Page 28 of Her Pisces Allure
Oh my God! Quintyn just proposed and did it in front of our family. Wow!
A YearLater
My knee is protesting about me being in this position, because having Fayth’s location, I knew the minute she arrived. Gathering our families took some effort, but my determination to fix a mistake she nor I caused was my focus. Thankfully, my conversation with Roman also included my plans for Fayth and me. While most would believe that we needed to reconcile before I took this step, I think that the love Fayth and I have didn’t need anything but Rome’s acceptance.
“Uh, Sunshine… how long are you gonna have the man on his damn knee?” Rome asks, cutting into my thoughts.
Nodding, Fayth covers her mouth with her hand as tears rapidly fall from her eyes, and although she’s agreeing, I need her to speak her decision.
“I need to hear your words, Lay. Tell our haters and supporters where we’re heading.”
“Y-yes, I’ll marry you, Quintyn. I love you,” Fayth cries out before running into my open arms and crying into my chest.
Tears slip from my eyes at the knowledge of securing the woman I wasn’t expected to have.
“Thank you, Lay.” I whisper for her ears only while rocking us back and forth.
“Snap out of it, nigga. It’s too late to change your mind,” Rome teases, bringing me back to the present moment.
“Sure is. I thought for sure Q was lying when he hit my line talking about making room in my schedule for today,” Stefan laughs.
“Man, I needed you to be a part of this day. Thanks for adding me to your tight schedule, bro,” I say, tapping my chest.
Stefan Lindsey is one of the friends Roman barred from hooking up or showing interest in Fayth. With Stefan being one of the star running backs for the Columbus Bobcats, it was imperative that I gave him an advance notice about my impending nuptials.
“I didn’t have to hang with y’all back in the day to know that Quintyn wasn’t gonna adhere to Roman’s wishes. Every time he mentioned Fayth, he had stars in his eyes and shit,” Sharif interjects, laughing.
“I didn’t see the shit coming, and now, this sneaky mothafucka is family for real. This wasn’t on my bingo card,” Roman adds, frowning before a crooked grin emerges.
Having married Fayth two hours ago, me and the fellas are outside shooting the breeze while smoking some cigars fromTyrin Black’s signature collection. Having this moment with my boys adds to my happiness after marrying the love of my life.
“That’s because you thought your word was bond and that all of us would adhere to your stupid rule. I’m glad that Quintyn showed how real men handle challenges,” our friend, Maylon, taunts while blowing the smoke from his cigar toward Roman.
Maylon Yates is Ribax Thunderbolts’ star player, showing the world that black men can dominate baseball. Knowing the backstory for Maylon and his wife, Kiera, I can appreciate his reference about obstacles not preventing men like us from locking down our one true love.
“Whatever. Had I known this was gonna be a gang up on Roman session, I would have stayed my ass inside with the chicks flapping fans and shit,” Roman grumbles.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. Can I have my husband back now?” Fayth’s sultry voice has a sly smile forming on my lips as I quickly ash my cigar and head toward her without a word.
“I know that’s right, bro. Happy wife, happy life!” Maylon shouts to my retreating back.
Staring at the bling glistening on Fayth’s left ring finger, a feeling of accomplishment surges through me, quickening my steps. My lips are tingling with a desire to kiss my beautiful bride.
“Pussy whupped ass nigga,” Roman grumbles.
“The worst part about that is the fact that his pussy in question is attached to your little sister. Man, tell me karma won’t have a nigga in his feelings,” Stefan interjects as laughter echoes behind me just as I reach Fayth.
Leaning in, I pull her into me and kiss her gently yet passionately as catcalls and ruckus penetrate my ears. Yet, Fayth is the only person who matters at this moment as my stomach does somersaults and my heart leaps in my chest with glee.
“Let’s go dance, Mrs. Layton. These people are on limited time because I’m ready to consummate this marriage.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Fayth interlocks our hands before whispering so no one else can hear.
“Say less. My pussy has been thumping since the reverend announced us as man and wife.”
“I can’t believe we’re married, Quintyn.”
Fayth and I are lying in bed while another cheesy movie plays in the background. It’s been two months since we exchanged vows, and my racing heartbeat, rejuvenation, and jitters from seeing the platinum ring adorning my left hand has yet to dissipate. Getting to sleep and waking up next to Fayth every night has been the best thing to happen to me. Living and experiencing Fayth’s lure makes her moments of sensitivity worth enduring.
