Page 31 of Know Your Place

“Are you proposing to me?” Her brows rose.

“Are you gonna say yes?”

She reached up and caressed my face. We stared into each other’s eyes for several long seconds before she nodded. “Yes, Beretta. I’ll marry you . . . eventually.”

I picked her up and twirled her around. She laughed as I kissed all over her face before I put her back on her feet.

“Juicy?”

“Yes, baby?”

I grinned. Baby. It would never get old.

“I love you.”

She blessed me with another smile. My heart couldn’t settle down with its rhythmic beat even if I wanted it to.

“I love you, Beretta Slater.”

I pecked her lips and then opened the car door for her again. “Let’s go get you a ring.”

She clapped excitedly. I chuckled at her goofy ass as she got in. I couldn’t believe I woke up this morning as a boyfriend for the first time in my life, and before noon even hit, I was a fiancé. What could I say? When I did something, I did it big and with my whole heart, and I was fully convinced that life with Icelynn would be no different.

Two weeks later . . .

“Stop starin’ at it. You might go blind,” Beretta joked.

With my hand out in front of me, I beamed. “I can’t help it. It’s so pretty.”

My ring had finally come in from being sized. It had been a long two weeks of waiting, but it was here and on my finger for a lifetime.

Beretta chuckled as he drove. “Yeah, that mothafucka is nice.”

Not a lie told there. The ring we picked out was something special. It was big, sparkly, and screamed fiancée. Damn. I really couldn’t believe I was someone’s fiancée. This thing with Beretta had been a whirlwind, but I was glad it happened. What was it people said? I wouldn’t trade this shit for anything in the world.

“You hungry?” I finally asked as I pried my eyes away from my beautiful ring and looked at my fiancé. He knew his ass was fine. His fresh re-twist and crisp line up had me wanting to drop my panties and fuck him right here in the car, but my rumbling stomach forced me to get my priorities in check.

“Hell yeah.” He licked his lips and glanced at me.

I giggled. We were always on the same damn page. “For food, daddy. For real, I’m hungry.”

“Gotta feed my baby then,” he replied.

I knew I didn’t even have to tell him where I wanted to go. He knew my favorite places. I sat back like a passenger princess in awe. Who the hell would have ever thought my crazy ass would be a damn passenger princess? I might not have fully been in my soft girl era—the beast in me was too wild for me to think I would ever fully be there—but I knew I was as close as I’d ever get. That was what Beretta did to me. Now that I allowed myself to love him and stop running and hiding from him, I felt so safe with him.

When we pulled up to my favorite steakhouse, I beamed. “Oh, you tryna go all out?”

“Only the best for my fiancée.” He grinned as he parked, then he got out to get my door for me.

I knew all our family and friends were sick of us. Now that they’d gotten over the shock of us being engaged, they had to be sick of us. I knew I would be. All we talked about was my fiancé this and my fiancée that. We were sickening, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

We walked hand in hand into the restaurant. Affection had gotten so much easier for us in the past couple of weeks. Now that we weren’t pretending we couldn’t stand each other, all the lovey dovey shit Chyna and Keegan did came natural.

“Table for two?” the hostess asked.

Beretta looked behind him and to each side of him, and I snorted. He was about to be up to his good ol’ bullshit.

“Do you see more than two people standin’ here?”