Page 48 of Solomon’s Temple

“That’s why I need a woman in my life to balance me. To give me a home, a family, and be my helpmate. I’m choosing you, baby. I just hope that you’d choose me back.”

“Why me?” she asked softly.

“I think He knows why. I saw you in a dream before I even knew your name or what you looked like. He told me I’d find a woman who I’d fall in love with at first sight. As soon as I saw your face, our souls connected, and it was then I knew you’d be Mrs. Matthews.”

“No STDs?”

“Syphilis and gonorrhea. Nothing else.”

“I need to see your updated MyChart.”

I swiftly picked up my phone and went to the app. I pulled up my most recent results and let her scroll through them.

She smiled lightly, then moved closer before straddling my lap, handing me my phone back.

I closed my eyes tightly, groaning because I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle a second round of her dry humping me.

“Baby, . . . spare me. Please,” I begged.

She giggled. “I promise I’m not on that.”

“Then you need to get off him.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Relax . . . Make it happen then.”

I looked up at her in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Marry me then. Here. I can’t promise you I’d be able to hold out any longer. I want you, Lo. Not just the sex, but I want to be with you and give you what you seek. I can tell you’ve changed a lot just from the story you told me. I want you to have everything your heart desires the most. I still have a ways to go on my righteous journey, but I promise to do better—be better for you.”

My heart felt like it grew wings, flew right into hers, and made itself at home.

“You don’t know what those words mean to me, baby. Are you sure you’re ready?”

She gave me a confident nod. “I’m sure. Lucky number two-oh-five in this bih!”

That pulled a deep laugh from me, and I kissed her lips to seal the deal.

“Then it’s done. Tomorrow, we’ll go on your shopping spree, and you can find you a nice dress. Then get everything set up. You want to do this during the day or at night?”

“The earlier the better.” Her hips gyrated, and I stopped her.

“You’re not playing fair, Beauty.”

“Okay! Okay. I’ll stop.” She tittered. “We can’t tell anyone yet, though. Ma Lula, my aunt, and my sisters will murder me. Once we get home, we can start planning a real wedding. Are you okay with that?”

“I’m with anything as long as you got my last name.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“And the club?” I had to ask because once she became my wife, that club had to become a memory.

“I hadn’t been back there in almost a week. Since you came and chopped my sponsor in the neck.”

“Bump that nigga. Answer my question, love.”

“I’ll resign as soon as we get back home. Pinky promise.”

“Thank you. If you want to still dance, my cousin’s best friend’s wife owns a dance company. I will compromise you dancing in music videos rather than taking your clothes off for men.”