Page 40 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

She bit her lip to cover the smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Where are we going, anyways?” she finally asked once she was able to maintain a straight face.

“I’ll tell you in a minute,” I answered.

“Brick, don’t you dare take me to the airport! I’m not playing!” she fussed while grabbing her phone from the cupholder and moving it out of my reach. I laughed as I continued.

“I’m not. I’m saving that for when you act up,” I promised, making her stick her lips out and roll her eyes. We made small talk until I pulled up to a building downtown, and she continued to eye me curiously when I handed the valet my keys and the entire ride up the elevator.

“Why are we at a law firm?” she asked with a frown as she read the words on the door of our destination.

“Just come on, Baby. It’s fine,” I assured her and kissed her before opening the door, eyes glued to her ass as she walked in ahead of me. We checked in and were led to the room for our meeting without waiting. When we got there, I was greeted by my attorney, Pierce. I introduced him to Destiny and he shook her hand before turning and whispering in my ear while he shook mine.

“My nigga, are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked. He had asked me that same shit at least twenty times in the last week, and I gave him the same answer every time.

“Positive,” I answered. A woman with a short hair cut and a pantsuit came in, and Pierce looked at her in disdain.

“Mr. Pierce,” she said, looking him up and down. There was something there, and I would be on his ass about it when we weren’t in mixed company.

She turned to Destiny and shook her hand.

“Hi there, I’m Amika Underwood, I’m your appointed attorney.”

“My what?” she asked. “Why would I need a lawyer?”

“For your prenuptial agreement,” Amika answered. “Mr. West was adamant that you had your own attorney present who was unaffiliated with The West family.”

“Prenup?” she muttered before turning to me. “Wow… So, I guess it’s my turn for a contract, huh? Just like the other girls?” she asked with a look on her face that was equal parts hurt and betrayed.

Fuck.

“Peep, it ain’t even like that.” I scrubbed my hand down my face. I could have kicked my own ass for ambushing her. This should have been a good thing. Hell, it was. But the way I went about it was dumb as hell.

“It’s fine,” she turned to Amika with an icy expression. “Just tell me what I need to sign.”

“You don’t want to go over the terms?” Pierce asked.

“I’m good. I know not to say anything to embarrass him in public, and I don’t want any money from him,” she said as she plopped down in a chair with her arms crossed.

“Okay,” Amika said, looking at all of us like we were nutty as hell and probably wondering what she had gotten herself into. “Well, in that case, we will definitely need to go over these terms.” She sat down next to Destiny, pulled a stack of papers from her bag, and started reading them before she continued.

“I’ll just give you the cliff notes. As a part of the arrangement, you will receive a monthly stipend of exactly nineteen thousand two hundred and twenty-two dollars as well as one million for every year of your marriage. Your tuition and expenses will be covered for any education you’d like to pursue for as long as you wish. Any children born following the consummation of the marriage will be fully financially supported by Mr. West, regardless of any future custody arrangements. In the event of Mr. West’s passing, you would stand to inherit anything under his name… that part of the clause would officially start today after signing, and not after the wedding.”

She sat there, jaw slack, digesting the words as she looked from Amika back to the paper several times before turning back to me.

“I told you, I got you,” I scoffed, taking the papers from Amika and signing the highlighted portions, essentially giving this woman half of my assets for the rest of our lives, and all of them if she outlived me.

“Brick… I don’t—” she started but was abruptly cut off.

“I’m not goin’ back and forth with you. Sign the papers so we can go, and these nice people can get back to their day.” I raised my brows at her, not blinking until she picked up a pen, flipping through the pages and signing all of her required lines.

“Now, was that so hard?” I asked, blowing a kiss her way. We tied up any loose ends, wished them a good evening, and sent them on their way.

I probably should have mentioned the clause in the fine print stating that I had full permission to blow a hole through any nigga she entertained after me, but I figured I was in enough trouble, so I kept my mouth shut.

“What you wanna do with the rest of our day, babe?” I asked, kissing the back of her hand as we waited on the valet to pull my shit back out.

“Let’s… just go back to my house,” she said, looking away with a coy expression on her face and causing me to drive thirty miles over the speed limit because I already knew what time it was. Like the night on the tarmac, when I parked outside of her apartments, I rushed over, snatched her out and threw her over my shoulder.