The Honeymoon Game

The collision

“Kish baby, you're here,” I threw the towel over the bed walking towards her.

“Hi Elvis,” she slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

“Hi Kish, you look like you are going to be the bride at this wedding. You know what I'm saying? You look hot!” He complimented her.

“Oh okay. First off, I'm always looking hot, right baby,” she pecked my lips.

“Right sweetie,” I agreed, holding her around the waist.

“And I would look even hotter as a bride, if Darnell here would only agree to do me right, by taking me to the house of God.”

“Oops!” Elvis was holding himself from laughing out loud. “You know I've told him a thousand times to do just that. I mean you're a fine wine, and if he isn't fast, who knows, someone else might just get in the line.”

“You hear him baby,” she turned to me, a triumphant smile spread on her face, at having someone agree with her.

“Elvis get the f**k out, I need some privacy with my girl.”

“Okayyy. I would be out, but I warned you. And please, you two should be out on time, we have a wedding to attend,” he gave a peace sign with his fingers, before closing the door behind him.

“We love you El!” Kiesha called after him.

“You look pretty baby,” I returned my attention to her, kissing her on the lips.

“You should listen to your friend and wife soon, else…” She freed herself from my hold, picked up her bag and followed after Elvis.

“Babe you can't be leaving me standing like that,” I scratched my hair in desperation. “Kish common!”

I picked up my suit from the bed, hauling it over my shoulder. There was a beep from my phone that laid on the bed.

“Where the hell are you at Darnell ?” My father's angry voice growled from the other side of the phone.

“Shiiii…”

Chapter Two

Darnell 's Pov

I was running through the church aisle, with my suit wings flying in the air, as I tried to make it to the altar on time. My dad was standing at the front, in a maroon colored suit similar to mine, with his bride directly opposite him. I could tell that all eyes were on me. It had taken exactly thirty minutes to be here after his call and the ceremony had started.

A puzzled look rested on the face of the priest as he asked “Who is he?”

“My son,” my dad blurted, not in a so-proud tune.

“The best man,” I grinned, extending my hand for a shake, which the priest ignored.

“We would continue with the vows taking,” the priest announced to the congregation, who were momentarily lost with my dramatic entrance.

“Why were you late?” My dad whispered.

“I had a case at court…”

“It's Saturday Darnell !”

“Yeah I know, I was going to say I had a case at the court yesterday.”

“What does that have to do with today?”

“Can we focus on you swearing your loyalty to the woman in front of you, we can talk about this later,” I looked up to catch Mrs Maria staring at me. I realized we've never been introduced. So I waved at her.

“Your bride doesn't look happy dad, you sure you didn't force her into this?”

“Her daughter is absent, just like you. That's why she's sad,” he glared at me.

“I'm f*****g here dad.”

“Louis, can you just let the young man breathe? At least he is here, unlike my daughter.” Mrs Maria chipped.

“I'm here for you mum,” the chubby lady beside her, dressed in a pink, tight gown answered.

I was confused for a minute. Who was She? “Is that her daughter?” I turned to my dad.

“Is this still a wedding? Or do you need some time out for a family meeting?” The priest cut in, bringing us all back to the event at hand.

“Can we skip to the part where you kiss your bride?” I whispered again to my dad.

“Shut up Darnell !”

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The reception took place at a very grand hotel in town. Considering my dad's social status, we had a lot of media personnels covering the occasion. I was sure that by morning, the third wedding of Mr Louis Jackson after the divorce of his wife, would be the headlines of many papers. Does this bother me? Yes. But do I care right now? No!

Kiesha was standing right in front of me, rolling her hips around my shaft area in rhythm to the song playing. I was having the best time, nothing else could matter. I caught sight of Elvis dancing with the chubby girl. Well good for him, I reasoned.

“Baby,” Kiesha moaned out my name.

“Yeah?” I kissed her nape, loving how she sounded.

“When are we going to do this?”

“As soon as we get out of here. We would get the best room, I would take my time to pull off every single piece of clothing on you…”

“Stop!” She slapped my chest, her countenance changing.

“What? Did I say something?” I reached for her hands, drawing her closer to myself.

“Darnell , can you be serious for once?”

“Babe I'm serious right now,”

“Then tell me when we're getting married!” She half yelled, drawing the attention of the couple dancing next to us. I smiled at them, in an effort to reassure them that we were cool.

“It's been four f*****g years Darnell , and you've never made any efforts about taking this relationship to the next level. Look at your dad, you said it yourself that he met Maria four months ago and here they are, doing what is necessary.” She pushed the strands of hair that had fallen over her face behind her.

“My dad is sixty and Maria should be in her late fifties,babe.” I whispered behind her ears.

“What difference does it make?” She looked completely puzzled at my response.

“You're twenty-four and I am just twenty-six. If we follow in my dad's footsteps, then I have at least twenty four more years for us to get here,” I chuckled at my own joke.

“You are stupid, just plain stupid. And this relationship is a waste of my precious time. Have a lovely evening Darnell Jackson.”

I didn't see that coming. She was heading for the exit before I could say Jack. I had to go after her, I couldn't bring myself to let her leave like that, not after all those dance moves a few minutes back. I already had ideas of things we were going to do tonight. Damn Kiesha and her obsession with marriages.

I told her before now that I needed time. I still don't understand what the rush is about. I caught up with her, close to the entrance door. “Kiesha hear me out,” I grabbed her hand.

“I promise, we are going to get married, very soon. But you can't just leave right now please babe,” I pouted a little, hoping to win her over with that.

“When?” She posed, placing both her hands on her waist.

“When what?” I threw back, finding myself lost in the conversation.

“When are we getting married, dummy. When is very soon?”

“Ermm... I really don't know...But Look…” I was cut off by a memory wiping slap that landed on my cheeks.

By the time I regained composure, she was gone through the front door. “Shiii... Kish!” I tried running after her but bumped into a dazzling lady at the door.

I really didn't see her coming. She was dressed in a sparkling silver dress that was now half ruined from the wine that had poured on her. I was lost staring at her. She had enchanting dark eyes, her hair was short, curved around her chin, giving her face an oval shape. Her lips were the most attractive features of her face. I might have zoned out for like two minutes. I was brought back to my senses by the stinging pain I felt on my cheeks.

“What the hell? Did you just slap me?” I asked, feeling my admiration for the fine lady evaporating through the air.