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“Ewwww,” Bria said, coming into the kitchen with her plate in her hands.
I had to check her plate, because she likes to pick her food and don’t eat anything. I laughed at her, then kissed her on the cheek and headed upstairs to get my day started.
10:06 p.m.
“Dontae, hurry up please, we were supposed to leave like thirty minutes ago,” I whined, sitting on the bed.
“I’m coming now baby, damn,” he said, coming from out the bathroom.
Point blank fuckin period–my man was that nigga, and he was giving August Alsina a run for his money. I don’t think I have ever seen my baby in a suit and my God, he was fuckin killing it. That’s why his ass was taking so damn long. I didn’t even know that he was wearing a suit tonight. My baby was sporting a black $2,000, three-piece Emporio Armani suit, with a royal blue dress shirt, and a black and royal blue bowtie. His hair was nicely cut, and his mustache was trimmed to perfection.
“Baby you look so fuckin sexy,” I said walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Nah baby, you giving your nigga a run for his money,” he said, turning me around.
I had to admit it, I was the shit right now. In my $1,500 two-piece bandage dress by Herve Leger. On my feet were a pair of black and blue Giuseppe Zanottis. My hair was parted down the middle, in a versatile sew-in of 20, 22, and 24 inches, with beach curls falling all the way down to my ass. Everything was on fleek, too. Lord knows I didn’t need weave with my already long hair, but I just wanted to try something different. My nails were a royal blue with diamonds encrusted. I felt and looked like a million bucks–couldn’t nobody tell me shit right now.
We walked downstairs, and I could feel Dontae poking me in the back with his dick. I had to keep myself under control right now. We haven’t made it out the door yet, and I’m pretty sure that I had a neck full of hickies already. We stepped outside and there was a silver 2015 Bentley Continental GT waiting for us with our chauffeur, James.
“Damn baby, all this for me?” Dontae asked me.
“Yes baby, I told you, anything for my king,” I reassured him while kissing him on his lips.
The whole drive to the club, Dontae would not keep his hands off me. I knew for a fact that tonight would be a very long night. Finally, after being an hour late, we were finally pulling up to the club. We stepped out, and I swear I felt like we were celebrities or something. People in line were taking pictures of us and saying how nice we looked together. As soon as we got in the building, Dontae was bum rushed by all his niggas. I kissed him bye, and went to find Nae and my assistant Melanie sitting up in VIP. Imani didn’t come, so she was stuck with all the kids.
“Bitch you look fuckin good! At two months pregnant and it’s still what’s a waist?” Nae said, referring to how tiny my waist was. I smiled and gave both of them a hug. As we were talking, I could feel someone staring at me, and I looked down and it was Dontae. He motioned with his hand for me to come here.
“Hold on, I’ll be back,” I told my girls. I walked over to Dontae, where he and his niggas were taking pictures at the photo booth.
“Come get in these pictures with me,” he said, grabbing my hand.
We did a few normal poses, then Dontae started getting carried away with the last few. Dontae gripped my ass with two hands as he kissed me on my mouth. I didn’t mind my man grabbing my ass; I mean, he did it a
ll the time. I just felt uncomfortable with him doing it in front of all his boys, and having them look at me like that made me feel weird. After taking pictures, Dontae put my back to his chest and slammed me into him. I tried to push him away from me, because he was making me mad now. He turned me around to face him, and then lifted me up in the air and held me up by my waist.
“Taeeee put me down, your embarrassing me!” I said, and I knew my face had to be red as hell right now. Everybody was looking at us saying “aww” and stuff like that, but I was so embarrassed. It’s like all eyes were on us, and we were suddenly the center of attention.
“Tell me you love your nigga!” Dontae said, with me still in the air.
“I love you baby, please put me down!” I cried, embarrassed. I hated for the spotlight to be on me.
“Okay, you love me right?” he asked, and I nodded yes.
“Okay then,” he put me down and reached his hand out to Rashard, who then proceeded to hand him a jewelry box.
“Marry a nigga then, since you love me,” he said, getting down on one knee.
“Oh my God, baby yes I’ll marry you!” I said, jumping up and down and pulling him up with me.
He slid the ring on my finger, and that damn ice was liable to blind a bitch. Dontae wiped my eyes and pulled me into him closer, grabbing my ass.
“Come on, let’s enjoy the party, cry baby,” he joked. We walked up to VIP, and I sat on my fiancé’s lap. Heard that? My fiancé!
“Congratulations girl!” Nae and Melanie said at the same time.
“Ya’ll hoes knew about this, huh?” I asked them, smiling.
“Girl, who you think he took to go get the ring picked out? Me and Mani! We know your style,” Nae said, laughing.
