9. Endgame
Nine
Endgame
brICK
Since the night she let me taste her lips, I had been a fiend. If I wasn’t at the club or handling West Inc. official business, I was somewhere laid up, trying to suck Destiny’s lips off her fuckin’ face.
We kissed on the couch, we kissed at the park, we kissed in the back of her favorite smoothie shop.
Anywhere we were together, we were all over each other like a couple of nasty ass teenagers.
This day in particular, we had the seat laid back in the Bentley as we damn near devoured each other.
She must have been really feeling herself, because she was perched on top of me, grinding her pussy into my lap.
I don’t even think she realized she was doing it, but I sure as fuck wasn’t complaining.
She had finally started to dress like someone born after the fifties, and I couldn’t have been happier about that shit.
That day, she had on jeans that hugged her hips and ass, and a fitted wrap around top that showed just a tiny bit of her waist. Still not nearly as revealing as someone I’d usually fuck with, but everything looked good on her.
I was using my hands to take advantage of every sliver of skin that she offered me.
When she groaned into my mouth, my shit got so hard that I almost launched her ass to the moon.
For someone who acted so pure and holy, Destiny kissed like a woman who knew her way around a dick.
We got hotter and I slid my hands down her back, and around to the front of her jeans to try a swift unbutton.
She promptly grabbed my hands and moved them back to her ass.
I planted one more kiss to her lips, then pulled my head back.
“This shit is so fuckin’ childish… Lemme fuck you.” Yes, I liked kissing her, but I would much rather be doing it with my dick wet. She didn’t make it no better either, always kissing on a nigga and touching me. Her little moans every time shit got heavy always did me bad.
“No, Brick.” She giggled, then gasped when my hands slid under her top to caress her bare waist. “Besides, we have somewhere to be, right?” I groaned in frustration as she climbed back over to her seat.
We were exactly eight days away from the wedding, and I had one more thing to do before we walked down the aisle.
We had an appointment, but I would have gladly rescheduled for an opportunity to stick the tip in.
“Listen, Peep. I promised to work on my patience, but you gotta stop doin’ me like this,” I complained while starting up the car.
“Like what?” She giggled while pulling down her mirror and fixing her lip gloss and hair that I had just fucked up.
I paused to look at her before pulling off.
She was so fuckin’ pretty. I knew that before, but seeing her confidence grow each day as she found herself was fuckin’ beautiful.
I had already promised myself that with or without me, she would have that freedom for the rest of her life.
“Hello?” she asked, hand waving in front of my face.
“What, Baby?”
“I said, ‘like what?’ How am I doing you?” She asked again as she flipped the mirror up and turned back to me.
“Like this,” I said, pulling her hand to rest on top of my hard dick.
She gasped like she was surprised. “Yeah, you got in the truck and hopped on my shit, now you got me riding around here on hard at 1p.m. on a fuckin’ Friday.
Yeah, I’ma be patient… Just know when you give me the okay, I’m not coming up for air for a few weeks. ”
She bit her lip to cover the smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“Where are we going, anyways?” she finally asked once she was able to maintain a straight face.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” I answered.
“Brick, don’t you dare take me to the airport! I’m not playing!” she fussed while grabbing her phone from the cupholder and moving it out of my reach. I laughed as I continued.
“I’m not. I’m saving that for when you act up,” I promised, making her stick her lips out and roll her eyes. We made small talk until I pulled up to a building downtown, and she continued to eye me curiously when I handed the valet my keys and the entire ride up the elevator.
“Why are we at a law firm?” she asked with a frown as she read the words on the door of our destination.
“Just come on, Baby. It’s fine,” I assured her and kissed her before opening the door, eyes glued to her ass as she walked in ahead of me.
We checked in and were led to the room for our meeting without waiting.
When we got there, I was greeted by my attorney, Pierce.
I introduced him to Destiny and he shook her hand before turning and whispering in my ear while he shook mine.
“My nigga, are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked. He had asked me that same shit at least twenty times in the last week, and I gave him the same answer every time.
“Positive,” I answered. A woman with a short hair cut and a pantsuit came in, and Pierce looked at her in disdain.
“Mr. Pierce,” she said, looking him up and down. There was something there, and I would be on his ass about it when we weren’t in mixed company.
She turned to Destiny and shook her hand.
“Hi there, I’m Amika Underwood, I’m your appointed attorney.”
“My what?” she asked. “Why would I need a lawyer?”
“For your prenuptial agreement,” Amika answered. “Mr. West was adamant that you had your own attorney present who was unaffiliated with The West family.”
“Prenup?” she muttered before turning to me. “Wow… So, I guess it’s my turn for a contract, huh? Just like the other girls?” she asked with a look on her face that was equal parts hurt and betrayed.
Fuck.
“Peep, it ain’t even like that.” I scrubbed my hand down my face. I could have kicked my own ass for ambushing her. This should have been a good thing. Hell, it was. But the way I went about it was dumb as hell.
“It’s fine,” she turned to Amika with an icy expression. “Just tell me what I need to sign.”
“You don’t want to go over the terms?” Pierce asked.
“I’m good. I know not to say anything to embarrass him in public, and I don’t want any money from him,” she said as she plopped down in a chair with her arms crossed.
“Okay,” Amika said, looking at all of us like we were nutty as hell and probably wondering what she had gotten herself into.
“Well, in that case, we will definitely need to go over these terms.” She sat down next to Destiny, pulled a stack of papers from her bag, and started reading them before she continued.
“I’ll just give you the cliff notes. As a part of the arrangement, you will receive a monthly stipend of exactly nineteen thousand two hundred and twenty-two dollars as well as one million for every year of your marriage.
Your tuition and expenses will be covered for any education you’d like to pursue for as long as you wish.
Any children born following the consummation of the marriage will be fully financially supported by Mr. West, regardless of any future custody arrangements.
In the event of Mr. West’s passing, you would stand to inherit anything under his name…
that part of the clause would officially start today after signing, and not after the wedding. ”
She sat there, jaw slack, digesting the words as she looked from Amika back to the paper several times before turning back to me.
“I told you, I got you,” I scoffed, taking the papers from Amika and signing the highlighted portions, essentially giving this woman half of my assets for the rest of our lives, and all of them if she outlived me.
“Brick… I don’t—” she started but was abruptly cut off.
“I’m not goin’ back and forth with you. Sign the papers so we can go, and these nice people can get back to their day.” I raised my brows at her, not blinking until she picked up a pen, flipping through the pages and signing all of her required lines.
“Now, was that so hard?” I asked, blowing a kiss her way. We tied up any loose ends, wished them a good evening, and sent them on their way.
I probably should have mentioned the clause in the fine print stating that I had full permission to blow a hole through any nigga she entertained after me, but I figured I was in enough trouble, so I kept my mouth shut.
“What you wanna do with the rest of our day, babe?” I asked, kissing the back of her hand as we waited on the valet to pull my shit back out.
“Let’s… just go back to my house,” she said, looking away with a coy expression on her face and causing me to drive thirty miles over the speed limit because I already knew what time it was.
Like the night on the tarmac, when I parked outside of her apartments, I rushed over, snatched her out and threw her over my shoulder.
“Brick! Don’t drop me, wait!” she squealed.
“Shut up,” I fussed, giving her a little jolt for disrespecting me like I was a lil’ nigga. I carried her thick ass up the stairs with absolutely no problem, then used my key to open the door.
“Wait,” she said once she was back upright in her living room. “You had a key to my apartment this whole time?! Brick!”
“What?” I dodged the hit she threw my way. “I respected you enough not to use it! But after that night I showed up and you acted like you had a nigga stowed away in here, I had to be sure.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she huffed. I didn’t reply, pulling her in and tasting her lips again.
I backed her up until her legs hit the couch and pushed her down, climbing in between them. Usually, I liked fucking in the bed, but if she offered it to me on the ten-yard line of a Super Bowl game, I would have gladly accepted.
She seemed nervous, but when I started sucking on her neck, and she completely melted into me, I knew I had her. I pulled the strings holding her shirt together and unwrapped her like a Christmas gift.