Material Girl 3: Secrets & Betrayals (19 page)

“Yo’ what the fuck is your problem?” He shot her a look that could kill.

“You! You’re my problem! I can’t believe that I let you sucker me into believing that we were some type of family!”

“We are.”

“You and Kyrese are but me and you—” She pointed back and forth between them. “We ain’t shit! I know you fuckin’ that bitch! You can’t even keep your dick inside your pants for five minutes! Get the fuck out my face!” She tried to open the door but State grabbed the knob before she could.

“Man if you don’t stop with that bullshit.” He ignored her temper tantrum. “I ain’t fuckin’ that girl,” he laughed.

“And you think the shit is funny?’ Billie quipped ready to go off. “If you don’t get the fuck off of me you better.”

“What you gon’ do if I don’t?”

Billie ice grilled him.

“Nothing … exactly,” State checked her. “If you would chill the fuck out you would know that I’m not fucking Essence.”
            “Yeah sure and I’m boo-boo the fool. Tell me anything. State I know you.” Billie rolled her eyes.

“You know the old me but obviously not the new me. Essence has been my employee for years and if you paid any attention to her left hand you would’ve saw that she’s married. She and her husband Adam are expecting their first child. She just told me the news. That’s why we were hugging.”

Billie gazed deep into State’s brown eyes. He was telling the truth. Billie felt like a complete and utter fool. Once again she’d led off of anger before receiving all of the facts.

“Now tell me you’re sorry,” State demanded.

“No,” Billie said, stubbornly.

“You always gon’ be my little trouble maker,” State grinned, sliding his warm hand up Billie’s dress.

“What are you doing?” Billie panicked.

“Shhhh.” State silenced her with a kiss.

“We are not about to have sex in your office,” Billie’s heart raced.

“Oh yes the fuck we are.” State spun her around and lifted up her skirt.

“State wait,” Billie whined.

“Shut up.” He ignored her feeble protest.

It’ had been twelve years since he had her face down with her ass up in the air. Billie’s face was pressed up again the door. State ripped her g string off with one tug. Billie’s round ass cheeks jiggled in from of him. State inserted himself deep within her. He still fit perfectly inside her warm slit. State took a deep breath and worked his dick in and out of her pussy.

Each thrust of his dick sent chills up Billie’s spine. Never in a million years did she think that she would be here. State still knew all the right spots to hit that would make Billie lose her mind. Only he could take her to the moon and back. There was no more fighting their feelings for one another. They both still cared deeply for another and it was apparent. State was the only man that could take her into orbit. With him she was putty in his hands. State could have her any way he pleased. She was his and he was hers for eternity.

The day was November 17
^th
. Dylan was sound asleep in bed snuggled under her Versace covers when her cell phone rang. Beyonce’s
Mine
ringtone let her know that it was Angel calling. Dylan reached for her phone and swiped to the right to answer.

“Morning baby,” Angel said in a raspy deep tone.

“Hi baby.” Dylan responded groggily. “How was your morning workout?”

“Good. I’m about to go do a sparring session in a minute. I was just trying to call you before you left for the day.”

“Thanks baby that was sweet,” Dylan smiled, brightly.

“Where my big head boy at?”

“Right here, lying right next to me,” Dylan giggled. “I’m surprised I didn’t roll over on him.” She kissed Mason on the forehead.

“What time is it?”

“Almost eleven,” Angel responded.

“Shit! I gotta get up and start getting dressed.”

“Aww yeah, today is Tee-Tee birthday, right?”

“Yeah,” Dylan massaged the left side of her pelvis.

“Oooh shit,” she whimpered. “I’m cramping. Is it time for me to come on my period?”

“I think so,” Angel replied, drinking a bottle of water. “How long are you going to be gone?”

“Umm … I should be back by like seven or eight. The movie starts at 1:30.”

“What ya’ll going to see?”

“I wanted to go see The Best Man Holiday but you know Tee-Tee ole Chris Hemsworth loving ass wanna see Thor: The Dark World cause he’s is in it.”

“My god.” Angel shook his head.

“Right!”

“Well, it is his birthday.”

“Yeah,” Dylan held her breath. “I hate I’m cramping though. I hope this shit goes away before I leave.”

“You’ll be straight but look I gotta go. Kiss my boy for me and I’ll see you later.”

“Ok, I love you.”

“Love you too,” Angel ended the call.

By the time Dylan made it to the AMC Dine-In Theater the pain in her pelvis on the left side had gone from a dull pain to a searing sensation. She prayed that by the time the movie was over that the cramping would’ve stopped. If the cramping hadn’t stopped she was going to most definitely stop and pick up some extra strength Midol. She didn’t even know how she was able to get dressed let alone drive all the way out to the theater.

Somehow she pulled it together and was able to look camera ready. Dylan had to turn it out for the kids. Tee-Tee’s gay friends loved Dylan and her fresh off the runway style. With her short hair freshly died platinum blonde she had to slay the scene in a black Crooks and Castle snapback, diamond stud earrings, gold collar necklace, red Crooks and Castle sweatshirt, Cartier gold men’s watch, black leather leggings, Saint Laurent suede peep-toe lace-up booties and a extra sickening red $7750 VBH Brera ostrich satchel bag.

Dylan had her makeup artist Keisha give her an ultra sexy but simple beat. She had a black cat-eye with a set of mink lashes and a ruby red lip. Dylan was serving up designer b-girl glamour and loving it. Due to her not feeling well she was the last one to arrive to the movie theater. Tee-Tee, Bernard and Billie were there as well as Tee-Tee’s friends, I Woke Up Like Dis, Delicious, Shiver-Me-Tender, Cheri Bomb, Rhea Listic and Clara Tin.

The girls were all in full drag and serving up a heavy dose of video vixen realness. However none of the queens outshined Tee-Tee. He’d gone all out for his birthday. He wore the hell out of a full length crème colored fox fur, white mini freak’um dress and Christian Louboutin multi-colored Pigalle spiked pumps. To set the entire look off a pair of Balenciaga transparent aviator shades covered his.

“Bitch!” Tee-Tee snapped his finger. “If you make me miss one second of Chris Hemsworth without his shirt on its gon’ be me and you!”

“You better be glad I don’t feel good and that it’s your birthday ‘cause I am not in the mood for your shenanigans today.” Dylan gave him a warm hug. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you, suga.” Tee-Tee beamed, smiling from ear to ear.

“Hey everybody.” Dylan waved to the group then threw up the middle finger to Billie.

Everyone spoke back not aware that Dylan wasn’t joking with Billie.

“Hi to you too Dylan.” Billie said taken aback by her behavior.

Dylan could tell that Billie was uncomfortable and nervous to be around her. Dylan being Dylan wasn’t in the mood to play nice. She hadn’t seen Billie in months and actually preferred it that way. Being in her presence only reminded her of all of the lies and deceit. She didn’t care if she’d hurt Billie’s feeling. She wanted her to feel like crap.

“You okay?” Delicious their hairstylist asked Billie.

He knew the inside tea on the entire demise of Billie and Dylan’s friendship.

“Yeah,” Billie lied swallowing the huge lump in her throat.

“Okay ‘cause we can jump her,” Delicious joked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Together they walked in. While watching the movie all Dylan could concentrate on was the pain in her pelvis. She couldn’t wait for the movie to be over so she could get some medication to sooth the pain. After almost two hours of super powers, sword fighting and muscle bound bodies the movie was over and the entire group piled out of the theater. Dylan was in so much pain that she couldn’t even stand up straight.

She’d never cramped like this before. She had to stop on the way to the bowling alley to get some Midol. Once she got it she took two pills with a bottle of water, praying that the retched pain would disappear. Unfortunately for Dylan, by the time she made it into the city the pain had magnified. The pain she was feeling was the equivalent of child birth.

She knew she should call it a day and head home but it was Tee-Tee’s birthday and she had to be there with him to celebrate. He’d been there for her during every milestone of her life. It was only fair that she be there for him during his. As Dylan parked her 2014 Mercedes Benz SLS-Coupe in the parking lot of the Flamingo Bowl she felt something pop on her lower left side. The sudden sensation caused her to press her foot on the brake and grab her stomach. She didn’t know what was happening. The Midol wasn’t working and all she wanted was to lie down but the gang was waiting on her once again. Dylan sucked up the pain, grabbed her purse and got out of the car.

“You look like shit.” Tee-Tee screwed up his face. “Are you alright?”

“Does it look like I’m okay? I’m cramping like a muthafucka and I just felt something pop in my stomach.” Dylan replied hunched over.

“Girl, you need to go home.”

“No,” Dylan waved him off. “I’m alright. C’mon lets go inside. I’m dying for a slice of pizza.”

“Okay,” Tee-Tee eyed her skeptically.

Forty-five minutes into bowling the pizza had come and Dylan was in even worse shape. It took the will of God and Blue Ivy for her to stand up to bowl each time it was her turn. Somehow she was able to manage but after a while she couldn’t pretend like everything was okay anymore. Sweat poured from her forehead and she’d begun to feel dizzy. It was time for her to go home and rest.

“Tee-Tee I’m sorry but I gotta go,” she winced.

“You need me to drive you home?” He asked, truly concerned.

“No, I’ll make it.”  Dylan tried to convince herself.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I will drive you.” Billie chimed in.

She didn’t care about Dylan’s beef with her. Dylan looked like she’d been through a battle and lost all while wearing designer duds. She was obviously sick and needed help. Despite Dylan’s feelings towards her, Billie was going to offer her assistance.

“I’m fine,” Dylan groaned, annoyed by the sound of Billie’s voice. “Tee-Tee, I’ll call you later. Ya’ll have a good time.” Dylan eased herself out of the bowling alley and back to her car.

It was purely by the grace of God that she got home safely. Dylan never despised the long staircase in her home more. She stood exasperated at the bottom of the stairwell wondering how she was going to make it up. The entire room was spinning and sweat poured from every crevice her body.

It seemed like it took her a century to get from the bottom of the staircase and up to her room. By the time she reached her bed, Dylan was covered in sweat. She was extremely dizzy and in desperate need of lying down. Quickly she stripped down to nothing but her panties and got underneath the covers.

“Jaime!” Dylan pressed the intercom next to her bed. “Can you please make me a rice sock,” Dylan said wearily.

“Yes ma’am,” Jaime responded back.

A few minutes later Jaime entered Dylan’s master bedroom with a hot rice sock in her hand.

“Is everything okay Mrs. Carter?” Jaime handed her the rice sock.

“I’m having really bad menstrual cramps. I hope this rice sock helps.” Dylan took it from her and placed it under her stomach.

“It’s time for me to go home now. Do you need me to stay?”

“I hate to ask but can you please stay at least until Mr. Carter gets home,” Dylan pleaded, barely able to speak.

“Yes of course,” Jaime agreed. “I’ll give Mason his bath and put him to bed. I hope you feel better and let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thank you Jaime. Can you please close the door behind you?”

In extreme agony, Dylan placed the rice stomach on the left side of her pelvis. The warm sensation helped soothe the ache somewhat but not enough to stop Dylan from crying out to God for help.

I don’t wanna lose you now I’m lookin’ right at the other half of me.

-Justin Timeberlake, “Mirror”

Chapter 19

By ten o’clock that night Angel came home to find his wife lying on her stomach. Her pillow was soaked with tears.

“Baby, I got here as quick as I could. What’s wrong?” He sat next to her on the bed.

“I don’t know if I’m cramping or what but I’ve been hurting since I woke up this morning. I took some Midol but that didn’t work at all. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Dylan sobbed.

“You wanna go to the emergency room?” Angel ran his fingers through her hair.

“I don’t wanna go sit in a waiting room for hours if it’s only menstrual cramps.”

“But you don’t know if that’s all it is,” Angel said, concerned.

“I did feel something pop earlier on my left side,” Dylan confessed.

“That don’t sound right, babe.” Angel lie next to his wife and held her close. “You sure you don’t want to go to the emergency room?”

“I’ma wait. If I’m still hurting in the next few hours, I’ll go.”

“Okay well let’s go to sleep for a while.” Angel closed his eyes and prayed to god that his wife would feel better.

By 2:00a.m the torture Dylan was in still remained. The pain hadn’t gotten any better or any worse. Needing to pee, she eased her way out of the bed. Angel was in a deep sleep so she tried her best not to wake him. Dylan held her side and made her way to the bathroom. She still couldn’t even stand up straight. At that point she’d had enough.

After she used the bathroom it was time to go to the hospital. Dylan and Angel sat in the waiting room at Saint Mary’s hospital for well over two hours before she was seen. When she finally was seen the nurse asked her to take a urine test. As soon as they asked her to take the test thought that she might be pregnant entered Dylan’s mind. The last time she’d felt this kind of pain was when she was pregnant with Mason.