Material Girl (15 page)

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Authors: Keisha Ervin

“I know this niggah didn’t fuck me and leave,” she panicked out loud.
Oh my God! He got what he wanted and jetted. You are so stupid.
She paced the room.
Ain’t no niggah that nice. He souped yo’ head up and got the butt, and yo’ naïve ass fell for it hook, line, and sinker. You ain’t nothin’ but another notch on his belt,
she thought, heading back to the bedroom to get her clothes. Dylan didn’t even make it halfway down the hall before the hotel room door sprang open. Quickly, she turned around and found him walking in, shirtless, with a pair of hooping shorts on and Jordan 23s on his feet. Sweat glistened from his skin.
“How long you been up?” he asked, closing the door behind him.
“A couple of minutes. I thought you had left.”
“Nah, I went down to the gym for my morning exercise.”
“Oh.” She slapped her hand against her forehead.
“Where did you think I was?” He came over and pulled her into him.
“Nowhere.” She shook her head, playing off her insecurities.
“You miss me?” He kissed her neck.
“
Un poco
,” she said.
“Oh, okay, you gon’ speak in Spanish on me.” Angel laughed. “You hungry?” He let her go and grabbed the phone.
“Yeah,” she said, speaking of his body and not food.
Every crevice and surface of Angel’s physique was mouthwatering. All the chronic in the world couldn’t even fuck with him. Once the order was placed, he refocused his attention back on Dylan, who was now sitting in a chair. Angel kneeled down before her and said, “I’m sorry you had to wake up without me.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorta used to it.”
“Well, get unused to it, ’cause from now on, you’re spendin’ every mornin’ possible wit’ me.” He undid the belt on her robe.
“What are you doing?” Dylan blushed.
Angel pushed open her robe, revealing her supple caramel breasts and flat stomach, and said, “Exactly what you want me to.”
Dylan leaned back in the chair and prepared herself for takeoff. She couldn’t deny it; since the night before, she’d craved the touch of his lips on her skin. It didn’t matter which part. She just had to have him near. Dylan wondered if Angel could feel her heart tremble as his tongue met with the face of her pussy.
Agony was written all over her face. Angel was licking and biting her pussy with reckless abandon. Off into the distance, they both heard a soft knock at the door, and someone saying “Room service,” but Angel didn’t stop. He wasn’t going to, either. Not until Dylan came.
“Baby, we gotta get the door,” she moaned, running her tongue over her top lip.
“Fuck that door,” Angel said, sucking on her clit.
“But, baby,” Dylan squealed, trying to move away.
“Be still.” Angel pulled her back into his embrace.
He didn’t care if the person on the other side of the door heard them through the walls. His priority was to make Dylan cum. Angel ran his hands up and down her thighs. His tongue had found solace in the slit of her cream–covered lips.
“Room service.” The person knocked on the door again.
Dylan didn’t know what to do. Angel held her thighs in his hands so tightly she swore his fingerprints would leave a mark. Besides, the cream lava building was too hard to ignore. At a loss for words, she found herself only able to utter one word as an earth-shattering orgasm neared.
“Yeees . . . yeees . . . yeeeeees . . . yeeeeeeeees . . . yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!” Dylan screamed, channeling her inner Beyonc
é
. “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeess . . . yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeess . . . yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!”
Pleased, Angel wiped his mouth and stood up.
Coming down from her orgasmic high, Dylan lay limp like a dead fish. She didn’t know if she could take anymore. She’d never been that sexually pleased in her life. In less than twenty-four hours, she’d cum six times. But when Angel kissed her on the forehead and said, “Go get in the shower,” then winked his eyes, she knew she could handle as much as he was willing to give.
The sensual, soothing smell of lavender oil descended through the air and into Dylan’s nose. She, Billie and Tee-Tee sat with towels wrapped around their heads in a pool full of mud at The Face and The Body Spa. Spa treatments were a bi-weekly must for the trio, but Dylan didn’t need a massage or a facial to make her feel relaxed. The constant attention Angel’s hands, lips, tongue, and dick gave her body was all she needed.
“What in the Sam Hill are you over there cheesing about?” Tee-Tee grilled.
Dylan didn’t even realize she had been smiling until he said something.
“Lookin’ like a deranged-ass monkey. I’m tellin’ you, Dylan, don’t be over there on no funny shit. I will rise up outta this mud and drop kick yo’ ass,” he forewarned.
“Boy, ain’t nobody even thinkin’ about you.”
“I’m just sayin’. I ain’t never seen you grin this much.”
“Normally I don’t agree with Tee-Tee, but you have been actin’ mighty weird here lately,” Billie agreed. “For the last couple of weeks, ain’t nobody seen nor heard from you. Are you and Consuela over there making bombs for Candy and State?”
“Girl, please, I don’t have to do anything to State or Candy. They’re gonna get theirs anyway. Like the Bible says, you reap what you sow.”
“Okay, you’re scaring me,” Tee-Tee said with his hands close to his chest, pretending to cringe. “Since when you get so holy?”
“Shut up.” Dylan slapped him on the arm, splattering mud onto his face. “Nobody’s all holy. It’s just the law of the land. When you do wrong to people, it comes back on you. Now, enough about me. What’s going on wit’ you, friend?” she asked Billie.
“Hmm, let’s see. Cain and I are meeting with our lawyers next week to discuss the prenup.”
“Oh. Are you going to contest it?”
“Of course I am. That bitch owes me more than the five thousand a month in alimony we agreed upon. Hell, that alone won’t cover me and the kids’ monthly expenses.”
“That is true.”
“I still want to know what the hell is going on with you,” Tee-Tee said, looking at Dylan.
“Why it got to be something going on wit’ me? A bitch just can’t be naturally happy?”
“Not yo’ sad ass. Since we were kids you’ve had something to complain about.”
“Well, not anymore. I got good news,” Dylan beamed.
“Oh shit! I knew something was up.” Tee-Tee flung his wrist. “Yo’ ass is back fuckin’ wit’ State, ain’t you?”
“If she is, I’ma slap her so hard both of y’all gon’ feel it,” Billie shot, seriously.
“How little faith you two have in me. No, I’m not back with State. But I am seeing someone.” Dylan bit her bottom lip and smiled.
“Who?” Tee-Tee held his breath in anticipation.
“Angel.” She winced, closing her eyes.
“Eww.” Billie tuned up her face.
“What you mean, ‘eww’?” Dylan popped open her eyes.
“That’s like incest.”
“No, it is not,” Dylan objected.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for you, but eww.” Billie shook her body, repulsed.
“All I need to know is where the hose at, ’cause I’m about to chin-check this ho,” Tee-Tee spat.
“What I do?” Dylan questioned.
“Don’t . . . play . . . coy . . . with me . . . hussy!” He pointed his finger into her face. “You know damn well Angel is my man!”
“Ooooooookay.” Dylan couldn’t help but laugh.
“And you gon’ laugh in my face? Bitch, don’t try to act like you don’t remember when we was eighteen and we made a deal that I would marry Angel and you would marry Ghostface Killah. Just ’cause we grown don’t mean that you can go back on your word.”
“Are you for real?”
“No . . . but, bitch, I’m still mad.” He folded his arms across his chest.
“Are you mad at me too?” she asked Billie.
“No, of course not. I just know both of y’all, and it’s very possible that one of you could hurt the other. And I don’t wanna see that happen.”
“You have nothing to worry about. I care for your brother a lot. I will in no way, shape, or form hurt him.”
 
 
Since he began dating Dylan, Angel had grown tired of friends with benefits. He was at a point in his life where he wanted more than a casual one-night love affair. He was sick of second-guessing whether a chick liked him for him or for how fat his pockets were. For years, he’d made it up in his mind that his chances of love were over, but then Dylan came along and changed it. She was everything he always wanted but thought he’d never find.
She was funny, sexy, charming, and quirky—a little misunderstood, but he was, too, in a lot of ways. She didn’t care whether the sky was blue or purple, which made being around her enjoyable.
The downside to loving her was that she didn’t realize her own strength and abilities. Angel needed a woman who was secure in who she was, and Dylan was not.
Angel also didn’t want to be the rebound guy. He didn’t feel like dealing with every problem she had with another man. It was obvious every time he looked into her eyes that State was still in the back of her mind. He didn’t want to be another man that ran from her life, but opening up was hard for him too. Angel refused to wake up one morning with his feelings shot point blank, but there was something about Dylan he couldn’t leave alone. He wanted to show her trust and the beauty of being friends as well as lovers. Unlike past men in her life that just wanted to love her then leave her, Angel wanted to show her something deeper.
“So, you want our children to sleep in the bed with us, or on their own?” he asked as they visited the World Aquarium. So far they’d petted a star fish and touched a stingray.
“Where did that come from?” Dylan replied, caught off guard.
“Me, ’cause I wanna know.”
“I never really thought about it.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I never even really saw myself as a mother. Lord knows I don’t wanna repeat what happened to me with my child.”
“It won’t if you don’t let it happen.”
“That’s why I don’t plan on having any kids,” she admitted. “But then again, it would be pretty fun to have a little girl who I could play dress up with. Oh, and I can teach her how to apply makeup and how stores always get new merchandise in on Wednesday, and—”
“I swear, you’s a trip.” Angel laughed. “First you go from not wantin’ to have kids to playin’ dress up. Which one is it?”
“I guess in some kind of way I would like to have kids. Maybe that would help me get my life in order.”
“I would think you might wanna handle that first before bustin’ out a bunch of babies, especially if they’re gonna be by me.” He smiled deviously.
“Look at you, so sure of yourself.” Dylan smiled too. “I’m sure there are plenty other women you would want to reciprocate . . . participate.” She snapped her finger, trying to think of the word.
“You mean procreate?” Angel chimed in.
“Yeah, that.” She giggled.
“I’ll be glad when you realize that I ain’t tryin’ to be wit’ nobody else but you.”
Instead of replying, Dylan gazed down at the ground as they walked. She believed Angel when he professed his feelings for her, but at the same time, like Sunshine Anderson, she’d heard it all before.
“Word up, I’m tryin’ to give you the safe combinations and all that. Like Fifty say:
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
,” he rapped.
“You silly.”
“I’m serious.” He stopped walking and took her hand. “Here.” Angel reached into his pocket and pulled out a Tiffany box.
“Is this what I think it is?” Dylan asked, petrified.
“No, but open it anyway.”
Dylan took the box from his hand, wondering what could be inside. Gradually she opened it. Inside she found a Tiffany bracelet with round and marquise cut diamonds set in platinum. Dylan did a quick estimate in her head and calculated the bracelet had to have cost close to $14,000.

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