Page 6 of Rags to Vegas

BERKLEY

My jaw slacked as I stared at the sticker on the bottom of the heels that Crenshaw picked up. “You like these?”

Crenshaw chuckled. “Why are you whispering? What size you wear?” he asked while waving the salesgirl over. “These would look dope as hell on your feet.”

“Um a nine.” I wondered if he was really going to do it.

It had been three days since my first night at the club, and I had seen Crenshaw every day.

We not only spent time together every day, but we’d had sex every day too.

He damn near had me walking bowlegged, but pain had never felt so good.

The salesgirl walked over to us with a box, and I sat down to try the shoes on.

She was working hard to secure the sale and get that commission because as soon as I pulled my foot out of my sandal, she bent down and placed the heel on my foot.

After she buckled it, I stood up, and they were indeed fire as fuck.

The black platform Chanel shoes with a chunky silver heel were absolutely beautiful. When Crenshaw asked the salesgirl to find a purse for me that matched the shoes I damn near fainted. I looped my arm through his and squeezed tight.

“Crenshaw, I promise I’m not that girl. I would love these things, but I don’t expect you to spend money on me just because you have it.”

“I know.” He peered into my face and gripped my chin.

“I can definitely see that you’re not like most, and that makes me want to treat you even more.

I’m very successful. And I say this very humbly, but those shoes and the cost of a bag are play money to me.

My sports management company just secured a $34,000,000 dollar deal for one of my clients that plays Major League Baseball.

I have the shop and other investments. My house and all my cars are paid for.

Let me do something nice for you. I swear there are no strings attached. "

I’d never heard anything good about professional athletes.

Crenshaw wasn’t in the NBA anymore, however, and he was almost thirty.

Maybe he had actually grown, and his playboy ways were behind him.

Halle was confident that he hadn’t slept with anyone that worked at Wild Wonders.

She didn’t have a reason to lie to me. Halle didn’t even know I had history with Crenshaw.

I decided to just go with the flow and not think too far ahead.

Most men did come across as perfect in the beginning.

Only time would tell if Crenshaw was a wolf in sheep’s clothing or if he was Mr. Right.

I drove my car through Crenshaw’s security gate with my stomach doing backflips.

We had officially been dating for three months.

We weren’t in a relationship, but he made it clear to me that he wasn’t dating anyone else, and I wasn’t dating anyone else either.

The past three months had been amazing. We hadn’t had so much as a disagreement.

He had to be near the door because my finger was still on the doorbell when the door opened.

“Hey babe,” he pecked me on the lips.

“Hey. So, I went to pay my rent, and she told me that it had already been paid through the duration of my lease. I told her she must be mistaken, but she showed me a copy of the receipt. You paid my rent up for the next five months?”

“Yeah, I did. I wanted that to be one less thing on your plate.”

I stared at Crenshaw in amazement. I had tried my best not to fall for him.

I tried so hard, but I had failed miserably.

And it wasn’t just because he spoiled me.

Crenshaw was the most thoughtful and romantic man that I’d ever met.

The day before, he had two dozen roses delivered to me.

Every other day, he was doing something amazing for me, and he never once threw it back in my face or acted controlling or arrogant. He was literally too good to be true.

I burst into tears. Crenshaw’s mouth gaped open a bit, and he appeared truly stumped. Laughing through my tears, I wiped my face. “I’m not crazy, I promise. This just seems too good to be true, and I don’t want it to be ruined.”

I reached in my back pocket and removed the item wrapped in a paper towel. I passed it to Crenshaw, and he unwrapped the paper towel with a look of bewilderment on his face. When he realized what he was holding, his head snapped up.

“You’re pregnant?”

The fact that he looked happy instead of mortified calmed my nerves. Answering his question with a simple nod, I waited on his next reaction with bated breath. When Crenshaw picked me up and spun me around, all I could do was laugh and thank God. Maybe true love did exist after all.