Chapter 5 Dinner at the DiCaprio's Mansion

As I stepped into the grand dining room, the scent of a sumptuous feast filled the air. The room was adorned with elegant decorations, and the soft glow of candlelight cast a warm ambiance over the scene.

With a smile on my face, I made my way towards my grandmother, the matriarch of our family. Her eyes twinkled with joy as she saw me approaching, and she welcomed me with open arms. I leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, feeling the softness of her wrinkled skin beneath my lips.

Next, I turned to my mother, who was seated beside my grandmother. Her face beamed with pride and love as she saw me. I leaned in and gave her a tender kiss on her cheek, feeling the warmth of her embrace.

After embracing my grandmother and mother,I took my seat at the table, opposite my cousin Felipe, who smirked at me.

"Congratulations, Leonardo. I heard you are getting married soon," he mocked. "Finally, the famous playboy is about to get tied down by marriage."

I pressed my phone, ignoring him, which made him even madder.

As I pressed my phone, ignoring Felipe's taunts, his smirk turned into a scowl. It wasn't surprising to see him react this way; after all, he thrived on getting a reaction out of people.

Ignoring his presence, I focused on the important email I had received earlier. It was from the event planner for my upcoming Modeling competition, confirming the final details and arrangements.

"Hey, Leonardo! Are you too busy planning your wedding to even respond? Or are you just pretending you're too good for us now?" Felipe's voice dripped with sarcasm, his attempts to provoke me becoming more desperate.

Taking a deep breath, I put down my phone and looked directly into Felipe's eyes. "Felipe, I have no interest in engaging in this childish banter with you.

The room fell silent as everyone at the table stared at us, waiting to see how Felipe would react. Felipe's face turned red with anger, but he couldn't find the words to respond. It was clear that my assertiveness caught him off guard.

Seizing the opportunity, I turned my attention back to my phone and resumed reading the email. The table remained silent for a few moments.

Grandpa cleared his throat, capturing the attention of everyone in the room.

"Dear family," Grandpa began, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. "As you all know, Leonardo is getting married soon, and we couldn't be prouder of him. It's a time of celebration and unity for our family."

"I want everyone to prepare themselves for the trip to Nigeria next month. Leonardo will be getting married to Damilola in a traditional Nigerian ceremony.

"Are you kidding me, Grandpa?why do I, Leonardo DiCaprio, need to get married in Nigeria traditional way. Why can't we just have a simple white wedding and get it over with?"

"We can't do that. It's the culture of Nigeria to get married traditionally. So, you have to learn about the culture of Nigeria, specifically the Yorubas."

I sighed, running a hand through my tousled hair. "I understand the importance of embracing different cultures, Grandpa," he said, his voice tinged with exasperation. "But can't we find a compromise? Maybe incorporate some elements of the Nigerian tradition into a simpler ceremony?"

Grandpa, smiled gently. "Leo, my dear grandson, I know change can be challenging, especially when it comes to something as significant as marriage. But it's crucial to honor and respect the traditions and values of the people you're joining through marriage. It's an opportunity to bridge gaps and foster understanding."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my mind racing with thoughts of red tape, logistical challenges, and the added pressure of organizing a traditional Nigerian wedding.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded. "Alright, Grandpa, I'll do it. I'll embrace the Nigerian traditions and learn about the Yoruba culture. But can you promise to guide me through this process? I don't want to make any cultural missteps."

As we resumed eating, the conversation shifted from our deliberation about the trip to Nigeria to more lighthearted topics. We began discussing random things, sharing stories, and laughing together.

Over the next few weeks, I immersed myself in learning about Yoruba culture. I discovered the significance of the traditional engagement ceremony called the "Introduction Ceremony," where I would present gifts to the bride's family and receive their blessings. I learned about the colorful attire, the rhythmic music, and the lively dances that would accompany the wedding festivities.

Leonardo DiCaprio Suite

I invited Sarah, one of bitches, to my suite. As soon as she arrived, I grabbed her kissing her without wasting time, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

I saw her fake eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Just as I was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress me. She took off my jacket, my tie, my pants, my shirt, my underwear, and made me lie down on the bed, She sat on the bed, took my hand, and brought it under her dress. She was not wearing panties. My hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. My fingers were all but sucked inside. ...

Then Sarah mounted me and used her hand to slip me inside her. Once she had me deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips, riding atop me, Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. My erection grew larger and harder.

After three rounds of sex, I took a bath and headed to the airport to join my family for the trip to Nigeria. We boarded my private jet.