Nicolo growled and ran his hand over his face before standing and adjusting his package. He walked over to me, snagged my hand and led me to the reception hall so we could be introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Nicolo DeLuca.
We were sitting at the head table when my girls came to grab me for a dance. I had been waiting all week for this little surprise we worked out for Nicolo. My friend Amari was a dancer and volunteered to choreograph one of those cute dances you see on the internet at weddings.
I chose the song “Whatta Man” by Salt-N- Pepa. As soon as I heard the Yeah come through the speakers, the girls and I began the routine. Nicolo was still seated at the head table with a scowl on his face. It wasn’t intentional; that look was always on his handsome face.
We got into the routine as I mouthed the words of the song to Nicolo, whose eyes never left me. He was the big bad wolf, and I was his prey. Those hungry eyes stalked every move I made. As my hips swayed to the beat, I made sure that everyone in attendance knew I was talking about my husband with the lyrics to this song. In a way, it was my ghetto love letter to him.
When the song ended, the music changed to The New Jack Swing by Wrecks-N-Effect. People rushed to the dance floor to get in on the action. It was like they had been waiting for their turn to show out on the dance floor. As the space filled, I danced my way over to Nicolo. He was still sitting there scowling and looking like a million bucks. I needed him to smile for me. He always did. I took a seat on his lap and whispered in his ear.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, baby.”
He shifted just a bit, and then I felt that large appendage that I loved so much pressing against my backside. He smirked as I gasped on contact.
“How long do we have to stay at this thing? If my mother wasn’t present, I would throw you on this table and fuck the shit out of you for teasing me like that.”
“Good thing your mother is here. And since this is our party, we kinda have to be here for a minute. Don’t worry, I have just the thing to distract you. Come dance with me.”
“I don’t dance.”
“I don’t want to hear what you don’t do. This is a special day. Tonight, you will dance with your new wife and make her happy. Don’t make me ask you twice, baby.”
The smile on his face told me he loved my sassy mouth. We stood up, and to my surprise, Nicolo grabbed my hand and dragged me onto the floor. Then he began to move like his name was Usher Raymond. What in the actual fuck? The man could dance like nobody’s business. Talking about he didn’t dance.
We tore that floor up for the rest of the night until we got interrupted with the cutting of the cake and other wedding activities that our mothers insisted on. It was a great night of fun. None of his friends or family could believe that Nicolo was dancing, laughing, and having fun!