Material Girl 2 by Keisha Ervin

little.”
    “Okay, well, can we at least just go back in so you can see what they have to offer?”
    “Yeah, give me a second. I gotta make a call.” Angel reached in his pocket and pulled out his Apple iPhone 4.
    “It can’t wait? We’ve already wasted enough time as it is,” she responded impatiently.
    “Nah, I want to see if I can get in touch with Dylan again.”
    Milania’s jaw unconsciously clenched tight like a pit bull. She was so sick that every conversation she and Angel had reverted back to Dylan. Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, she thought. She assumed that inviting the paparazzi to her showdown with Dylan and leaking her engagement and Dylan’s pregnancy would help stir the pot, but all it had done was make Angel doubt their relationship. Milania had to figure out a way to get rid of Dylan for good. With her in the picture, Milania’s road to superstardom and fame would always be met with road blocks and speed bumps.
    “Why?” she responded, not backing down.
    “What you mean, why?” Angel shot her a nasty look.
    “I mean it’s obvious that she doesn’t want to talk to you for whatever reason,” she retorted.
    “’Cause she’s the mother of my child, that’s why, and I wanna see what’s going on wit’ her and my baby.”
    Milania inhaled deeply and replied, “A’ight, I’ll see you in a second.”
    There was no point in starting another argument with him. Nope. Milania would bite her tongue and prepare herself for the next showdown, which was sure to come.
    “Order me a Boulevard Wheat.”
    “Sure.” She gave him a tight smile and went back in.
    Angel found Dylan’s name in his contacts and dialed her number, but to his displeasure, his call was sent to voice mail after the second the ring.
     
     
    Dylan gazed down at her cell phone and rolled her eyes. She didn’t have two words for Angel. Frankly, if she could, she would literally give him her ass to kiss. Dylan was beyond upset with Angel. She was terribly disappointed. Never in a million years had she expected him to find another chick, then chuck up the deuce like she wasn’t shit, but he did.
    Hell, he didn’t have time enough to check on her while she was in the hospital, but now he expected her to answer his call. Negro, please, she thought. Plus the unwanted news coverage of her pregnancy was driving her insane. Dylan couldn’t take a shit without a photographer up in her face. At this point, she wasn’t concerned about how fine Angel was, how his backstroke took her to all seven continents of the world and back, how he loved her too much, how she fucked up, missed him with every pore of her skin, and would give all of her limbs to have him back in her life again.
    After her health scare, Dylan was all about herself, her baby, and their future. She couldn’t depend on Angel, so she decided to depend on herself. Pocketing her phone, Dylan walked out into the showroom of the bakery and smiled. There were a couple of customers in the store. Although business wasn’t booming like she wanted it to, Dylan knew that her breakfast pastries, minipastries, cookies, pies, wedding cakes, coffee, and lattes were the best in town.
    The way Dylan had the place decorated was utterly charming. Once customers walked through the door, they felt as if they had stumbled upon a Parisian boutique. Funky lampshades, one-of-a-kind chandeliers, and toile adorned the cozy café, along with black-and-white photos of some of her favorite fashion icons, such as Elizabeth Taylor, Rihanna, and Carrie Bradshaw.
    While Dylan’s cashier took care of a customer, she explained to another the ingredients inside of her famous chocolate mousse cup topped with a miniature gold Louboutin heel when she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, a familiar face walk through the door. Dylan’s mouth immediately became as dry as a nun’s crotch she was so shocked. She hoped that what she was experiencing within didn’t resonate on her face as she and the unexpected guest