"Welcome to being treated like shit for no reason."
In which a black woman falls in love with an asian man who takes discrimination on a stride.
Started: 8/05/2020
Ended: 1/01/2023
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"Ms Da Costa, Mr Kim has said no to every cake option. If we don't agree on a cake flavour soon, it'll delay the baker working on cake designs. It's been three weeks... we only have three months."
Well, it's month two out of five months without sex until the weeding day. Chai is just a bit grouchy. It's quite amusing to me because I had never seen the diva, difficult side to Somchai but, it ain't cute right now. We need to get the weeding and sweets menu together, he can't just keep saying no.
"I understand Martha," I agreed offering a sympathetic smile to her, "I'll talk to him."
Martha is the weeding planner we hired and so far, she's been a super star. She went through hell and high water to book thee Vicky Boateng all the way from the UK and this girl to do my makeup that was booked for months. She even got several designers to send weeding dresses from overseas just so I could try them on... I have literally tried dresses which are worth thousands within days. Designers were dying for me to fall in love with their dresses... I mean it's the Kim heir getting married, probably the most exclusive weeding of the century.
The venues that she's got us to go and visit, where just so exclusive I know she had to bulldoze doors to get us in there.
We literally approached her with five months to plan a Kim weeding and she's been working her butt off.
"Blubbery velvet," Chai asked spitting the cake into a napkin in front of the baker, "this is disgusting. Martha I need another baker with fresh options, you've got two days."
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"Ms Da Costa, he doesn't like any of the suits either," Martha complained over the phone, "we went to one of the most exclusive shops in the area and he complained that the grey was grainy on one of the suits! I don't know what to do."
"He's just a bit grouchy Martha, I'll talk to him if he continues."
Enough is enough and when Martha called hysterical because Somchai said no to every shoe option I lost it.
"You don't want a suit. You don't want shoes. You don't like the bakers. You'll have to find something you do like quickly."
"Yeah okay," he hummed looking at his tablet barely paying attention.
"You know what," I murmured snatching the tablet out of his hands and throwing it against the wall, "I'm talking to you."
"Nayla what the fuck?! I was looking at something!"
"Okay but like I said, I'm talking to you! You're gonna make the weeding planning stage miserable," I yelled sniffling.
"Fuck," he sighed closing his eyes, "come here Nayla."
At his request I moved to sit next to him, leaning into his side. I was still on the verge of crying so this could go either way...
"Martha works sooo hard," I sniffled, "and you keep making her life harder, she's only got three months to make this happen."
"I know baby," he agreed in a soothing tone, stroking my back, "I'm sorry I'll be better, I'm just... pent up."
"But it's just a little bit more till we can get it on again. I read that after holding back for so long, it makes the honeymoon transcendental even. I want it to be special."
"Fuck," he sighed burying his face on my shoulder, "just looking at your bra outline makes me want to squeeze them."
"M-Maybe you should get a p-pocket p-"
"Don't finish that thought."
"I'm sorry this is so hard for you baby," I apologised giving him a sweet kiss, "but I promise we can do whatever you want during the honeymoon."
"You promised okay?"
"I knoww I did," I giggled combing out his hair gently, "Martha said on Monday, specially designed KITON suits are being flown specifically designed for you so I want you to choose a suit on that day."
