Material Girl 2 by Keisha Ervin Page B

and grinned.
    “So how many months are you?” State leaned back in his chair.
    “Five.”
    “What you having?”
    “Don’t know. The baby was turned when we tried to see,” she explained as Megan brought over their drinks.
    “I see,” he nodded, zeroing in on Megan’s ass as she walked away.
    “So where is the Mrs.?” Dylan asked, referring to his wife, R&B sensation Ashton.
    “I don’t know, off somewhere. We’re getting a divorce. She finally got tired of trying to change me.”
    “Wow, didn’t see that one coming,” Dylan replied sarcastically.
    “You real funny.”
    “Seriously, I’m sorry to hear that,” she pretended to pout.
    “Don’t be. We all know marriage is not for me.”
    “You got that right. You know what? I think I just had an apostrophe.” Dylan cupped her chin and tapped her index finger against her nose.
    “You mean epiphany?”
    “Yeah, that too,” she pointed. “I think you’re one of those people who is more in love with the idea of being married than actually being married.”
    “You know what, Dylan? You might actually be on to something.”
    “I know. Being pregnant has turned me into a fuckin’ Jedi man. I swear it’s like I have ESPN,” she responded, not even knowing that she’d messed up.
    “I totally agree,” State laughed on the inside as a photographer took their photo from across the street. “I totally agree.”
     
     
    Shades of darkness filled the room. Angel sat alone facing the television screen with a glass of scotch in his hand. It was 2:00 A.M. , but sleep evaded him. He couldn’t get the scent of Dylan’s perfume out of his nose or the sight of her hazel eyes out of his head. She followed him everywhere—in his dreams, when he brushed his teeth, when he bathed, walked down the street, even when he made love to Milania at night.
    Angel often found himself wishing Milania’s kisses came from Dylan’s warm mouth or that Milania’s slit was the entrance way to Dylan’s honeycomb hideout. Taking a sip from the chilled glass, he watched the home movie before him and reminisced. It was the day he recorded Dylan and him in bed fooling around. Angel watched closely as she smiled gleefully and hit him in the head with a pillow. Instead of retaliating, he pinned her body down to the bed and brushed his lips upon hers.
    Unable to resist the taste of his tongue, Dylan kissed his lips fervently, rotating between his top and bottom lip. Then their tongues met and heaven was exposed to their mouths. Angel couldn’t get enough of her then, and the fact still remained now. No matter how hard he tried to forget the weeks and months they spent together or how much he remembered her betrayal, emotions for her still lingered on.
    Now shit was all fucked up. He’d pledge his commitment to another while feelings for Dylan suffocated him to the point he couldn’t breathe. Angel knew that a resolution to his problem had to come quickly, because he couldn’t spend another night obsessing over Dylan’s mouth, the curve of her waist, or the roundness of her hips. There was no denying it or hiding it. Dylan held the key to his heart, and yeah, he had feelings for Milania, but the feelings just weren’t as strong.
    But the option of breaking off their engagement wasn’t something Angel was ready to do either, ’cause at the end of the day, he might carry around a love for Dylan the size of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans combined, but the fact still remained that she’d done the unforgiveable and fucked another man behind his back. Angel’s ego just couldn’t let that slide without feeling like an absolute punk. So here he was, engaged to a woman who only filled the void of him not being alone.
    Unbeknownst to Angel, as a trickle of water from the outside of his glass slid down his hand, Milania stood silently in the doorway. Venom raced through her cold veins. Her worst nightmare had just been revealed, but she wasn’t down for the count. Milania still had