Page 45 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“You have a special guest,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“Girl, this better not be a stripper!” I fussed.

“No, he’ll be here later!” I turned to protest, but when my eyes landed on my future husband standing there in his tan button up, chest out, and brown slacks, my mouth hung open. I couldn’t tell which was glowing more, his brown skin, or his diamonds as both glistened in the sun.

“Baby!” I said, running into his strong arms. When he wrapped them around my entire frame, I leaned in close so only he could hear me.

“Grab my butt,” I whispered in his ear.

“What? In front of your people? Peep, you drunk?” he whispered back skeptically.

“Do it!” I demanded. “And kiss me like you really like me!”

“Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice!” He pulled his lips away from my ear and promptly put them on mine, kissing me like we were alone in my apartment again. His hands slid down my back to squeeze and knead both my cheeks through the soft material of my dress. I tried pulling away once I thought we had made our point, but he refused to let me out of our lip lock, tonguing me down in front of all my female relatives as they gasped and made scandalous comments. My plan backfired because I was the one who ended up weak in the knees and wet between the legs when he finally let me up for air.

“That work?” he asked while resting his forehead on mine and giving me one last hard squeeze.

“Perfect.” I exhaled, eyes low.

Is this what it feels like to be high?

“What are you doing here?” I asked, touching my lips that were still a bit numb from the suction and now void of any gloss.

“I heard we were giving gifts today. I thought I would pull up with my contribution.” When he finally peeled his arms away from me, I immediately missed them. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box with a bow on top. I stared at him curiously as I unwrapped it, eyes going wide when I saw the custom key fob that had “Peep’s Rover” engraved on the side.

“Brickly… What did you do?” I asked.

“I told you, I brought you a gift.” He shrugged before he reached over and hit the button on the fob, making the horn honk. I spun around and covered my mouth to contain my scream as my eyes landed on the brand new Range Rover parked at the edge of the driveway. I tried to blink back tears as I noticed that the custom wrap was done to match his green truck.

“Baby!” I squealed, running over to the truck. “You didn’t have to do this.” I smiled inwardly as I noticed the sour looks on my mom, cousins’, and aunts’ faces. That made the moment even sweeter as I pulled him in this time, planting a kiss on him that had his eyes low.

“Man, Peep… I’ma get outta here before I fuck around and bend you over this car. Y’all ladies have a good afternoon. Baby, hit me up when you’re done partying.” He gave me one more kiss before turning to walk away. All I could do was watch the way his back muscles moved in his shirt as he made his way to his own car.

“Wait! Hold the fuck up!” Eden snatched the keys from my hand and hit the button. “This nigga just pulled up, tongued you down, then dropped off a Rover?”

“Yes,” I said with a drunken smile. That grin didn’t leave my face for the rest of the bridal shower.

A few hours later, we sat in the VIP section of a club that Eden insisted we go to. Like before, the music was way too loud and the flashing lights were annoying, but after my first fruity cocktail drink, I adjusted.

I was on my third.

“Okay y’all!” Eden screamed into a microphone. I blinked, wondering where she even got that from. I felt really cute in my cropped tube top and matching mini skirt set, and the more I drank, the less I tugged at the hem of the skirt.

“Give it up for my big sister! It’s her bachelorette party! So, if you wanna send us some shots, let the bartender know!” I rolled my eyes because I would not be taking shots with her.

“Are you having fun?” she asked, sitting next to me and tossing her arm over my shoulder.

“I ammm,” I sang as I sipped my drink. I frowned when Stasha gently took it out of my hand. She had been sitting there with a face that said she was silently judging me all night. I guess this was the part where she did it out loud.

“You don’t think you’ve had enough?” she asked.

“Girl, she’s getting married. Hopefully she’s only doing this once, so let my sister turn up!” Eden handed me a fresh drink, stood up on the couch, and started twerking. All I could do was laugh because she was truly one of a kind.

“I mean you might as well,” Stasha mumbled, taking a sip of her own virgin daiquiri. “He definitely seems like he’s having his fun.”

“What does that mean? I asked her with a raised brow.

“See for yourself.” She handed me her phone which had Kilo’s page pulled up on his latest story.