Page 19 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“Hello?” Destiny answered, sleep all in her voice.

“What’s good, Peep? What you doin’?”

“Sleep,” she groaned as I heard her shuffling around in the background.

“My fault. I was just trying to figure out what time I need to pick you up tomorrow?”

“Oh, I didn’t think you were coming,” she said softly.

“Why wouldn’t I? This my wedding too, and I only plan on doing this bullshit once. I gotta make sure you not gon’ have my shit lookin’ tacky.”

“Whatever,” she said with a giggle. “She said be there at three, so…”

“Bet, I’ll come through and pick you up around two-thirty. Please don’t wear that fuck ass green dress again.”

“What’s wrong with the green dress?” she asked.

“It’s ugly as shit… better yet, burn that… and anything else you got like it. Don’t even think of bringing that shit over here.”

“Screw you! That dress is cute! I got it on sale from Target!”

“Peep, please be fuckin’ for real! Niggas don’t even shop at Target no more, so I know you been terrorizing the town in that shit for years!” I huffed, unable to bite back the smile when she laughed groggily. I was glad she could take a joke and wasn’t nearly as timid as her Pops made her out to be. Either way, I was only half joking, because that shit had to go.

“So, you called me out of my good sleep to clown me? What, you getting ignored by your entourage of women? Aww,” she teased.

“Fuck you! I was trying to be considerate and call my future wife before I called the hoes.”

“Don’t call them that,” she fussed. “If you’re actively sleeping with them, then that makes you the same thing. I don’t deal with men who disrespect women.”

“Wow… I never thought I would see the day that my fiancée was checkin’ me about being respectful to the women I sleep with.”

“Anyways… How was your trip?”

“Good, I guess. I mean, everything went according to plan. Another day in the office.”

“You don’t sound like you enjoyed it.”

“I don’t,” I admitted. “I would want nothing more than to focus on the club and leave all this other shit, but thanks to my Ma, I’m stuck.”

“I still can’t believe you own a strip club,” she said in disgust.

“Man, don’t be talkin’ shit about my pride and joy, and don’t knock it until you try it. I can see you now, in that bitch throwing ones and getting lap dances.”

“I doubt that,” she mumbled before I heard her yawn on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, aight. I’ma let you go though because you sound tired as fuck.” It was only then that I realized just how late it was. I was surprised that she even picked up for me at three in the morning because I would have cussed someone smooth out for interrupting my sleep.

“Okay, goodnight Brickly. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Peep.”

I hung up and hit up Mina next. It had been a minute, and I needed to get my dick wet.

“Hello?” she groaned into the phone.

“Come through,” I demanded.

“Uh uh! Nigga don’t be treating me like a hoe, calling me at this hour! And what the fuck is this I hear about you getting married? You got me fu⁠—”