Page 8 of Rags to Vegas

“At a bar.” I didn’t care that we had a one night stand, but that was no one else’s business but ours.

“I should have known,” Bryan laughed. “That’s very on brand for you.”

Two days later, I walked into my bedroom and grinned. “Come on, bro,” I spoke loudly. “You said you were getting up twenty minutes ago.”

Berkley’s face crumpled with a frown. “It’s my day off, Crenshaw. All I want to do is sleep. Why are you being so loud?” she whined with her eyes still closed.

My baby drained all of Berkley’s energy which was why I wanted her to quit her job, but I wasn’t going to press the issue.

“Aight bet. I was just trying to give you a gift before I left out for work, but if you don’t want it that’s what it is. I’ll see you later.” I was walking over to the bed to give her a kiss when she opened one eye.

“Gift?” her voice was raspy and sleep filled. It made no sense that even a deep ass morning voice turned me on. Berkley’s ass must have known voodoo because she had my ass open. And it was off her genuine personality and demeanor. I’d been with countless pretty women with fat asses and wet pussy. There were at least ten women I could think of off the top of my head that could make a nigga cum in less than five minutes off the throat. None of that made a man fall in love though.

“Nah, stay asleep,” I laughed.

Berkley sat up and pushed the covers off her legs. “I’m up now, so you might as well give me.” She stood up, and I eyed her exposed thighs. She was dressed in an oversized shirt that barely covered her ass cheeks.

“You gotta throw some shorts on. The gift is outside.”

“Outside?” her brows hiked curiously, but she didn’t ask anymore questions.

Berkley stepped into a pair of shorts. She followed me through the front door, and when she saw the hunter green BMW with a big red bow on top, she screamed.

“I’m glad I don’t have neighbors right up under me, or they’d call the police,” I chuckled as she ran toward the car still squealing.

“Crenshaw, it’s gorgeous! Oh my God, I love it so much. I love you,” she ran over and jumped into my arms.

As she locked her legs around my waist, I eased the key fob out of my pocket. “I love you too. I’ve been going over this in my head every damn day. One day I’m with it and the next I’m doubting myself but fuck it. You’re already having my baby. What do you say we go have a cheesy ass Las Vegas wedding in one of those badly decorated chapels?” my heart drummed in my chest as I waited for her answer.

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!”

She kissed me, and my heart rate returned to normal. Who said you couldn’t find your happily ever after from a one night stand?

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The end!