Gen 3: Chapter Six

 This is suppose to be one of those days where you want to remember every detail and cherish them for the rest of your life. Instead, it's like a visit to the dentist: you close your eyes and try to forget what is going on. I was just about to put on a hat for my little pity party when I hear a soft knock on my door.

Miguel: Ivy! What the hell are YOU doing here?!

Ivana: I couldn't miss the wedding of the year. Especially since I know the groom so well.

I step just a little closer to her and breathe in her cheap perfume. Variety is the spice of life!

Miguel: That you do.

Ivana: I was thinking you might could use a little stress release. Maybe we could lock the door and/

My twin sister Mimi suddenly burst through the door, slamming it behind her. 

Mimi: Alright, you freak, they are ready to begin. Stop playing patty-cake with this bimbo and get downstairs. 

Ivana bit her lip to keep from giggling. She is not shy about her wants but she knows when to keep quiet.

Miguel: Thanks, Hag, I will be down shortly.

Mimi: I can't believe they let you be heir. You're disgraceful!

She yanked the door open and stomped out. I gestured for Ivy to lead the way.

Bella: What's wrong, Miguel?

Miguel: All this waiting. Photographers, guests, champagne, DJs, mixologists ...

Bella: I think you are still upset about that fight with your Dad.

Miguel: I don't want to talk about it.

Bella: But today is so important, you should have your Dad standing with you and/

Miguel: I'm sorry you're mom didn't show, Bells, but this thing with my Dad isn't ever going to be fixed. OK?

Before she could answer, I heard someone shout, "PLACES!"

Micheal: The ceremony was beautiful, Sis. Mom would have loved it... and Dad too.

Bella: Thanks, Mike. I know she can't help it, she and Dad have been together forever and to lose him right before ... your daughter .... I can't! I have to go inside.

I watched Bella rush inside. The pain of having her father die days before her wedding is taking a toll on her. Micheal hung his head as I pushed away from the table.

 

My quest to soothe my new bride was thwarted by my mother. It's still weird having her and Dad back together again.
Maya: Miguel, you looked so handsome up there.
She started to play with my lapels and I saw fresh tears gathering in her eyes.
Maya: I knew the moment you were born, you would be a handsome heir. I wanted ... what is she doing here?

I glance over my shoulder to see that Ivy has just walked over from the DJ booth.
Maya: I've already cleaned up one of your messes, DON'T expect me to do it again. I want her gone!
I was so baffled by my Mom's attitude. Then I remembered that Ivy probably belongs to one of the men in the warehouse district. That place where criminals hang out and cops avoid. My Mother's people.
  

 Maya: She's a stripper and "owned" if you get what I am saying. End it now!
I hate everyone thinking they can tell me what to do! But because I respect the people my Mom works with, I appease her.
Miguel: I got it, Ma. I'll escort her out myself.
I stroll ever to Ivy and start grinning at her.

 Miguel: Ivy, Ivy, Ivy. You are causing me all kinds of trouble today.
Her fake giggle is like an aphrodisiac.
Ivana: Are you asking me to leave?
Miguel: Publicly? Yes. Privately, I want to know why you really showed up here today?

She leaned in close, deliberately brushing her breast again my arm. Her warm breathe against my ear sent waves of heat coursing through my body.
Ivana: You were the best I've had ever had.
What is a man to do when so obvious an encore is called for. I grabbed her arm and proceeded to walk towards the photo booth. We both looked around then nonchalantly strolled around to the back side to where we would be unobserved.

 I squeezed her body close to me as I devoured her mouth. I just wanted the forbidden and the excitement of doing the unexpected. She pulled back and looked up at me.
Ivana: Miguel, if this is going to be the last time, I don't want to rush.

Miguel: Who says this has to be the last?
I crush her lips once more and let my hands wander down her lush body.

My mind fills with her. The fact that I am with another woman on my own wedding day fades from my mind. Lust becomes a drug in my system, twisting my mind into believing that what I am doing right now, is what is right for me.

...

Bella: Miguel?! Miguel. Hey, Sofia, have you seen Miguel?
 Bella's calls filter into my brain once the heady rush of satisfaction recede.

My hand lets go of Ivy's leg and I feel it slide back down to the ground.
Miguel: Sorry it was so quick, Ivy.
I lean in close and softly kiss her lips as we both hurriedly adjust our clothing.
Ivana: Don't be, I loved every second of it.
I hear Bella continue asking guests if they have seen me.
 

Miguel: Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit. Ivy, I need you to go/
Ivana: I know what I am suppose to do. Just ... when will I see you again?
My brain is already trying to form some excuses and figure out how to approach Bells. I absently reply.
Miguel: When I get back from France. In a week or so. I'll give you a call.
With that I walk around the side of the photo booth without a backwards glance.

Bella: Miguel! I was looking everywhere for you. What happened to you?
Miguel: I had a little ... business to take care of. But everything is all set now. The limo is waiting to whisk us off to the airport and then on to conquer France. Our honeymoon suite is/

Bella: Miguel ... I don't know ... about tonight.  I mean ...
I watched her struggle to come up with a word to substitute for sex. Gosh, she is such a little puritan. If she only knew...

I reach out and still her fidgeting hands. She looks down. Laying on the charm, I grin and reach out to place my hands on either side of her face.
Miguel: It's OK, Bells, I understand. We can take a few days to get used to each other before we "enjoy" the wedding night. I mean, we will be in the City of Romance for almost a week.
Bella: Oh, Miguel, thank you for understanding me so well. You are too good for me.