At Last by Bianca L. Eugene Page A

my head to the side and he kissed my ear, pulling me on my side so we could embrace.
    “I love you.” He said
    “I love you too.” I said closing my eyes.
     
    The next morning I woke up to bright sunshine on my face.  The curtains were pulled all the way back.  I looked at the clock on the nightstand and it was 10:32 AM.
    My cell phone rang.   I ran to get it, “Hello?”
    “Hey baby!! You a movie star and what not!!” Yvette said laughing.
    “Shut up, crazy. I take it you caught the Awards last night?”  I said walking back into the bedroom getting back underneath the covers.
                  “Caught it?  Girl, we had a damn viewing party! Me , Taylor, Momma, and Missy watched it over her house.  “You know Missy got a new man?  He’s cute. I think his name is Terrence.”
    I was gonna beat Missy’s ass. She didn’t even call me to tell me her and Terrance were an item.
    “Yeah, I met him once before.” I said dryly.
    “But yeah baby we saw y’all on the Red carpet looking good as hell.  I know y’all had a ball last night!”
    “Yeah, I can’t complain.”
    “I bet.  What went down?”
    Just as I was about to respond, Durran walked through in a pair of blue jean shorts and a plain black T-shirt.  He had Nike flip-flops and black socks on his feet.  He was grinning from ear to ear holding a newspaper.
    “Hey,” I mouthed to him.  He walked over to me and started kissing my neck.
    “Uh Vette, I gotta go. Durran just got back.”
    “Boooo.   Alright, call me back and tell him I said hey. Love you.”
    “Love you too. Bye.”
    “I went down to get a paper.  I ordered room service while you were sleep...”
    He sat down on the bed next to me.  My hair was all over the place. He pushed it out of my face.
    “So what’s up for today?”  I asked smiling.
    “It’s on you.  Yesterday was about me. For the rest of this trip-hell, our lives it’s on you.”
    I smiled at his statement knowing full well that everything had always been about him.  I was going take complete advantage of his generosity for however long it would be around.
    “Ok, I’m going to hold you to that statement.”
    Room service brought us breakfast.  We ate and chatted over fresh fruit, croissants, omelets and mimosa. Right after, we jumped in the shower and made love again. But this time it was slow and tender. Once we were done, we just stood there gazing into each other’s eyes lovingly as the water rolled down our bodies.
    There was no place I’d rather be than with him standing in that shower. I knew from the look in his eyes, he felt the same way. After our lovemaking session, we got dressed and headed for the Las Vegas strip to go sight-seeing and more importantly, shopping.
    Since my hair was already ruined from the night before and this morning, I just pulled it back into a neat ponytail that fell off my shoulders.  I threw on a pair of white denim Calvin Klein shorts and a plain white tank.
                  It was over 80 degrees and it was only noon.  My goal was to be as cool as possible.  I wore a pair of silver jeweled Gucci flat sandals.  A pair of huge white-gold hoops hung from my ears.  I put on my Dolce & Gabbana shades and was ready to roll.
    Durran wore a pair of tan khaki shorts, a cream polo shirt, and a pair of tan Prada tennis shoes.
    We made our way downstairs to all the shops in the Wynn.  I can’t even lie, I felt like a kid in a candy store.
    We went to Christian Dior, Jean Paul Gaultier, and Oscar de la Renta.  Then we made our way to Yves Saint Laurent and the Prada store.  I almost felt bad for the amount of money he was spending, but he kept reassuring me purchase after purchase that he didn’t mind.
    “I told you I got you. You don’t have to want for nothing.”  He said kissing me on my forehead and handing the sales clerk at Louis Vuitton his black American Express card.
    After that little speech, we headed to The Forum Shops at Caesars,