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“Answer me, baby,” I groaned, still stroking her.
I knew she was looking for sarcasm on my face, but there wasn’t one. When she realized that I wasn’t playing, she said…
“Yesssss…”
That yes had both of us cumming at the same time. That nut took a lot out of me, so I flew back onto the couch and pulled her down with me. For about five minutes, we both just lay there, trying to get our breathing in order. Once Normani caught her breath, she put her elbows on my chest and looked at
the ring on her finger in amazement.
“Were you serious? Is this an engagement ring or a promise ring?” she asked.
“I’m a grown man, Normani. What the fuck I’m doing giving you a promise ring?” I asked.
“Okay, then here. Get on one knee and ask me,” she said, taking the ring off her finger and passing it back to me.
I laughed and moved her off me before I stood up. After sliding my Versace briefs back on, I grabbed her leg, pulling her down to the edge of the couch, and then I got down on one knee.
“I want to clear any doubt from your head and let you know that I didn’t propose because I felt that you were pregnant, and I also didn’t propose because you said something about it to me a few days ago. I knew that this was what I wanted to do before last week. I felt like the best time for me to go and get the ring was when you went to New York. You should know me well enough by now to know that ain’t nobody going to make me do something that I ain’t ready to do anyway.
“I know you the woman for me. When I look at you, you are the woman I would want my daughter to be like when she grows up. I would like my son to bring home a woman like you when he’s old enough to take a woman seriously. I used to always think that you have to date somebody for a few years and build up a strong connection to start talking about marriage. It ain’t even been a year, and I just know in my gut that this is what I want to do. My connection with you is already strong enough. I want to keep you in my life forever. I want to change your last name. Will you marry me, baby?” I asked.
Normani had tears dripping down her face as she eagerly nodded her head.
“Yes. I’ll marry you, baby,” she said.
With a smile on my face, I put the ring back on her finger and pulled her into me, lifting her up. While holding her up, I laughed while looking in her eyes.
“Let me guess, when people ask how I proposed, you going to give them the second version?” I said, and she laughed.
“Of course. I will not tell anyone that you were sexing me and popped a ring on my finger. That’s so ghetto, Billionaire. This ring is gorgeous,” she said, unable to stop admiring the big, beautiful, pear-shaped Eternity engagement ring in 14K white gold. I couldn’t even lie; that shit was pretty, and it looked so good on her finger.
“Gorgeous like you. Bae, let me go get a pregnancy test. I want to know right now if you are pregnant for real,” I said, unable to control my excitement.
“In the morning, baby. Come on, let’s go upstairs, fiancé,” she said and then kissed my lips.
“I like the way that shit sounds. I’m ready to start saying wife, though,” I let her know as I walked out of the den with her in my arms.
I couldn’t believe that a nigga was engaged. Nobody knew I was doing this shit. Not even my mama, and I told her just about every fuckin’ thing. I didn’t say shit to anyone because I ain’t want anyone to try and talk me out of it and tell me I was moving too fast. I just felt like I ain’t have to put a time frame on the shit I was doing with Normani. What fuckin’ difference did it make if I proposed today versus doing it in two more years? Either way, my mind was made up, and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
“Yeahhhh?” Normani groaned into the phone.
It was Saturday, a little after noon, and this girl was answering the phone like I had called her at six in the morning. I sucked my teeth because I wanted to hang with my girl so badly today, but from how she answered the phone, I could tell she was about to tell me that she was too tired to hang. Today, I wouldn’t take no for an answer because I hadn’t seen her ass in almost three damn weeks. Plus, I wanted to hear it from the horse’s mouth about this supposed pregnancy.
Billion’s mama, who was my auntie Paulette, couldn’t hold a secret to save her damn life. She’d already called and ran it down to me, telling me how Normani and Billion found out that Normani was pregnant, but I wanted to hear it from my girl. I’d been missing in action, so there were a lot of things Normani had to fill me in on, and there were a ton of things I needed to let her in on as well.
I was supposed to get away to L.A. for just a weekend, but I ended up staying a week. The only reason I brought my ass home is that Truth had to host a basketball event in Chicago, and I figured this would be a good time to bring my ass back home. My mama had been asking too many damn questions, trying to figure out where the hell I was.
Listen, I didn’t know where this thing between Truth and I was headed, but I can tell you right now that a bitch was sprung off dick. I was happy right now, feeling like I felt years ago when Truth and I entered a relationship for the first time. No, we weren’t together, but let him tell it, and he’ll say I was his wife. Somehow, Monterius got a hold of my new number, and his timing to call me couldn’t have been more off.
Last night, Truth and I were getting a last minute fuck session in before it was time for me to go to the airport. He had me in his bed, with my legs sprawled out, and he was eating the lining out of my pussy. My phone just kept going off on the dresser. I just powered it off altogether, and because I knew Monterius’ number by heart, I saw that it was him calling. I felt like I had just got caught cheating or something, although I had made it very clear that the two of us weren’t even together.
After I powered off the phone, the sex with Truth just wasn’t the same because I felt bad about what I was doing. Why are women like this? Why do we put up with so much shit from a nigga, but the second we decide that we want to play the game too, our feelings get involved, and we feel bad for the very same nigga who hurt us in the first place?
When I got to the airport, I turned my phone back on, and let’s just say that Monterius called me everything but a child of God in the text messages he sent. Oh, I can’t leave out the part where he told me he would kill Truth. See, this is when I have to draw the line and decide what I would do because I couldn’t be stringing two men along. Two men who I knew cared for me deeply.
I loved Monterius to my soul, but the shit he did was just some shit I couldn’t forgive him for. On the other hand, there was Truth, a man I knew for a fact would be the perfect man for me. However, Truth had made it clear that he had no plans to move back to Miami, and I didn’t want to leave Miami. They were on their offseason from basketball, and I knew that once the season started back, I would hardly see his ass. That’s the same shit I had to deal with from Monterius, so I didn’t want to leave one relationship and then jump headfirst into another one like that.
At least I knew that if I got with Truth, I wouldn’t be cheated on. Ugh, just thinking about this shit was giving me a damn headache, which is why I wanted Normani to get out of the house and hang out with me. She always gave good advice.
