We're getting married!
Did you guys hear that? I feel kind of euphoric hearing it, and my body rises on its own, heading for the handsome man who is standing on the podium. People around me are cheering, and I can only care about the man who is now stretching his hand to help me get on the podium.
My body feels a little sluggish, and I don't really get why. I prop on his body, and I feel his heart beat. It feels good to gaze at him so close.
"Are you fucking drunk?" His lips move in a whisper, and I giggle.
Am I? Even if I am, I don't think I can get sober by snapping my fingers. I press my lips on his, without a care in the world. His hands support my waist, and I put my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. God, I really like his mouth. It's been only I don't even know how many days since I touched him.
"Bittercandy… wait…"
He whispers between the breaths he takes. He sounds so sexy… damn it!
I feel my body lifted, and I see the crowd whistling at us as I look over his shoulder. Bianca is smirking, and Niko is purely shocked while probably sobering up faster than me. Terry claps, and Carlo screams, "Go, girl!"
I start to giggle uncontrollably when I see Emilio ready to explode for the show I put on without actually wanting to. I bet he will not go easy on me anymore. I will be scolded for real tomorrow.
The backyard is out of sight when Damiano enters the building. He goes up the stairs, and I feel like falling asleep. My eyes close as he walks steadily on the stairs. His muscles tense under me, and I like the feeling.
I am almost closing my eyes when Damiano tosses me on the bed and closes the door. He frowns, observing me as he comes closer. I feel sober a little.
"Why are you drunk?" He is in front of me, a deep sigh is released.
"I drank some wine with the girls… in the backseat… Emilio was too late… I drunk a little…" I can't seem to talk coherently; I guess I still have some wine in my system after all.
"You drank a little more." He sighs, staring at me.
"Maybe…"
"How much did you actually drink?" He squats down, looking at my expressionless face.
"I think half the bottle… me and the girls…" I try to articulate as I feel my head starting to hurt. I put my hands around my temples and I frown. "Damn… it hurts so bad…"
He places his hands on my knees as I am on the edge of the bed. "Bittercandy… let's get you undressed."
"Undress?… Why?" I mumble as he lifts himself up and takes the coat off me.
"You will see why." He frowns and pulls off my boots. I am only in the mini-dress, and my body already feels naked. I feel like dying from the headache… he does his way as I am paralyzed by the pain.
"Never wear such a short piece of dress…" Mumbles as he frowns. I ignore him, not really able to comprehend what he says.
I am in my lingerie, and he takes me in his arms, heading somewhere. I just hold on to his neck and hope that the pain in my head will diminish.
"You will sober soon." He puts me in the bathtub, and I flinch at the cold touch.
"What the hell are you doing…" I mumble as my mind tries to process what he actually wants to do. Damn if I can think right now. He doesn't reply but instead turns on the water, and I can see the shower head in his hand pointed at me.
I just stare for a second at the man smirking until the cold ice water falls on me, sobering me up in seconds. I cover my face and let out desperate yells, begging him to stop.
"You sober now?" He turns off the water and glances at me.
"I am… more than sober." I start to tremble, my hands around my body as I look at him with a frown.
"Come here." He takes a big towel, and I stand up, him wrapping me up. Damiano lifts me up from the tub and puts me on the floor tiles.
"Do you remember what you did?" He asks as his hands ruffle my hair with a towel. My hands holding the bigger towel on me, hoping to warm up.
"I do. I wasn't that drunk." I mumble, looking at him through the wild hair on my face. Can he do that more gently? I feel my hair ripping apart.And, of course I don't remember everything ….
"I think you were drunk enough. Next time you drink, do it at home. Or with me." He frowns as his hands ruffle my hair more, going rough on the side, not sure if he does it on purpose. I know he is angry.
"Understood…" He brushes my hair away from my face and studies me.
"Are you still chilly?" I affirm with a nod, a shiver seizing my body, causing it to stiffen and tremble. He lets out a sigh and swiftly grabs the hairdryer. As he commences drying my hair, I revel in the warmth of the air caressing my neck and hair.
The cold water from before had truly chilled my bones. Yet, that bath was essential. I'm completely sober now, realizing that I'm clad only in lingerie, a mere towel covering me, while Damiano moves around, attempting to dry my hair.
This is awkward…
He tugs the towel slightly from the back, letting the warm air reach my back and buttocks. I flinch, glancing at him.
"What are you doing?"
"Warming you up," he says, unfazed, moving the hairdryer to my shoulder as he positions himself in front of me.
"Open up." I clutch the towel, hesitating to expose my body to him.
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked. And, we have to hurry. People are waiting," he frowns but refrains from forcing his way through. I release my grip a bit, and he directs the hairdryer to my body, filling the space under the towel like I'm in a sauna.
I follow his gaze that scrutinizes my face. I'm uncertain about his thoughts, but the frown suggests he's pondering something or perhaps worried. I remain silent until my body warms up.
"I'll bring your clothes. Get the underwear off you," he declares, leaving the room. I start removing the still damp bra and panties.
He returns with the clothes, hands them to me, and exits again, leaving me with a frown. I understand he maintains distance because he doesn't want… though I wonder why.
It feels odd, saddening that he appears somewhat distant. If he were normal, he'd be smirking, staring at me as I got dressed. Is he truly angry because I kissed him in public? No, it doesn't make sense. He announced our marriage. Could it be because I was drunk? Perhaps… that might be it.
Exiting the bathroom, he awaits me with a bottle of water. "Drink."
How did he know I was thirsty? I drink, and he extends his hand.
"Let's go." I grab his hand, feeling oddly glad that he's holding mine. Why am I fucking glad? It's not like I particularly enjoy holding his hand…
Right now, it just feels like his act signifies that he might not be that mad. I interpret this gesture as a display that he doesn't want distance between us. It's comforting to know he still cares about me, even if he continues to frown. I need to find out why he's upset.
We descend the stairs, and I murmur to him, "Did you mention something about a wedding?" Uncertain if my memories are accurate, considering I was somewhat drunk.
"So you were actually pretty drunk," he sighs once again, and I bite my lips. It's almost not my fault; after all, Terry had that bottle in the car. "
Our wedding will be in a week," he informs me, and I raise my eyebrows in disbelief.
"One week…?" I repeat as we step down the stairs.
"Yeah."
"Why that fast, though…?" I mumble, wishing I hadn't spoken.
"There are plenty of reasons why. One of them is you not getting drunk without my presence. But I think the most important is that you have to be safe under my watch. There will be a storm soon." He glances at me, and although I only vaguely understand what he means by "storm," the impending danger makes my heart race.
"A storm…" I mumble as he stops from walking.
"Yeah, another storm. Only you and I know, so keep it as a secret."
"I wonder how many secrets I will have to hold from now on…" I whisper, nodding. "There will be many, Bittercandy. You will be like my personal vault that everyone will want to steal. Getting married as fast as possible is a necessity."
He looks serious, and a surge of adrenaline courses through me, anticipating the challenges ahead. The sense of danger intensifies, making my heart beat faster.
"You know I won't say a word even if they steal me." I reply, making him pat my head.
"I know." He comes closer to my face, and just when he is about to kiss me, Bianca yells at me.
"Amy!"
I flinch pushing Damiano off. He is almost falling from the stairs if I won't stretch my hand catching his coat, swinging him back up next to me.
"God…" I breathe heavily from the effort.
"Do I deserve to die 'cause you're scared to kiss me in public? You've already kissed me in front of the whole damn gang. I can kiss you wherever the hell I want."
He frowns as his hands grab my face, his lips sealing mine, and I grip his coat. He is aggressively kissing me, letting me want more. He pulls back and takes my hand walking down the stairs until we reach Bianca.
I bite my lip for such a stupid move. If only w
Though I don't really care if Bianca saw or not. I just saw in front of my eyes how he almost fell off, and that thought makes me shudder, unable to speak when we reach her. He lets me go with her, and he leaves saying he has to talk something with Franco.
"Amy! Earth to my hoe!" Bianca shakes me, and I feel lost in thought. The image of Damiano almost falling is playing in my mind on repeat, and I feel like I'm suffocating. I can't seem to take it out of my head, and I look at Bianca, unable to talk.
"Amy, are you sick? You're fucking pale, girl!" I try to concentrate on Bianca and lose the image playing in my mind. I am fine… He is fine.
After a few breaths of air, I manage to avoid an episode and I say in a whisper, "I am fucking fine….."
"I swear you're scaring me. Get your shit together and let's go eat." She takes me by the elbow, and we cross the hall to the backyard, where a table was set.
"Did he sober you up?" She smirks, and I roll my eyes, glancing at Damiano.
"You don't want to know how…"
"You were so fucking drunk. I don't even know when you left my side to go kiss him. You're crazy." She sighs as we take some food on our plates.
"Where is Niko? She was more drunk than me." I look around, and I don't see her.
"She left with Leo."
"She what?"
"What you heard. I sent her with him home. Can't let Emilio see she was drunk. Do you want to not eat for two months? You better make him think you weren't drunk. Here he comes…" Bianca whispers the last phrase as Emilio puts his hand over my shoulder. His whisper sends chills over my spine.
"What was that, Amy? Tell me you weren't drunk."
"Ahem… I was not drunk. Look, I just felt like kissing him and ran towards him. We didn't see each other in three days. And… you know I tried to fight my fear; guess love won in the end…" I whisper the last part as Bianca turns to talk to Terry. Only Emilio knows about the nightmares.
He sighs and turns me to face him. "That was great, Amy. I never thought that I would see you act like that. You really made me think you were drunk. After all, you drank some wine…" He smiles and raises his eyebrows.
"Yeah… all good, Emi. Sorry to scare you." He hugs me, and I feel like I can breathe again after he lets go. Thank God! We can eat homecooked meals! Yes! I scored big today.
"Congrats on the marriage. I feel glad that you love him… this much." He pats my shoulder, and I smile faintly. Oh god… Guess everyone thinks so. But I think it's great. It's not like I wanted to hide anything. All good.
"Thanks, Emi."
He leaves, and Bianca smirks at me, Terry hanging his hand over her shoulder. He seems pretty happy too.
"Guess the wifey won't be a widow after all. Congrats!" Terry lets Bianca go and gives me a bear hug.
"Terry… you're suffocating me…" I pat his back, and he lets me go, rolling his eyes. He leaves, and Bia comes closer to me.
"You did a great job. Emi can be such a foul sometimes… Hahahahah…" She laughs, and I make my eyes wide when someone comes from behind her.
"Tell me it's not that motherfucker…" She spits the words out of her mouth, and I nod.
Her palm smacks his hand aside, yet he seizes a handful of her hair, forcibly turning her head towards him. Her body collides with his chest, while his other hand restrains hers.
"Save that for the bedroom, Bibi. And, don't let that playboy put his hands on you again." He kisses her, and I feel awkward watching this hot scene right when I chew some meat.
"You don't fucking tell me what to do!" She steps on his foot and turns, slapping him big time. I feel like laughing, but when I see him frown and then smirk slyly, I get that it's not going to end well for Bia.
She turns towards me, saying, "Let's go, Amy." Well, she doesn't make one step, and Vincent pulls her by the hand, making her rotate towards him, and he lifts her on his shoulder, vanishing into the crowd who doesn't give a fuck, after telling me, "Excuse us."
Sigh… " Your excused …."