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Authors: Keisha Ervin

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“No,” Billie interjected, eyeing her quizzically. “She did something different with her hair.”

“Actually, I did.” Dylan ran her hand down the back of her head.

She was absolutely obsessed with her new pixie cut hairstyle.  

“But that’s not it. Angel and I got married!”

“You lyin’?” Billie said flabbergasted.

“Nope.” Dylan extended her left hand.

“Ohhhhh Dylan,” Billie’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m so happy for you.” She stood up and gave Dylan a warm hug.

“Thanks sis,” Dylan gushed.

“We are sisters now aren’t we?” Billie smiled back.

“Ya’ll so fake.” Tee-Tee said dryly with his arms folded across his chest.

“Eww what’s wrong wit’ you?” Dylan finally sat down.

“You just love to rain on my parade don’t you?” Tee-Tee rolled his neck. “You know I let you slide when you got pregnant by Angel but now you have taken this shit way too far. Do you know it is taking everything in me not to jump across this table and … whoop … yo’ … muthafuckin’ … ass.  Angel is my man, jumpoff!”

“Tee-Tee shut up!” Billie flicked her wrist.

“I just don’t know where we gon’ go from here.” Tee-Tee dabbed his eyes pretending to cry.

“Girl, ain’t nobody got time for him,” Dylan said.

 “I agree. Now tell me everything.” Billie said, excited.

“Well, after I raced out of church like a mad woman, I had the limousine driver take me to Lambert Airport and once I got there I found Angel and professed my love to him right there in front of everyone. I mean folks were lookin’ at me like I was out of my goddamn mind but ask me if I give a fuck.” Dylan pursed her lips.

 “All I knew was I had to get my man back and when your brother told me that he still loved me too it was like God had kissed me on the forehead and said see baby I told you everything is gonna be okay.”

“Aww, Dylan.” Billie poked out her bottom lip.

“After that we chartered a G5 to Vegas and got married. Now I’m here with you guys,” Dylan beamed.

“Fairytales do come true.” Billie picked up her glass.

Tee-Tee paced his index finger inside his mouth and pretended to gag.

“Bye Fa’Jealous.” Dylan waved her hand, flashing her ring.

“Honey please. I’m far from jealous. If anybody’s happy for you you know it’s me. You know I love you like a sister or better yet a Birken bag.” Tee-Tee reached his hand across the table and placed his hand on top of hers.

“Seriously, you and Angel are meant for each other. And I’m happy your family is finally complete.”

“Thanks cousin.” Dylan choked up.

“I know you ain’t being no soft ass nigga,” Tee-Tee insisted. “We some OG’s and OG’s don’t cry.”

“Shut up.” Dylan giggled, gathering her emotions.

“Now, the million dollar question is, have you talked to your fiancé?” Tee-Tee arched his eyebrow.

“No.” Dylan shook her head.
            “Well, don’t you think you need to?” Billie said.

“I am. I just don’t know what to say to him.” Dylan replied, feeling overwhelmed.

“Yeah, that is an awkward conversation to have.” Billie took a sip from her cup.

“I said I was gonna go by his hotel room today after we have lunch and see if he was still there.”

“Good luck wit’ that girlfriend. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. Even though they are some fabulous Manolo’s,” Tee-Tee admired her heels. “When we get those?”

“Angel bought them for me while we were in Vegas,” Dylan gushed. “I swear ya’ll I love that man. I can’t wait to get back home. ‘Cause as soon as I see him I’ma attack that dick like I’m the crocodile hunter.”

 

 

 

 

 

After all the boys that I thought I loved before. I didn’t know what love was until you knocked on my door.

 

-Keri Hilson, “All the Boys”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

A million butterflies fluttered around in the pit of Dylan’s stomach as she knocked on Cruz’s hotel door. A part of her prayed that he wouldn’t answer and she wouldn’t have to deal with the mess she’d made. But she had to make things right between them or else she would forever be tortured by the look on his face when she left him standing at the altar. To her dismay, after she knocked the second time, she heard the sound of his footsteps coming towards the door.

“Who is it?” He asked.

“It’s me, Dylan.” She spoke hesitantly.

“Who?” Cruz asked, surprised.

Cruz prayed that someone wasn’t playing a cruel joke on him. His heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

“Dylan,” she repeated.

Overjoyed Cruz swung open the door in anticipation of seeing her face.

“Yo! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you?” He pulled her into his arms and held her so tight she could hardy breathe.

“Oh.” Dylan said caught off guard by his eagerness to see her.

She naturally assumed that Cruz would be livid with her and want to rip her head off.

“Let me look at you.” He held her at arms length. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Why haven’t you been answering any of my calls?” Cruz said in a panic.

“I didn’t have my phone,” Dylan said flustered.

“It doesn’t even matter. All that matters is that you’re back.” Cruz squeezed her even tighter.

“Is it okay if I come in,” Dylan asked, struggling to breathe.

“My bad. Come in.” Cruz pulled her inside. “You want something to drink? You hungry?”

“No, I’m good,” she insisted. “I just really wanna talk to you.”

“Me too,” Cruz agreed. “Look, I know that everything between us has happened really quickly.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about?” Dylan sat on the edge of the couch.

“Dig this.” Cruz sat down beside her. “I know that we got engaged really fast and that I asked you to marry me in a month—”

“Cruz.” Dylan tried to speak again.

“No, let me finish. I was wrong for rushing you. I should’ve understood that you needed some time. But I want you to know that I’m not mad at you. Everyone gets cold feet—”

“Cruz,” Dylan interjected.

“No let me speak,” Cruz stressed. “I love you Dylan and if you want to get married today, tomorrow or next year it doesn’t matter. I’m willing to wait on you ‘cause that’s how important to me you are.”
            “Cruz!” Dylan yelled, praying this time he’d listen. “Oh my god! Will you shut up?”

“My bad.” He calmed down. “You’re right. Go ahead and speak.”

“Whew.” She let out a sigh of relief. “Oh my god this is so hard.”

“Take your time?” He massaged her arm.

“I wish I knew how to say this.” Dylan paused and looked at him. “I really do care about you and my intentions were never to hurt you.”

“I know,” Cruz nodded.

“But … while I was gone I did something.” Dylan swallowed hard.

“Did what?”

“Oh my gosh this is hard.” Dylan ran her hands down her face.

“Just say it,” Cruz said adamantly.

“I got married.”

“What?” Cruz looked confused.

“Angel and I got married.”

Dylan gazed into Cruz’s eyes. She wished she could tell what he was thinking but his face was stone. All she could see was the tears that were building in his eyes. This was the moment she’d dreaded since she and Angel said I do. She didn’t want to hurt Cruz. He hadn’t deserved the pain she was causing him but her heart belonged to Angel and it always would.

“Cruz?” She whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m straight.” He stood up and paced the room.

“Understand that it’s not you, it’s me.” Dylan tried her best to explain. “I should’ve been honest with you from the jump and told you how I really felt. Instead of letting things go this far. I had no business accepting your proposal when I knew I still had feelings for Angel. I am so sorry and I pray that you can forgive me. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Yeah, sure.” He nodded his head. “I forgive you.” He furiously punched his fist through the wall.

“What the hell?” Dylan jumped.

“FUCK!” Cruz flung his wrist up and down from the pain.

“Are you okay?” Dylan rushed over to inspect his hand.

“Does it look like I’m fuckin’ okay?” Cruz reared his hand back and slapped Dylan so hard that she torpedoed across the room.

“You fuckin’ crazy!” He stormed over to where she lay on the floor. “I could kill yo’ ass right now! How the fuck you gon’ come here and tell me some shit like that and think everything gon’ be good?”

Dylan turned over onto her side and touched her lip. The trickles of blood on her fingertips revealed that her lip was busted.

“I can’t believe you fuckin’ hit me?” She sat on her butt and scooted back.

“I fuckin’ loved you! How could you do this to me?” Spit spewed from Cruz’s mouth. “That nigga played the shit outta you and this is how you do me?”

“I’m sorry,” Dylan cried.

“You sorry? Yeah, you’s a sorry muthafucka, alright!” Cruz tossed a lamp across the room.

Afraid for her life Dylan got up and tried running towards the door but Cruz grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her towards him.

“Where the fuck you think you going?” He spun her around.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Dylan kneed him in the groan.

Cruz cupped his dick and bent over in agony. Seeing that she had a way out Dylan quickly picked up her purse and raced out of the door.

“Dylan, wait! I’m sorry!” Cruz groaned. “Come back!”

But just like at their wedding there was no way Dylan was turning back. After this Cruz would never see her face again.

 

 

For almost two hours, Dylan drove around in circles, dreading going home. She thought things were bad at first but now things were worse. Angel was sure to flip when he saw her face and there was no telling what he might do to her or Cruz after witnessing the damage. Dylan was beyond paranoid and upset. For the first time in years she didn’t have a stitch of press powder or foundation in her purse to cover up the red hand print on the side of her face. Thank god she had a pair of Tom Ford sunnies and a Louis Vuitton scarf in her glove compartment to conceal the remnants of Cruz smack down.

Dylan didn’t know how she’d hide her busted lip though. Building up all the courage she had, Dylan placed on her shades and draped the scarf around her head and tied it underneath her neck. Taking a much needed breath she unlocked the door and prayed for the best. After climbing the steps leading to her kitchen she spotted Angel standing in front of the refrigerator.

Angel was the epitome of fine. His brash behavior and cocky attitude was a turn on to Dylan. It didn’t hurt that he was six feet two and 220 pounds of pure muscle. He rocked a bald and thick beard like no other. His skin reminded her of the sun.  On his chest in cursive letter were the words “Death Before Dishonor”. The tribal tattoo that reached from the right side of his shoulder all the way down to his ankle made Dylan want to ride his dick every time she laid eyes on him.

“Where you been?” He asked, looking for something to eat.

“Umm, I ran to the mall,” Dylan lied.

“You didn’t buy the whole mall did you?” Angel finally looked her way.

“No.” Dylan gazed off to the side.

“That’s an interesting look you got going on,” he laughed. “What you call that, the Jackie O?”

“How’d you guess?” Dylan laughed nervously, concealing her face with her hand.

“Why you actin’ so weird? What’s wrong wit’ you?” Angel stood up straight and looked at her.

“Nothin’. I just gotta pee.” Dylan tried to walk away.

“Ah uh.” Angel blocked her path.

“What?” Dylan put her head down.

“What’s wrong wit’ you? And take this silly ass scarf off.” Angel tried to untie it.

“No!” Dylan yelled, slapping his hand away. “Stop!”

 “What the fuck is yo’ problem?”

“Nothin’. I told you I gotta use the bathroom.” She lied again.

“Let me look at you first.” Angel lifted her head.

Fed up with trying to hide the inevitable Dylan allowed him to see her face without struggle. With her scarf and shades off, Angel took one look at her face and said,

“Who whooped yo’ ass?”

“Nobody. Now can I please go and use the bathroom?”

“Lie to me again,” Angel warned.

“I’m not lyin’.” Dylan rolled her eyes.

“Did Milania fuck you up?” Angel eyed her quizzically.

“Boy please.” Dylan shot furiously. “Don’t make me fuck you up.”

“Then what happened and tell the truth this time.”

Dylan inhaled deeply and sighed.

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

“Tell me what happened first.” Angel replied, unwilling to fold.

“No. Not until you promise me you won’t get mad,” Dylan demanded.

“A’ight, I promise,” Angel lied. “Now where you been?”

“Okay, after I had lunch with Billie and Tee-Tee I went to the Lumière hotel.”
            “What you go there for?” Angel folded his arms across his chest.

“To see Cruz.” Dylan winced, closing her eyes.

“You did what?” Angel said, outraged.

“You promised you weren’t gonna get mad?” Dylan stomped her foot like a child.

“Fuck that! What the fuck you go see him for? What you having second thoughts or something?”

“Really, Angel?” Dylan looked at him as if he were stupid.

“No. I went to see him to tell him that I was sorry for running out like that but when I got there he thought that I was coming back to be with him. So when I told him you and I were back together and married,” Dylan began to cry, “he flipped out on me.”

“That muthafucka hit you?” Angel balled his fist.

“Yeah, he just … lost it. He started throwing things and grabbing me. It was like I didn’t even know who he was,” Dylan sobbed.

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