The next Morning....

Eric

Since Shayla heard me on the phone yesterday, she been tripping...Hard. She didn't want to eat breakfast with me, shower with me but somehow, she aint turn down no head. I even toured the town of Paris by myself because she wanted to a big ass brat.

Aint that bout a bitch?

Anyway, I got some things planned for us today and tomorrow since I got to be back in Cali Monday night to finish working with Bone Thugs and all that other CEO shit down at the label. First thing is our breakfast in bed that I got coming up to us, compliments to the hotel.

Next, after a nigga get some pussy we're going to shop around the city. I'm determined to make this trip a memorable one. She's been on this Christian Louboutin craze, so guess what her man did? We got an appointment for her to get her personalized pair of Red Bottoms.

Moments later I heard knocks on the door as I slid my arms into my robe and looking back at Shayla who shifted a little bit in the bed but never woke up.

I opened the door and was greeted by two fine ass women in black and white French maid outfits. Shit they were identical twins and I was staring harder than a motherfucker. I aint doing nothing wrong, I can look but can't touch.

They smiled at me as I widened the door for them to push the two breakfast carts inside of the room.

"Good Morning", I say with a sly smirk creeping on my face.

"Bonjour monsieur Eazy E", they said in unison as they turned around and smiled at me.

Those short ass black skirts with the fishnet stockings got a nigga feeling some type of way. They were slim with little asses but shit, they looked exotic as hell with that long black hair and lusty green eyes.

"Voici votre petit déjeuner", One said to me as she smiled brighter, showing pearly white teeth.

I stared at them both with this dumb ass grin on my face as they continued setting up my breakfast platter.

I need to get them the fuck out of here before Shayla crazy ass wakes up and accuse me of bringing these hos from California.

"Vous avez besoin de quelque chose d'autre?" They said in harmony as they stood next to each other with their hands behind their back.

I don't know what the fuck they saying so I nodded. When in doubt, say yes to every fucking thing.

I scratched my head as I walked to the door, "Yeah, Gracias mucho".

They stared at me confused as they walked to the door and exiting my room. I poked my head out the room to get one last peak.

"Hmm.... hmmmm", I grinned while shaking my head and closing the door.

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| Canal Street Martin |

Paris, France

"Eric, take this stupid ass hat off your head!" Shayla laughed as she tried to snatch my Raiders cap.

I swatted at her to stop as we walked down Canal St Martin, admiring the town.

"Stop, I don't say nothing when you were those colorful ass wigs looking like skittles", I laughed as grabbed her hand.

She gasped before laughing, "Fuck you".

I smirked slightly as I turned my head towards her, "Oh I plan to when we get back to the room".

She blushed, turning her head and looking at the surrounding restaurants and famous art paintings

This city was the real definition of romance. Every corner, you would see someone kissing, hugging and taking pictures with their significant other.

The weather was perfect, about 75 degrees but not humid with an overcast over the sky. I admired Shayla in her pink and black Moschino crop top as her black leggings rested on her hips. I bit my lip and shook my head at the thoughts that ran through my mind.

"So, where we going? It's not like you know what any of this shit says," Shayla chuckled as she looked at me.

I couldn't see her eyes because she had her Locs on. Yeah, she picking up a nigga style.

I shrugged, "Hell I don't know I'm just enjoying this moment with my lady".

"Awh' Shayla cooed as she pinched my cheek, causing me to roll my eyes and shake my head.

We continued to walk and talk about regular shit, sports, music, the label, having kids and the whole nine as we crossed over a bridge, with a huge lake underneath. I leaned back on the fence of the bridge and pulled Shayla to me.

I took off my glasses as she lifted hers, resting them on her head.

"Hmmm why we stop?" She questioned while eyeing my lips.

"I just wanted to stop and stare at you for a minute"

A small smile spread across her face as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You stare at me every day Eric...what's so different?"

I licked my lips as I held her chin, before pecking her lips "How many times I get to stare at you in Paris?"

"I love you," She smiled as she leaned into kiss me.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, my hands traveling to her ass and resting it there. she had my pants rising, making me wanna bend her ass over right here and fuck her real good, for everyone to see.

I deepened our kiss as our lips made loud smacking sounds. I traveled down to her neck, making slow swirls with my tongue as she moaned softly.

"Mmm," she says as I started sucking harder on her neck and sliding my hands in her leggings.

"Lemme chill" I say breathlessly. "End up fucking yo ass outside, come on man".

Shayla shyly giggled as I took her hand and she lowered her Locs on to her face. We see a boat rental and decided to try it out as we went sightseeing. Shayla leaned her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

It was perfect man. The perfect city with the perfect girl who I am planning to become my wife. I been thinking about this shit since we left California. I even started having second thoughts about proposing to her.

I can't front, a nigga is afraid to take that step. What if she denies me? I did put her through hell and back, but she still here with a nigga. That don't mean she'll marry me.

I sighed out loud, causing her to look up at me. I looked down at her and kissed her forehead.

"You alright?" She questioned, rubbing my chest.

I looked away from her as we cruised through the steam, passing through a swarm of colorful flowers, jazz music also faintly played through the air due to the surrounding boutiques and restaurants nearby.

"Yeah, I'm good", I scratched my head.

I looked ahead and seen the tall clock tower and read the time; 4:45 pm. I totally forgot we had to be at Christian Louboutin at 5pm and he is a very busy man and doesn't like tardiness.

Shayla has no clue she is about to meet this fashion icon as she would call him. He just another hustler painting the bottom of Compton swap meat heels red and selling them for highway robbery prices if you ask me.

This was important, not only for her but for me. These heels she was getting will be a part of her outfit for when I pop that question. Hopefully I don't bitch up and can't format my words. I snapped out my thoughts and leaned forward to talk to the tour guide.

"Aye man, can you bring us to shore so I can get to my driver?" I say as I tapped the tour guide on the shoulder.

He slightly turned back towards me and nodded his head as he steered the boat back to the dock. Shayla leaned back on me, stretching out as she spoke about her residency she must complete for another 2-3 years to specialize as a pediatrician.

I was listening, but my mind kept wandering off to this proposal I was setting up for her. I think she caught on that I was half ass listening to her.

"Yeah that's great baby", I said as I looked down at her.

She gave me a grim expression while turning her lips to the side, "I stopped talking two minutes ago, Eric, were you even listening to me?"

I scratched my head and grinned, making her suck her teeth. We final reach shore and I climbed out of the boat first, then taking Shayla hand to help her on to the deck.

She started to walk towards the beginning of the pier, while I stayed behind to tip the tour guide fifty-dollars.

"Alright man", I smiled as I head nodded towards him and walking behind Shayla.

We found our driver as we hopped in the back of the truck. My driver looked back at me and we nodded at each other, since he already knew what was up.

"What's that about?" Shayla questioned as she leaned back on my chest and put her feet up in the seat.

"What?"

"Don't play with me, why yall head- "

"Damn baby, it's just a head nod it aint no secret code...shit", I chuckled before kissing her fore head.

I leaned up and took my blue bandana out of the left side of my pocket and smirked. Shayla looked up at me and gave me a "what you up too?" look.

"What you doing with that thing Eric?" Shayla asked, fully sitting up and staring at me.

"Why you flagging out here, we are not in Compton".

"Oh, this is what I need you to put on for the remainder of this car ride", I smiled.

"HA!" Shayla said as she leaned away from me, crossing her arms.

"I am not wearing that dirty thing on my face" She scoffed.

"Man!", I said as I grabbed her and started restraining her, causing her to laugh.

As I kept tussling with her, she kept laughing whole-heartedly. It caused me to stop and stare for a moment. She was genuinely happy and smiling, like she did in Summer of '86 when we met. I'd give anything to have that year back and do things totally different.

We were Young, dumb and in love.

She caught my gaze and blushed while biting her bottom lip.

"What?"

I chuckled softly, "Nothing".

She took the bandana out of my hand allowing me to wrap It around her eyes.

"When the last time you wash this thing?", She whined while scrunching her face up.

"I'll wash it later man", I laughed. "Just be quiet and you'll love me in a few minutes"

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Shayla

I felt the car starting to slow down, then completely stopping. I have this dirty bandana on my face from Eric gang banging days when he was known as "Casual" and I have no clue where I am at.

I heard the car door open and Eric grab my hand.

"Watch your step" he says as I felt him place his hands on my hips, helping me out of the truck.

"You got my purse Eric...coco can't stay in there by her lonesome".

"You name your fucking bag Shayla? You a fucking trip", he laughed.

I felt him wrap his arms around my waist after closing the truck door. I wanted to snatch this rag off my face but I decided against it.

Eric blindfolded me plenty of times behind closed doors, but never in public so this must be some real big surprise.

"Stay right here" I heard him say, followed by shoveling of his feet against the pavement.

"Eric," I signed and cross my arms.

A few seconds' letter I heard a thick French accent, along with Eric smooth voice getting closer to me.

"...Ah she is...very very beautiful", the deep thick French accent says.

"Eric.... Who's that?" I scoffed as I tried to untie the tight bandana from around my eyes.

"She dramatic as hell too, if you know any casting calls you can holla at me for that", I heard Eric say.

"Humph!", I said. "Take this off now".

"Say pleaseeeeee", Eric teased as I felt him push up behind me, slightly humping my behind.

I huffed as I heard Eric giggling behind me as he untied my bandana, but quickly covered my eyes with is hands.

"Seriously?"

"On the count of three I'll let you see alright?"

"Mhm...one" I say,

"Two...Three" we said in unison.

I opened my eyes and I felt my heart drop as well as my mouth. I was paralyzed and stunned for a moment. I turned back to Eric, with my mouth still hanging open as a big smile plastered across his face.

"Oh, Oh my god!" I managed to let out as I jumped into Eric arms and kissing his face.

"You welcome, baby turn around and speak to the man!"

I blinked quickly as I turned around to shake Mr. Louboutin himself. He stood in front of me with a humble aura.

"Hello Mrs. Wright...It's a pleasure to meet you", Mr. Louboutin says as he shook my hand. "Mr. Wright says you are a big fan so I took time to meet you".

Is this really happening? I am standing in front of one of my favorite fashion Icons. From a little girl looking in vogue magazine at the models wearing his shoes, to meeting the originator.

Wait...did he just call me Mrs. Wright? I thought.

"It is a pleasure, an honor to meet you", I choked.

He smiled as he leads us inside of his shop. I looked around in awe, at all the different shoes that grace the shelves throughout his boutique.

We spent the next hour and half talking and laughing. He also told us some hot spots to hit up while being in Paris.

Eric let me pick out at least four pair of brand new heels, not including the two personalized editions he got for me. Eric even got a pair of Louboutin sneakers to match a pair of my heels, but I think that's only because I talked him into it.

"I feel like a fag", he whispered to me as he laced up his shoes.

"Eric, just because they aren't Jordan's doesn't make you a fruit", I whispered back, giggling.

[A/N : GOALS MUCH?????!] 

As we wrapped up at the boutique, we took pictures with Mr. Louboutin and he gave us a generous gift of a stipend up to 6,000 dollars to spend at his store, and he will directly ship to Cali for free.

Eric and I walked out of Christian Louboutin shop and I was happier than a fat kid eating cake. This has been one of the most amazing experiences that someone has done for me. After riding back to our hotel, we decided to get room service and eat on the terrace.

The Eiffel tower gleamed, with its bright lights as the moon shined over our candle lit dinner. This man, the thugsta who doesn't have a slightest clue about being romantic is wooing me right now.

I am high off this man. After dinner, we had dessert, then met up in the bubble, candle lit bath in our jacuzzi, while sipping cristal and chardonnay and as SWV  played from the radio.

Girl, I never thought I'd find someone to love me

Now, you're the only one I want in my life

And the special touch you give comes from you only

I guess that's why you're always on my mind

You're always on my mind

I sipped my cristal out of my glass, placing it on the edge and climbing on to Eric lap as the bubbles covered our naked bodies.

My once straight hair was now curly and poofy, as well as his. He wrapped his hands around my waist. I felt his self-starting to rise.

"Eric", I say as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Mhm," he replied with his eyes closed as he rubbed up and down my sudsy back.

"Thank you".

He opened his eyes and stared at me for a brief second, "For what?"

I felt my self-getting all emotional as I felt the swarm of tears build up in my eyes, finally falling.

"Because..." I sniffled. "We been through so much and now look at us, your successful and I am a doctor... no one has never done anything like this for me before, I appreciate you so much"

"Oh...its nothing baby" he shyly said as he pecked my lips.

He continued while gazing in my eyes as the candle lights danced across his beautiful face "you my queen and I know I haven't been treating you that way from my past actions but I promise you, I've changed and I aint losing you no more. Not now, not ever"

I bit down on my bottom lip after hearing him say that. I leaned into kiss him passionately, then slowly pulling back.

Eric smiled, showing his perfect set of teeth as his dimples deepened.

My stomach fluttered as I stared at my heart in the flesh. Everyone told me to stay away from him, leave him alone, he's not the one for you. I didn't listen and I am glad I didn't listen.

When I love someone, it's not that easy to walk away. And someone like Eric or Eazy, its not easy.

Hes the one for me and I am ready to spend my life with this man, only if he ready.

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