Page 57 of Weddings on the West: Vol. I Brick & Destiny

“You only had one nigga before me, and I better be your only husband, nigga! Now figure out what you want to eat, so I can feed you.”

We ended up having a dope ass lunch, but on the way back, I got a call that something urgent needed to be taken care of at the club.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, hurriedly kissing her before hopping out the truck. I rushed in, finding my daytime manager, Brian. He gave me a rundown of the problem with the cash dispensers. Luckily, that was a quick fix, and I was able to reset the code myself to get them up and running again.

Once I finished, I went back to the truck, scratching my head when I noticed Destiny was no longer in the passenger seat.

Fourteen

Yes

DESTINY

“No, I don’t think you understand, I’m Brick’s—” The bouncer at the door cut me off before I could finish with a simple raise of his hand.

“Lady. I promise I don’t care what you and Brick got goin’ on. If you wanna get in through this door, you pay the cover price.”

“Fine,” I griped, I didn’t have time to argue with that man—I had to pee. I reached into my purse and quickly handed him my ID and cash. No wonder Brick was loaded because spending $50 to get into a strip club on a Sunday afternoon while the sun was still up was insane. To my surprise, they were packed. Some people even looked like they came straight from church, wearing their Sunday Best to come and make it rain.

I followed the signs, running to the restroom so I could empty my bladder before it emptied itself. Even the bathroom was top of the line, looking like it belonged inside of a five-star hotel. Dark walls paired with bright lights gave the room a chic look while not making it feel too cramped. The facilities were spotless and there was everything from feminine wipes to condoms and breath mints. I was impressed. Brick spared no expense to make sure his guests were covered with anything they might need.

As I washed my hands, someone came out of another stall. When my eyes landed on the big haired, curvy woman, a huge smile spread across my face.

“Hey!” She beamed at me with a gorgeous smile. “You’re Destiny, right? I’m Luv! I’m Drew’s wife. We were at your wedding!” She gave a cute little wave and quickly came to the sinks to wash her hands.

“Yes, I remember you! How are you?” Her man, Drew, was part of the crew that ran up on Draco at my bachelorette party. Brick introduced me to them at the wedding, letting me know he was Kilo’s best friend. According to the set of laws they completely made up, that made them both my family as well.

“I’m good!” She finished washing her hands, dried them, and put one on her belly. “I just stopped by to get wings. They seem to be the only thing this baby will tolerate these days. Everything else has me sick as hell.”

“Aww, you’re pregnant!” I squealed. “That actually makes sense because you’re glowing.” I wondered if Brick and I would ever get there. On one hand, he explicitly told me that he never planned to reproduce, but on the other, he put a whole clause in the prenup about what would happen if we did have kids. Maybe that was just a precaution?

“Yes! I’m due in November. Thank you so much! So, how’s married life? Well, I mean, I guess it hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours. But how is life with Brick? He seems like he really loves you.”

“He—You think so?” I asked curiously. She stared at me in confusion because I had just married the man yesterday, and surely I should have known whether or not he loved me. “I mean… I know he does. I’m just surprised other people can see it like that.”

“No, for real.” She assured me. “When he would bring a girl around, he always made it clear that it was specifically for sex or aesthetics. The way he’s so affectionate and all over you all the time is really fuckin’ adorable!” she said with a smile so big that her dimples popped even more.

“I—wow…” I mumbled, unsure of what to say to that.

“Well, girl. Let me get the hell outta here before Drew realizes where I went. I’m supposed to be resting, but the baby wanted food. Let me get your number, maybe we can link soon!”

“I’d love that!” She took my number and I locked hers in. She was so sweet, and it made me wonder how she ended up with someone as serious as Drew.

I made my way back out to the floor and took a real look around this time. The space was massive, and it was nicer than any club I had been inside. I should have known anything owned by a West would be of the highest caliber. There was a whole section for food—I assumed that’s where Luv came to get her precious wings—a section for VIP, and private rooms in the back.

I found a small, secluded spot and sat down so I could text Brick and tell him where I was, but the moment my butt hit the seat, I was ambushed by titties.

“How you doin, baby?” she asked as she sauntered over to me in a full fishnet bodysuit with nothing but a g-string underneath. My eyes ballooned as I threw my hands up in protest.

“Oh no! I’m sorry! I’m just sitting here. I don’t⁠—”

“I’m Kitty,” she said, cutting me off. She rubbed her hands over her nipples, then swung her hair around before bending over and twerking directly in my face… I mean, at least it didn’t stink.

“Oh,” I whispered. “You don’t have to do this…” Despite my refusals, she seductively climbed up on the small stage in front of me, grabbed the pole, then spun around it in circles that made me dizzy. She danced in sync with the music, somehow fast and slow at the same time, doing a combination of moves that would have probably landed me in the ER. My mouth dropped as my brain started committing every detail to memory.

The heart shaped dumbbells she had decorating each nipple.

Her long, curly hair with blonde highlights that she whipped around effortlessly.