Material Girl 3: Secrets & Betrayals (16 page)

“My life is a mess because of you. I wasn’t supposed to end up like this. We were supposed to be together. I thought we were set in stone.”

“Billie, I’m sorry,” State replied, remorsefully.

“You? I’m sorry. I can’t believe that all of these years later that I still care. I’ve tried so hard to forget you. I even tricked myself into believing that I hated you. I haven’t been able to fully give my heart to a man since you and that’s mainly because…” Billie paused.

The words she were about to say were like atom bombs. Once she said them there would be no turning back.

“I still love yo’ ass. Lord knows I don’t want to but I do,” she sobbed.

State sat back, stunned. He had no idea that what he’d done had affected her in such a way.

“I should’ve handled you better back then but I was young and reckless. I loved the fuck outta you and that scared the shit outta me. I wasn’t expecting to fall for you the way I did but I knew at the time that I couldn’t be what you needed me to be. Instead of telling you that I did what I knew how to do best, which was to not feel,” State responded, honestly.

“But I’m not on that shit no more. I’m not out here wilding out no more. I got Kyrese to think of now. I want to be a better man for him.”

Billie allowed his words to sink in. She wanted desperately to believe him so she said a silent prayer to god hoping that she could trust State this time. It felt good to know that the love she thought he had for her wasn’t imaginary or one sided. The question still remained did he love her now because Billie couldn’t pretend like her heart wasn’t in the palm of his hand anymore. With him was were her heart lay. She didn’t have all of the answers but she knew she wanted him.

“Come on little trouble maker.” State helped her stand up. “It’s time for us to go bed.” He grabbed a towel and dried her body.

For the first time that day Billie smiled. When they were younger he always called her his little trouble maker. Billie’s feisty behavior was always a turn on to him. Once she was dry, State wrapped the towel and his arms around her waist. State nestled his nose in the crook her neck and inhaled her scent. She smelled like an erotic garden.

Billie knew she should’ve been nervous but being in State’s arms felt like home. If he kept it up, she could see herself falling for him once more. Billie couldn’t make any sense as to where their relationship was heading but things couldn’t get any worse than it already was. It was mind-blogging to her however to be back in his arms. She thought that she’d closed the door on a romance with State, yet here she was.

Every part of her wanted to give in and wrap her legs around his waist but the part of her heart that he’d stomped on wouldn’t allow it. State softly kissed the nape of her neck then took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Being the gentleman he was he massaged lotion onto her body and helped her slip on a crème silk negligee. Billie lie on her side and watched as State removed his sweater.

Billie watched with lust in her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was happening. A few weeks before State was her sworn enemy now he was her only ally. The wife beater he wore underneath his sweater clung to his chest, exposing his toned pecks and abs. State was sexier now then he was when they were twenty-three. Before hopping into bed State blew out the candles in the bathroom. Billie didn’t know what was about to happen but she welcomed the adventure.

State slipped into bed and lie behind her. Billie’s back was pressed up against his chest. She could feel the thickness of his dick on the cheeks of her ass. She wondered would it be tacky or whorish to reach back and touch it. Once again, Billie had to remind herself that she was a married woman. Her husband however had technically left her. She was free to do as she pleased. Having State rock her pussy to sleep was all she yearned for.

“Billie,” State stressed her name.

“Huh?” She said, breathlessly.

“Go to sleep, baby. We ain’t fuckin’ tonight.” He kissed the back of her head. “You ain’t ready for this dick, baby-girl.”

Billie tried her damnedest not to laugh but failed miserably. Just like back in the day, State knew her every thought.

He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty.

-Beyoncé, “Partition”

Chapter 16

            Dylan lay completely naked on her back in front of her new fire place. The heat from the roaring fire warmed her body. The house was pitch black except for the gold flickers of light from the fire. Angel lay on top of her.  His face hovered over hers. Fully aroused by her flawless frame, he kissed her lips hungrily. Dylan relished the taste of his tongue.   

            Angel placed a trail of sweet kisses from Dylan’s lips down to her belly button. Dylan looked on eagerly awaiting the moment when his lips met with her clit. Angel knew what she wanted so instead he kissed her thighs and legs. Dylan shrieked in agony. They’d been making love for hours and still hadn’t gotten enough of one another. She loved when she and Angel had days like this. Neither of them was willing to back down or give in. They had to have one another.

            “Oooh baby suck my pussy,” Dylan moaned, going insane.

            “That’s what you want?” Angel teased her by licking her clit quickly.

            “Yes!”

            Always one to give his wife exactly what she wanted, Angel gave in and feasted on her kitty.

            “Awwwww baby, that feels good.” Dylan closed her eyes tight. “Aww yeah,” she moaned as Angel licked circles around her hard clit.

            “Awww yeah, lick my pussy.” Dylan opened her eyes and watched with delight in her eyes.

            Angel was flicking his tongue across Dylan’s throbbing clit at lightening speed. He’d buried his entire face in her pussy. Dylan enjoyed every second of it.

            “Fuck that feels so good!”

            “You like that shit, don’t you?” Angel spit on her pussy and massaged the juices into her skin.

            “You know I do,” Dylan moaned, sitting up.

            She had to taste him. Angel got on his knees. His long, thick, dick dangled in front of Dylan’s face. Her mouth watered like a starving child. She couldn’t help but devour his entire dick while playing with her pussy.

            “That’s right, play with that pussy, baby.” Angel caressed her breasts.

            There was nothing sexier to him than to watch his wife play with herself right in from him. The visual made his dick rock hard. Dylan did as she was told and rotated her fingers clockwise across her clit. The feeling of sucking her husband’s dick while masturbating was mind-blowing. Angel grabbed the back of Dylan’s head and made her look at him.

            “You love me?”

            “Yes,” she whimpered, feeling herself about to cum.

            Angel leaned down and kissed her with so much intensity that Dylan had no choice but to climax. Wet sticky cream was all over hand. Dylan massaged her juices onto Angel’s dick as she stroked his penis. Angel couldn’t take it anymore. He had to be inside of her. On his back he pulled Dylan on top of him. In a matter of seconds his dick was inside of her warm walls. Angel gripped her ass and pumped his long rod in and out of her at a feverish pace.

            “Oooh yeah, daddy! Fuck me!” Dylan screamed. “Oooooh yeah, baby! Ahhhhhhhh! Shit Angel, fuck me with that big cock! Mmmmm that feels so good! Awww yeah! Aww baby! I wanna see you cum!”

            “You wanna see it?” Angel groaned.

            “Yeah!” Dylan bounced up and down on his dick.

            She could feel Angel about to explode. With each thrust they both neared climaxing.

            “Fuck! I’m about to cum!”  Angel slapped her ass cheek.

            “Me too, baby!” Dylan screeched cumming all over his dick.

            Angel released hot cum into her sugar walls. For a while they both lay in silence collecting their strength.   

            “Shit nigga,” Dylan moaned, lying on top of his chest. “That I ain’t going to jail dick something else,” she teased.

“I told you it’s not a game.” Angel leaned over to take a swig of Paul Mason.

“I’m just so happy that we were able to settle everything out of court. I would’ve lost my goddamn mind if you had to go jail.”

“Shit you … me too but I told you everything was going to be fine. That nigga just wanted a come up so I threw a couple of stacks at him and he flew his dumbass back over to Australia or wherever the fuck he from.”

“He’s from France,” Dylan laughed.

“I don’t give a fuck where that nigga from. What did you see in that lame ass dude anyway? He wack as fuck.” Angel mean mugged her.

            “I was having a temporary lapse of memory.” Dylan rolled her eyes.

“You mean temporary lapse of judgment.” Angel corrected her.

“Whatever.” Dylan waved him off. “The shit is behind us now. We have our new house.” She gushed, looking around the sprawling estate.

Their new home was well over 10,000 square feet and located in the Central West End section of St. Louis. The Venetian-Italianate architecture mansion had stained glass windows and a carriage house with two apartments. There were eight bedrooms and five bathrooms. Majority of the mansion had hardwood floors but on the second level the entire floor was made of marble. Off the dining room was a covered porch. The kitchen counters were made of Italian marble and Dylan’s favorite feature of the mansion were the pocket doors.

“Now we can concentrate on your next match, me opening up the next Edible Couture location in New York and most importantly expanding our family,” Dylan twirled her index finger around on Angel’s chest. 

“I want Mason to have a little sister so bad and they’ll only be two years apart if I get pregnant soon which will be great.”

“The way I just fucked you, you’re probably pregnant with quadruplets,” Angel grinned.

“You did hit me wit’ the death stroke,” Dylan sat up.

Her full, perky breasts were all Angel could concentrate on.

“I’m so happy that you’re my wife.” He cupped her breasts in his hands and pulled her down so he could devour them.

Angel’s wet tongue danced circles around Dylan’s harden nipples.

“You trying to go for round four?” Dylan moaned, licking her upper lip.

“I’m trained to go twelve. You down?” Angel asked, inserting his dick into her eager slit.

“You ain’t said nothing but a word,” Dylan rotated her hips clockwise.

The sound of six inch Louboutin stiletto heels clicked against Dylan’s marble floor. She was giving Tee-Tee a tour of her new home.

“Bitch!” Tee-Tee turned and looked at her in awe. “Ya’ll did the muthafuckin’ thing. Girl, this place is breathtaking. You sure ya’ll ain’t put out a sex tape to get this ‘cause I heard Mimi and Niko are down in Atlanta doing it,” Tee-Tee snapped his finger.

“Trust me if I put out a sex tape, you’d know about it. Mimi and Niko sex life ain’t got shit on me and Angel’s. We gets down,” Dylan stated, bluntly.

“How many rooms ya’ll got? Me, Bernard and Princess Gaga might be moving in.”

“You silly,” Dylan laughed.

“You laughing but bitch I’m serious,” Tee-Tee smirked. “I be forgetting Angel net worth. Homeboy is doing it big and doing it well.”

“Umm excuse you.” Dylan cocked her head back. “I put in on this too.”

“I’m sure you did.” Tee-Tee patted her on the arm sympathetically. “I’m sure you sprinkled a few coins in but let’s keep it all the way one hundred. This house smells of
mill-ions
. This mansion has to be well over ten million dollars. Now am I wrong or am I right?” He arched his eyebrow.

“You’re right!” Dylan burst out laughing. “My nigga is the shit!” She high-fived her cousin.

“Where is our boo at anyway?” Tee-Tee referred to Angel.

“At the gym.”

“Girl, this house is so big I can’t even hear my baby.”

“Princess and Mason are straight. My nanny Jaime has them and I have video monitors in each room,” Dylan assured.

“Bitch you know yo’ ass is in another tax bracket. That’s some rich folks shit.”

“Shut up,” Dylan playfully pushed him.

“So.” Tee-Tee popped his lips as they entered Dylan’s in home movie theater. “You gon’ invite Billie over to see the new crib?”

“Uh … no, “ Dylan cocked her head back, appalled. “The kids of course will be over but she can stay her ass where she at.”

“Listen,” Tee-Tee sat down in one of the theater seats. “What she did was fucked up on so many levels but ya’ll are sisters. She loves you and you love her. It’s not like you’re not going to be around each other. You’re married to the girl’s brother and she’s still my friend.”

“And you’re telling me this because?” Dylan said, clearly agitated.

“I’m telling you this because life is too short to be holding onto grudges. She’s apologized. She can’t rewind time and make it all go away. You have to find a way in your heart to forgive her.”

“Let her fuck Bernard and have a child by him and not tell you and then we’ll talk. Until then don’t bring that bitch name up to me no more.” Dylan spat unfazed by his speech.

“Oh if she fuck Bernard everybody gon’ die. But whatever, I tried. If you wanna be mad then that’s all on you.” Tee-Tee threw up his hand, defeated.

“I’ma let you know now. She will be at my birthday gathering so please be on your best behavior. I don’t want no shit on my birthday,” Tee-Tee warned.

“If she don’t start none it won’t be none. I’ma let you know now with all of the stress I’ve been under as of late that I’ve been waiting for an excuse to pop a bitch.” Dylan put her up dukes and began to fight the air.

“Girl, you ain’t Angel. You gon’ fuck around and get yo’ ass beat. Now c’mon,” Tee-Tee linked arms with Dylan. “Lead me back to the kitchen. A bitch is starving.”

Time had been going by so fast that almost a month had gone by since Billie last saw Knox’s face. He’d call and check up on Kyrese and ask how she was doing but he hadn’t stepped foot back into the house since he left. The only reason Billie was able to cope with him being gone was because she gave her full attention and energy to her kids. State being there as a support system was an added bonus.