Merci & Greyson, page 13
part #3 of Snatched Up By A Bad Boy Series
“Oh, look at you Channel. Luca isn’t going to be able to keep his hands off of you.” She winked at her and Channel gave her a faint smile.
“No, trouble in paradise already?” Brynlee questioned, covering her mouth in shock.
“He has a baby mama and I don’t have time,” Channel told her.
“Trust, I totally understand, baby mamas can cause hell in your life, when the nigga doesn’t get them under control. If you really like Luca you’ll make him make sure you don’t have any problems from his baby mama because chile, Sawyer had to get Kelia under control if we were going to get anywhere,” Brynlee told Channel.
Brynlee was indeed giving my cousin good advice. Advice that I of course could have given her, but I didn’t want her with no damn Luca. I just felt like she deserved better.
“How did that work out?” Channel now asked, giving Brynlee her full attention.
Not really caring to hear the conversation, I slipped by the two of them and went and poured me up a drink until it was time for us to go down and get into the limo.
As the two of them talked, I went and sat down at the bar, sipped on my drink and scrolled through my phone. I was ready to go. I was missing Greyson and I also wanted to know what in the hell their asses had planned.
Finally, it was time to head down so that we could enter the limo. As we walked, the people that were also in the hotel were looking at us as if they had never seen some bad ass black women before.
“So, you’re just going to stare at them like I’m not right here?” this one chick asked her man as we slipped past them to get onto the elevator.
Once we were on the elevator and the doors were slowly closing, we could hear her cursing him, which caused us to fill the small space with loud laughter.
“Men ain’t shit.” I laughed.
“Nah, her nigga ain’t,” Brynlee corrected me as the elevator made a dinging noise and opened wide so that we could exit.
As we made it to the front of the hotel and out of the glass doors, standing outside with a sign with all of our names on it stood this tall, foreign looking guy.
“Hey,” I said, skeptical as I walked over to him.
“We are the ones that you are here to pick up.” I turned and pointed at the other two girls then faced him, giving him a faint smile.
Greeting us with a smile, he informed us of his name then opened the door for us. Each of us piled inside of the limo and smiled when we saw three gold bags with our names on it.
“Oh, looks like Luca might be feeling you more than you think,” Brynlee told Channel as she passed her, her bag.
We each sat there with huge smiles on our faces as we each tore into our bags, pulling out our gifts.
“Oh, so he trying to make me pull out some of my good tricks,” Brynlee stated as she dangled the diamond gold necklace in the air that had a heart on it, and engraved in the heart was their daughter’s name.
Sawyer new that having Sai’Ann meant the world to Brynlee because for so long she had to endure the pain of losing children.
Before I could even compliment her on how beautiful the necklace was, you could hear her light sniffles.
“Why are you crying friend?” I asked, placing my gift back in the bag before I could open it, and scooted closer to her.
Wrapping my arms around her, Brynlee stared up at the roof of the car dabbing at her eyes, trying not to ruin her make-up.
“I’m ok friend. They’re not sad tears but more so joyful ones. I get really emotional sometimes when it comes to things like this. Sawyer was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I can’t believe my ass was ever with Troy,” she confessed.
Moving on to something better always made you look at your ex in disgust and question if something was wrong you. That’s how I felt about Nix. I always wondered what in the hell did I see him. He wasn’t even good looking to me anymore. His horrible ways and disrespect made him the ugliest man in world, and he should be happy that I didn’t let Greyson tear into his ass like I really wanted him to do.
The only reason why I didn’t was because I didn’t want him getting in trouble behind Nix.
“Sawyer loves you friend, and I am so happy that you found the light at the end of the tunnel. You deserve happiness. That’s all I ever wanted for you,” I let her know, which caused my eyes to start misting up.
We were now in the car crying like we were headed to a funeral. After drying our faces, we were now laughing at our emotional asses.
“Now that that’s out the way, let’s finish opening our gifts,” I said as I finished digging inside of the bag.
Pulling out a few goodies, the last thing in the bag was a velvet gold box. As I held it in my hands, I could hear both Channel and Brynlee gasp.
I held the box in my hand, and I could feel myself shaking. My nerves were on edge and I couldn’t build up the courage to even open it to see if it was what I really thought it was.
“Open the damn box Merci.” Brynlee nudged me out of the daze I was in, causing me to widen my eyes back on the box.
“I ca—can’t,” I stuttered.
“Merci, come on,” they both said in unison, prompting me to open the box.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the box slowly. I looked down and there was a piece of paper inside.
Now I was upset a little. I guess because it wasn’t what I expected. I grabbed the folded up piece of paper out of the box then threw the box down.
As I unfolded the piece of paper, both Brynlee and Channel looked at me intensely.
To Merci,
I know that you were probably expecting something else inside of this box. However, stay calm because you know that I want nothing more than to make you my wife. But first I want to let you know that I love you.
I love your smile, the sound of your laugh, the way you smell. I love how your skin glows and how soft it is. I love how hardworking you are and how you make a nigga feel. It’s crazy because I feel like we keep being tested, and I hate that shit. I pray that we are strong enough to withstand anything that comes our way. Shit, I already know you’re tough enough, but the question is, do you love me enough?
Follow the rose petals that are laid out for you. P.S. Tell Brynlee and Channel thank you.
Jerking my head up from the piece of paper, I looked at the both of them and they both wore this dumb ass grin on their faces.
“You bitches,” I expressed, flabbergasted that they were in on the shit.
“Wait, so where are you two going?” I looked at the both of them.
“I was going back to the room but since Luca done bought me this nice ass watch and earrings, I guess I’ll hear him out and plus, he has been texting and begging for me to.” Channel rolled her eyes like she was annoyed with Luca’s persistent gesture, but I knew she wasn’t. This nigga was doing things she wasn’t used to, so I knew he had her nose wide open.
“And you…” I turned to Brynlee because I couldn’t believe she didn’t at least throw any hints to me.
“Girl, you know I’m about to go be with my man. He said he got a surprise for me. So, I’m excited to see.” She cheesed real hard as I sat in my seat feeling like I was about to melt into it.
My anxiety level was now high as fuck and I couldn’t stop thinking about Greyson’s words that he had written on this piece of paper. I wanted to know what exactly did he have planned and was he going to really pop the question?
We were now pulling up to the first stop, which I assumed was for me. As we all sat there, the door swung open and there stood Luca. He was dressed in a nice all-black suit, his dreads were freshly twisted to the back and of course he had on all his gold chains, and a Rolex on his wrist.
“You better treat her right,” I warned him, but he waved me off and grabbed Channel’s hand once she exited out of the limo.
The look in Luca’s eyes let me know that he did see something in my cousin. I also had to understand that Luca was not the type of guy to wine and dine a female, so for him to be doing this said a lot.
Saying bye to Channel, the limo began to pull off leaving me and Brynlee to sit in the back seat quiet. I guess we were both deep in our own thoughts.
After about ten minutes of riding, we came to a stop again and this time, Sawyer was the one waiting when the door to the limo swung open.
Of course, he was looking like the smooth, boss ass nigga that he was. He didn’t have on a suit like Luca did, but Sawyer looked real nice in his button-down shirt, a pair of slacks and his gold chains decorated his neck also.
The moment his eyes landed on Brynlee, a big smile graced his face and I could see the sparkle in his eye. It was crazy, but I felt their love. I could feel the energy that radiated off the two of them. I couldn’t picture the two with anybody else. It was like Brynlee being with Sawyer allowed her to still be her hood, educated self, and I loved it.
“Bye love birds,” I sang out of the car as I watched Sawyer pull her close and immediately begin to kiss her.
Shaking my head and smiling as Brynlee waved bye over her shoulder, I sat nervously alone now as I waited for my stop.
18
Greyson
I could only imagine what it felt like to actually walk down the aisle and say I do. My stomach was currently turning in knots as I waited for Merci to show up.
I had thought about this shit long and hard. I knew deep down in my heart that this was the right move. There was no second guessing the shit. The moment that I wanted to kill behind her, was the moment I knew it was real.
I had already set the shit up when we were still in Texas. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to go about it, but I knew it was going to happen.
As I stood up under the dim lighting inside of the building that I had rented out, I looked around at the decorations I had someone do for me. Had Merci not been the one that I was doing all this for, I would have hired her ass because I knew that she would have done a better job at putting everything together.
Real shit, I felt like Merci slept on the fact that she could decorate her ass off. Yeah, she could throw a live ass party together but most of the time people were more so amazed at how well she executed the look that they had in mind.
Standing nervously, I looked down at my watch to check the time. I knew that she should have been walking her fine ass in at any moment now.
Outside of the building, I had rose petals thrown out that would lead her right in here to me. I also had a bomb ass candlelight dinner prepared for us and upstairs on the roof, was a pool that I planned on making love to her in all fucking night long. I had already picked out her a certain swimsuit and everything.
Finally, the sound of her heels could be heard clicking against the tile floor. Once she finally made it to where I stood, she had this goofy smile on her face.
“Grey…” she called my name as her eyes sat low, and I could tell that she was on the verge of crying.
“You get my letter?” I asked her as I wrapped my arms around her waist.
We stood there rocking from side to side as the sound of music began to echo from the surround sound that was in the building.
The song “I’ll Be Loving You Forever” by Damage played softly in the background as I stared down into Merci’s beautiful brown eyes.
“Yeah.” Her voice crackled a little because I knew her ass was trying to hold back the tears.
“And?” I asked her.
“And I love you. I love you for being different. I love you for protecting me. I love you Grey. I love everything about you, and I couldn’t see my life without you.” She was now crying like a baby as she laid her head on my shoulder to hide her face.
Backing away from her, I cupped her chin and made her look up at me. I leaned close enough to kiss her tears away.
“Merci, I meant every word in that letter and I promise that I will forever protect you, love you and be that nigga that you need. I want to continue to watch you grow into this bomb ass business owner and watch you have our kids and all that good family shit, but I got one question,” I told her as I dug in my pocket and pulled the ring out.
I got down on one knee and held the ring up in the air. “Will you marry me?”
Merci, of course, threw her hands to her face and began crying so hard, she couldn’t even respond. She was never a big cryer so to see her allowing herself to be this emotional in front of me, told me a lot. She trusted me. She loved a nigga.
Getting up off of the ground, I pulled her close to me and held her tightly as she continued to cry.
“Damn, so is that a no?” I asked her.
“No, I do want to marry you.” She finally looked up from her hands.
Her once perfect, made up face was now ruined, as her mascara ran down her cheeks causing her to look like she was getting ready for Halloween but despite all of that, she was still beautiful.
The white dress that she had on, made my dick hard the moment she entered the room.
I was now able to slide the ring onto her finger and I watched as she examined the ring with her mouth wide open.
“Close your mouth before I put something up in it.” I winked at her.
Merci jumped up in my arms and wrapped her legs around me. She began raining kisses all over me.
“I love you so much Grey,” she expressed as I held her up in my arms.
“I love you more ma,” I let her know.
We stood there for a minute before I eased her down to the ground.
“You want to eat or go straight to what else I have planned?” I ran my hand across my chin as I looked at her in a perverted manner.
“No, I need to eat because I’m about to get fucked up so I can fuck my man all night long.” She bit down on her lip sexually as she waltzed over to the table and sat down, giving me a sneak peek on the fact that she had on no panties.
“Why are you playing with me?” I asked her, causing her to give me this shy look, like she had no clue as to what I was talking about.
“What?” She winked before she crossed her legs one over the other.
As we sat down, talking and eating, Merci snapped a few pictures of the two of us and her ring and of course posted it all over social media.
After the dinner, I took her ass up on top of the roof where the pool was located and fucked her all night long.
Vegas had been lit for the most part. To be real, all we did was chill by the pool when it wasn’t too hot or hit a club up. Even though Sawyer was on vacation too, somehow, he ended up doing a show at one of the clubs we had a section in. The promoter for the club was originally from Houston and had just moved to Vegas a good six months ago, so he was hyped when he saw Sawyer.
We were now all exhausted from the heat and ready to get home to the weather that we took for granted.
As we all laid back on the plane coupled up, I stared at my girl, my soon-to-be wife, as she laid on my shoulder knocked out. I knew for a fact that if she wasn’t pregnant before she was damn sure was now.
Just the thought of her ass pregnant had a nigga feeling some type of way, but in a good way. It also had me wishing that my mother was still here so that she could meet Merci and even have the chance to be a grandma. I knew without a doubt that my mother would have made a bomb ass fucking G-ma because despite her poor decision making when it came to the guy she fell for, that didn’t take away from the mother she was.
Sighing, I shook those thoughts away and decided to close my eyes and rest, just so I wouldn’t sit up the remainder of the flight thinking about that depressing ass shit.
“You sure you don’t need us to drop you off?” Merci asked Channel.
Merci was still being overprotective of her when Luca was actually, in my opinion, treating her better than I had ever seen that nigga treat a female. He was never one to do all that he was doing, so I really needed Merci to cut him some slack.
“Yes Merci, I’m sure. I will text you or call you whenever I get home,” Channel expressed as she wheeled her suitcase away with Luca right beside her.
Sawyer and Brynlee were one of the first ones to jet out as soon as we landed. They both had been expressing how much they missed their kids and couldn’t wait to pick them up.
That was some real G-shit. Sawyer was that nigga whom I looked up to. He didn’t always have good ways, but he always had good intentions and he was a rare one.
“You might as well accept what they have going on.” I side-eyed Merci.
“What?” She looked up at me.
“You heard me woman. Respect and accept what the two of them got going on,” I repeated myself.
Merci rolled her eyes, of course, but she didn’t give me a rebuttal. Instead, she began to wheel her luggage and headed for the exit doors.
Laughing at her, I pulled my phone out and requested an Uber then followed behind.
It was about eight at night and we were now finally pulling up to my house. I couldn’t wait to hop in a hot shower with Merci, fuck the shit out of her then sleep like a baby.
“Thank you,” I told the Uber driver as Merci and I got of the Uber XL. I made my way to the back of the car, where I got both of our bags out of the trunk.
“Baby, I can’t wait to get inside. Vegas wore me the fuck out.” She yawned as she covered her mouth after stretching.
“Nah, don’t blame that shit on Vegas. You know I wore that ass all the way out,” I joked, pulling the keys out of my pocket to unlock the door.
“Really?” She laughed as I pushed the door open for her to enter.
Leaving the suitcases by the door, I decided that we could unpack them tomorrow because that was the last thing on my mind.
Merci and I made our way up the stairs and the light in my bedroom was on, which puzzled me. I didn’t remember leaving it on. Hell, I knew I didn’t because turning it off was one of the first things I always did.
“Baby, did you leave the light on?” I asked Merci as I made my way inside of the room with her right behind me.
