Page 52 of Euphoria
I tilt my head. “People will wonder how the hell this all happened when not too long ago you were partying talking about boats and hoes.” I tease.
He smirks, his dimples on display. “You were keeping tabs on me? Either way, those women are irrelevant and as for the alcohol, I’ll let folks know that I’ll mix them with your pussy juices and get drunk off that. You don’t even have to say the word,” he pauses. He looks up at Phoenix and his grin grows right along with Phoenix’s. He looks back down at me. “I’m taking what the fuck I missed out on for years. Meaning, I’m making up for lost times, Mrs. Moralis-Hanlon.”
“Breaking you,” Phoenix says.
“Apart,” Bowie finishes his sentence. “You ready to…”
“Be taken up against the fucking wall, the floor, the balcony…” Phoenix continues.
“All for the world to see. Walking is not required for you tomorrow.”
“Baby Bambi.” “Little Lamb.” They both say at the same time.
They have taken my heart hostage in my chest and I can’t breathe right. Bowie pulls me in for another kiss as he wraps his arm around my waist and when he lets go, he sings the chorus of Ricky Martin’s Livin’ La Vida Loca along with the band. The transition with him is insane and before I can dwell on the way he’s going to kill me with his voice, Bowie runs back to the stage and Phoenix spins me once. When I face him again, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard. Both men will drive me to an early grave if they don’t let up. My parents are somewhere at their dinner table choking on their drinks, I just know it.
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Bowie
After the announcement, most were shocked and others moved the fuck on. The DJ takes over the music and begins playing music that Bambi wanted. A Spanish song plays, I recognize it as Maluma’s Felices los 4 and Bambi squeals. Before I can even disappoint her in telling her I can’t dance to this. A man walks up to her, one that I recognize as Dr. Delgado, I know this funny fucker. I sit back in my seat and Phoenix joins me as we watch our wife dance with him. At first, it’s very much innocent like with the reggaeton beat and then the DJ spins it, the song is the same but now it’s a different version. I hear Marc Anthony’s voice only because I know Bambi has been obsessed with him for the longest time. I smile proudly as the salsa begins and Delgado pulls Bambi flush to his body, then away from him. He leads her as they salsa the pure joy on Bambi’s face makes me happy and horny as fuck. She is smiling. Delgado lets her go as he moves his body too, but then he stops moving and claps his hands to the claps in the song. Bambi lifts her dress and shows us what she can do with not only her steps but her body. Delgado knew what he was doing when he let her hair free. Bambi shakes her shoulders, then it moves to her waist. She seductively dances as if there isn’t a person in the room watching her and this is the moment I realize that neither of us is the Phoenix here despite Nix’s name. She’s our Phoenix and baby, she has been reborn.
The song ends, but another starts. Delgado and Bambi are in their own world as they dance to Yo no sé mañana. Bambi sings the whole song as Delgado shows us he is probably the best male dancer at this reception. Ainslee and her father, Andres, join them on the dance floor. I’m shocked that Andres would do more than just the basics of ballroom dancing. Andres spins Ainslee twice before leading her into a salsa that’s less provocative than the D&B gang over there. I whistle as Ainslee shows us she was taught the footwork too. Then all four somehow find each other on the dance floor. They separate, the women on one side and the two men on the other side. The men do a dance that looks synchronized as if they practiced it before but I’m pretty sure it’s an on-the-spot thing. Ainslee and Bambi look at each other and move on from the basic salsa steps that even I had to learn. They shake it up and when Bambi grabs her dress again; I know they’re about to just rock this shit.
I can’t wipe the smile off my face watching just how things have changed for all of us. Fuck, I love being here. I love my life and my wife. “She looks so fucking happy, dude,” I say to Phoenix.
He whistles at the pairs dancing. “She really does. I’ve never seen her be so free around others. Maybe this was what needed to happen for all of us.” He says.
I nod. “It did. We needed to grow and come back stronger. Show others it wasn’t just some childish bullshit that we were doing. I wouldn’t trade you two for anything else. I’m so happy, man. I’ve never been this fucking happy.”
“It’s the wedding bullshit,” Phoenix says, and I burst out laughing. “You’re an ass. What do you say we wrap shit up and take our wife home?”
He groans. “Finally. I’ve been waiting to fuck her, I was thinking about doing a damn live porn in front of all these fucks just now.”
I bite my bottom lip as I watch Bambi’s every move. The way her body grinds near Delgado’s. None of this shit makes me jealous or angry, it makes me want to fuck her even more. Sexy minx.”
