Chris-ing

Dayle

~

“Fuck me, someone, Chris-Shit is now 54k on Insta??? She's 40k and away from us!” Steve scoffs disappointed and tosses his cell phone on the bed. He's staring at me likewise Egan.

“Are you gonna fucking say something or keep drinking that SHIT?” Egan says to me throwing a pillow at me and I bark at him—them.

“What? She's not my girl or something! I'm shocked just like you two! Fucking hell!”

“But she's on your fuck-list,” Steve says

“I wasn't gonna fuck her in the first place!”

“You gotta be kidding my dick right now, we gotta know what's happening and soon, that girl is gonna go over us!” Egan says dropping on the seat.

“Chill. We are over 100k and y'all singing shit. Chill! By tomorrow, we’d see the new Chrissy—”

“You mean? Chriss-ing? She's making {waves}, actually doing stuff... And there's

Molly with her in a boobie selfish... Fuck!!!! Check this out!!!!” Steve says tossing his phone at me as Egan and I take a closer. They are wearing ball gowns that are exposing their cleavage... In the selfie and also videos. Damn hot, fuck!

“What the hell is going on? Your 1st just got outshined! I LOVE Hemsville, I swear.” Egan laughs. “More drama checking in by morning,” says Egan mockingly and then angles his gaze at Steve. “Your girlfriend is in pain. Presidential pain!” Egan chirps mocking and I laugh but Steve gets infuriated. He enters the washroom to do whatever.

“He's fucking mad at the truth, man. Man, Chrissy is hot! Fucking monslisa!!!” he says and I couldn't agree less. Damn. Dom texts me that my dad wants to see me and that's how I leave Steve’s house promising to show up a bit later. What do they want this time?

~

I pull over and step out to meet Dad inside but he's outside, alongside Dom. As always, talking business.

“Hey Dad, I came as soon as I could!” I walk over to them and he turns to me fully.

“Oh yeah! Great! Your uncle Festo is here to stay with us until after the wedding —”

“That's... Magnifique! Yeah!” I force a nod. Uncle Festo is a badass. My father's family are lunatics. This man is going to monitor my every fucking move.

“You’re not smiling! Anything to say?”

“But Dad,” I sigh. “It's like four weeks until the wedding!”

“Weeks to blend and besides, we already withdrew the time frame, and so the wedding would be two weeks from now—”

“Why?”

“Because of the honeymoon...” Yuk! It doesn't even sound romantic on his lips, I know that he's only Forty-five, it's just that I'm used to business talk here and there. “...would only last three to four days in Paris and Italy. Afterward, Dom would come to get my wife before I proceed on the business trip to the UK... It's a lot for Daddy!”

Did he mean the fucking or business part or all? Whatever but not dealing with Uncle Festo.

“Oh okay, I get it. And Uncle Festo, when does he get to leave?” I try not to sound too rigid but fuck it, I am.

“A day after the wedding. Come on, Dayle, aren't you excited about your uncles’ visit?” he snickers at me knowing full well that I don't agree with his brother's ass coming over.

“Dad I'm not,”

“That's why I love you, you can't fake it!” Dad laughs with Dom.

“Don’t worry Don will make sure that things are okay between you two. Dom would not let Festo hurt you... Festo wouldn't!” Dad adds and plants a hand on my shoulder.

“Copy that!” I lazily reply looking away from his gaze. I could manage since Dad’s parents aren't going to show up weeks before the wedding like Uncle Festo.

“Alright, boy! You and Dom would go get Festo from the airport in thirty minutes —”

I turn to him like an explosive just landed.

“WHAT?”

“Yes soldier, I need you to copy that too. I've got a surprise for you after that!” Dad adds with a smile before walking away.

“Dad don’t try to bribe me,”

“I'm not as corrupt as you are!” Dad says from the terrace before walking in. My fingers rake my hair instantly and I'm fucking frustrated. I pull out my phone to text Steve and Egan that I can't make it to the clubhouse anytime soon or ever.

*Unc Festo coming home!*

*I'll just let you know if I'm coming!*

I send it to them both and tuck my cell into my jacket.

“Get ready little man, I'll be waiting in the car!” Dom says to me and I scoff, does he know how much I hate that I can't fight him?

“Whatever!” I snap walking away finally.

~

While Dom is driving, I'm eating some Doritos, crunching every piece to hide my frustration and the fucking of getting my uncle from the airport. The music playing is one of Marvin Gaye’s. Dom is so addicted to the man like fuck!!! Does he even know that Bieber or Yungblud or Blackbear or Harry styles even exist? I could give him a playlist to fall back on but Dom is not going to be bent that way.

“You know you could save the rest for later than getting mad at Sir Festo—”

“Dom, you and I know that WE hate him. I mean, he's just a monster!” I blurt out and Dom laughs, drumming his finger on the steering.

“Yeah, whatever, it's a good thing that he's here to support your father, right?”

“You should know by now that neither Uncle Festo nor my father's wedding is my priory right now. I just don't care who Dad goes out with, I just don't want any ass prying into my biz! Easy!” I spill and take a breath. Dom nods and then tosses a bottle of water over to me.

“Calm your nerves angry bird, it will be fine. Sir Festo would be here and gone like he never came!”

“Seriously, why are you so cool? I know that you could talk to Dad about it and Uncle would only last a day with us. The last time he came, he was constantly sending you on countless errands...” Reminding him was hard because I didn't want to show that cared but I had to do it for my reasons too.

“You are not hearing a word from me, little man, it's my job!” he nonchalantly says I hiss looking away, it was effortless after all.

~

I see Uncle Festo walking towards is with a firm smile, he's not even carrying luggage but dressed in a suit and only a briefcase. His number one rule is, shopping after arriving. No two ways. Dom nudges my arm to put on a smile, at this point, Dom and I have the same direction toward Festo, he's too demanding and intrusive.

“Fuck!” I whisper under my breath as we start walking over to him, he's carrying that ‘haughty important person’ look, Dom shakes hands with him and I attempt to do the same but Uncle Festo pulls me in for a hug. It's excruciating to my bones, Dom better pulls me away and I fall dead.

Dom clears his throat. I'm proud of him, I feel like he's reading minds already, fucking great.

“Welcome, Sir Festo,” Dom says

“Welcome. Uncle Festo. How was your flight?” I almost forgot that he loves greetings. Rule number two.

“Five hours is fair! I've lasted even twelve hours, in the last two months. How's my brother and his hottie? I've seen her pictures! She reminds me of Yolanda, before our divorce, but guess what, Yolanda and I are coming back...” he starts talking as we enter the car. I can't believe that I would have to listen to all of his stories in the next hour, damn!

He takes my Doritos and continues to rat and tell us all about his vacation in France, I'm talking three days ago.

I receive a text from Egan.

*Where are you? Amber is phony rn!*

*Lauren is crazy!!!!*

I make sure that Uncle Festo isn't looking before I text back.

*Stuck!*

“I think you meant to say ‘stuck in the car’, don't you have ah... suggestions that you could use. Ask Google!” Uncle Festo says and my heart stops beating in a bad way. The fuck? This is one of the things I'm talking about. Rule number three, don't use your phone around Festo.

“Oh uhm... Yeah. He’d understand!”

“Hmm! Poor grammar. Don't tell me that your father is wasting huge sums of money to pay for your tuition...”

“I'm actually acing my subjects.” I snap out getting pissed off.

“Oh yes, O told me.” he snaps confidently and stares at his AP wristwatch, and then looks in Dom’s direction. “Faster Dom, I hadn't even gotten my big bro a gift!”

“Yes sir!” you could guess that Dom is also fed up with the noise. He turned to me again.

“Did you know that your father loves Gucci?”

“Apparently! He's always wearing the suits so yeah!”

“Great. Good-son trait. Well, I had to chance to attend a fashion runway last week, I have wonderful choices for your dad!”

What has my Dad's outfits got to do with me or the shopping we headed for—that is even his?

Whether or not he wastes my time, I'm going to go to the clubhouse. I'm tempted to check out my Insta but the man next to me is watching over me even without glasses. Fuck!!!