skeptical,” I said, smiling before going on my tiptoes so I could plant a quick kiss on his lips. Grabbing his hand, I led him over to the small dining table. We both sat opposite each other as he continued to look at me side-eyed. I noticed he’d taken his phone out and placed it on top of the table. I eyed my mark, knowing that before the end of the night I had a mission to complete.
“Go ahead and try it,” I encouraged him, picking up my fork and twirling some pasta on it. Buddha rubbed his chin ashe studied me. He looked as handsome as ever. A few strands of his bun were undone, making him look even sexier. It was hard to believe he was now part of my life, and, to be honest, I was getting used to being Mrs. Dior Ricci.
Finally, he gave in and picked up his fork. I smiled nervously as he tasted my cooking because I really wanted him to like it.
“It’s good?” I asked, curling my lips in.
“It’s good,petardo(firecracker),” he answered, his mind seemed to be elsewhere. I cleared my throat as I prepared to ask my next question.
“Is everything ok? How was your day?” I asked, putting down my fork to take a sip of my wine. Buddha didn’t answer; he kept his head down, avoiding looking at me. “Did you and Tomasso speak with Francesco about Luca?” Buddha raised his head then and looked at me; his eyes were somewhat cold. Something was wrong.
“When you got back to the hotel in Italy, did you invite Luca to join you at the bar?” Buddha’s question made me feel some type of way.
“How can you think that? I told you what happened. I told you he saw me and followed me there. Why would I invite Luca after I told you I didn’t care for him? Is that what he said? That I invited him to the bar.” I was ready to act a fool; I hated when people lied on me.
“It’s what both he and his father said.”
“Well, they’re fucking lying. I never asked him to come along,” my chest heaved in anger.
“Aye, calm down. I was just asking. Luca has always been strange when it came to women. He believes women are placed on earth strictly for a man’s entertainment. I could tell he doesn’t like being turned down. I told my father I’d no longer be doing any business with him.” Buddha said as he resumed eating.
“Ok, at least you know now the kind of person Luca is,” I said, looking at the gift bag, wondering what he had in there. “What’s in the bag?” I asked, pointing at it, watching him take a big gulp of his wine.
Smiling, a little too much, he slid the bag across to me. “I got you something.”
I frowned at him, curious as to what he got me. “What is this?” I muttered, picking the bag up and peeking inside. There were two items inside wrapped in colored paper.
“I know you fucking lying,” I mumbled when I pulled out the purple dildo in the clear box. I looked across the table at Buddha; he wasn’t smiling anymore. He sat there with a proud, stupid smirk on his face.
“There’s one more item,” he said, pointing at the bag before gulping the remainder of his wine down his throat. Placing the dildo down, I dug inside the bag for item #2. Tucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I tried really hard not to curse this man as I looked at the pink rubber tongue.
“Is this supposed to be fucking funny? Why will you buy me these?” I dropped the rubber tongue on the table.
“You told me to,” he said, reaching for my glass since he finished drinking his wine.
“Buddha, I think I would remember if I asked you to get me sex toys,” I told him, pointing at what he bought.
“That’s not what you were implying when you told me your pussy was off limits,” Buddha licked a drop of red wine from the corner of his mouth as he stared at me with nothing but lust.
“No, I never implied I wanted a battery-operated dick or tongue,” I paid close attention to the way he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. He had completely finished my wine.
“Well, you’re not about to give yourfiga(pussy) to anyone else. So I got you those. Don’t worry, like a good husband, I charged them for you. The dildo is called Buddha, and the tongue is called Phillipe,” he said, biting into his bottom lip. His eyes were now hooded. I could tell he was turned on. His dick was probably already hard. I smiled at him in a very naughty way. His eyes narrowed before he looked at the empty wine glass.
“What the fuck kind of wine was that, Dior?” Buddha asked, pointing at the glass, unbuttoning the remainder of his shirt buttons. He shrugged it off and dropped it on the ground.
