doggone. I wanted him to teach me how to do the Stanky Leg. I already got the Ricky Bobby down pat.” Candy did the dance then stopped and did a jailhouse pose for the frame.
“Shoot me now.” Dylan looked up at the ceiling.
“Candy, you a mess, girl. Come sit down wit’ me.” Tee-Tee patted the seat next to him.
Candy happily obliged his request. She absolutely adored Tee-Tee.
“How you been?”
“Baby, if I was any better, I would swear it was a setup.”
“I know that’s right. So, you seein’ anybody?”
“You know, for a minute there I was in between gigs, ya dig? But I been doing this li’l Internet dating thing and done found me a nice li’l fella.”
“That’s wassup! Now, tell me, what you think of Bernard?” Tee-Tee and Candy eyed him from across the room.
“Aw, baby, you know I likes me a ruff neck, an old crazy muthafucka. A niggah that’ll growl at ya. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!” She laughed. “Pull ya weave out! Make you give him a blow job just ’cause you looked at him the wrong way type of niggah.”
Tee-Tee fell out laughing.
“And, sugar, that there is all man,” Candy continued. “If he wasn’t batting for yo’ team, I would be all over that lush tenderloin, ’cause homeboy got it going on.”
“Miss Candy.” Kenzie and her sister came over giggling.
“Yes, sugar.” Candy held her hand.
“What’s a blow job?”
“That’s simple, sugar. Fifty bucks, two dinners, and a watch.”
While Dylan tried to pretend she hadn’t heard the conversation between the twins and Candy, State checked a text message he’d just received on his phone. After reading the message, he closed his phone and gazed off into space.
“I am starving,” Dylan leaned over and said. “I hope we’re having steak. I’m in a red meat kind of mood. Are you ready to eat?” she asked State. He didn’t answer.
“Hello.” She waved her hand in front of his face.
“My bad.” State finally looked up.
“Mm-hmm.” Dylan pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “You enjoying yourself so far?”
“Yeah, your people are cool. I mean, yo’ mom and homeboy are kinda out there, but it’s cool. I’m enjoying myself, but yo’ . . . let me go make a run real quick.”
“A run where? We just got here, and plus dinner will be served any second now.” Dylan searched his eyes, confused.
“I’ll be right back.” He stood up and placed his phone in his pocket.
“So, whatever you’re about to do can’t wait until later?” Dylan said in a whisper so no one else could hear.
“Yo’, don’t start trippin’. I said I’ll be right back.” He quickly kissed her cheek. “Billie, I have to run out for a quick second, but I’ll be back.”
“Okay.” She smiled then turned her attention back to the chef.
“Please don’t take too long,” Dylan whispered so no one would hear the desperation in her voice.
“I won’t,” he assured.
“You will not hurt my pride if right now you decide that you are not ready to settle down.”
—Brownstone, “If You Love Me”
Chapter 8
State drove down I-70 wishing that he could rewind time. It wasn’t right to leave Dylan at a moment’s notice, but when Ashton texted him saying she got a break in her schedule and that she’d be home in less than two hours, he had no choice but to bounce. There was no way he was gonna let his wife come home to an empty house, so he left Dylan to face the critics alone. It was fucked up that her feelings would be hurt, and State knew sooner or later he’d have to deal with the consequences of his actions, but Ashton was his main priority.
For the past four months, they’d done nothing but Skype and talk over the phone. He missed his wife like a fat kid loved cake. He had to have her. And yeah, the fact that he was living two different lives was becoming too hard to juggle, but State wasn’t ready to give up either woman just yet. He had an appetite for destruction, and both women were like five-star
“Shoot me now.” Dylan looked up at the ceiling.
“Candy, you a mess, girl. Come sit down wit’ me.” Tee-Tee patted the seat next to him.
Candy happily obliged his request. She absolutely adored Tee-Tee.
“How you been?”
“Baby, if I was any better, I would swear it was a setup.”
“I know that’s right. So, you seein’ anybody?”
“You know, for a minute there I was in between gigs, ya dig? But I been doing this li’l Internet dating thing and done found me a nice li’l fella.”
“That’s wassup! Now, tell me, what you think of Bernard?” Tee-Tee and Candy eyed him from across the room.
“Aw, baby, you know I likes me a ruff neck, an old crazy muthafucka. A niggah that’ll growl at ya. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!” She laughed. “Pull ya weave out! Make you give him a blow job just ’cause you looked at him the wrong way type of niggah.”
Tee-Tee fell out laughing.
“And, sugar, that there is all man,” Candy continued. “If he wasn’t batting for yo’ team, I would be all over that lush tenderloin, ’cause homeboy got it going on.”
“Miss Candy.” Kenzie and her sister came over giggling.
“Yes, sugar.” Candy held her hand.
“What’s a blow job?”
“That’s simple, sugar. Fifty bucks, two dinners, and a watch.”
While Dylan tried to pretend she hadn’t heard the conversation between the twins and Candy, State checked a text message he’d just received on his phone. After reading the message, he closed his phone and gazed off into space.
“I am starving,” Dylan leaned over and said. “I hope we’re having steak. I’m in a red meat kind of mood. Are you ready to eat?” she asked State. He didn’t answer.
“Hello.” She waved her hand in front of his face.
“My bad.” State finally looked up.
“Mm-hmm.” Dylan pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “You enjoying yourself so far?”
“Yeah, your people are cool. I mean, yo’ mom and homeboy are kinda out there, but it’s cool. I’m enjoying myself, but yo’ . . . let me go make a run real quick.”
“A run where? We just got here, and plus dinner will be served any second now.” Dylan searched his eyes, confused.
“I’ll be right back.” He stood up and placed his phone in his pocket.
“So, whatever you’re about to do can’t wait until later?” Dylan said in a whisper so no one else could hear.
“Yo’, don’t start trippin’. I said I’ll be right back.” He quickly kissed her cheek. “Billie, I have to run out for a quick second, but I’ll be back.”
“Okay.” She smiled then turned her attention back to the chef.
“Please don’t take too long,” Dylan whispered so no one would hear the desperation in her voice.
“I won’t,” he assured.
“You will not hurt my pride if right now you decide that you are not ready to settle down.”
—Brownstone, “If You Love Me”
Chapter 8
State drove down I-70 wishing that he could rewind time. It wasn’t right to leave Dylan at a moment’s notice, but when Ashton texted him saying she got a break in her schedule and that she’d be home in less than two hours, he had no choice but to bounce. There was no way he was gonna let his wife come home to an empty house, so he left Dylan to face the critics alone. It was fucked up that her feelings would be hurt, and State knew sooner or later he’d have to deal with the consequences of his actions, but Ashton was his main priority.
For the past four months, they’d done nothing but Skype and talk over the phone. He missed his wife like a fat kid loved cake. He had to have her. And yeah, the fact that he was living two different lives was becoming too hard to juggle, but State wasn’t ready to give up either woman just yet. He had an appetite for destruction, and both women were like five-star
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