only listen to her things between them would be good. By the kiss and the warm hug he gave it seemed like he’d come around. Maybe he finally realized that State was of no threat to him.
“Dylan?” A reporter from ESPN shouted.
“Yes,” she smiled, as Angel stood firmly by her side, drinking a bottle of water.
“How have you been keeping up knowing that your husband might be facing five years in jail? Are you afraid?”
“No, I’m not,” Dylan said, confidently although she was lying. “My husband did nothing wrong but try to protect me. Once we have our day in court the truth will be revealed.”
“My wife is a soldier, that’s why I married her.” Angel told the reporter.
“Throughout this entire fiasco she’s stood by my side and loved me unconditionally. I couldn’t ask for a better wife or mother of my son.” Angel lovingly kissed Dylan on the forehead causing her heart to flutter.
“Now enough of me sounding like a girl let’s get back to boxing.” Angel threw on his wickedly addictive charm.
Hours later after hitting the bag, jumping rope and numerous others exercises the media crews left. Angel sat catching his breath while Dylan wiped mounds of sweat from his face.
“You did so good, baby,” she gushed, proudly.
“Thanks,” Angel replied, dryly. “Come here man.” He called out to Mason who was walking around the room.
“Daddy!” Mason wobbled over to his father.
“His little self is getting so big. I wish he could stay this size forever.” Dylan poked out her bottom lip.
“Nothing stays the same for too long. You proved that, right?” Angel said, in a brash tone.
“What is that suppose to mean?” Dylan snapped, taken aback by his attitude.
“It means ain’t shit changed,” Angel stood up with Mason securely in his arms. “You still rock wit’ ole boy, right?”
Dylan stood speechless.
“A’ight then,” Angel walked away.
Out done by the fact that he was only being nice to her for the cameras, Dylan shook her head. She was tired of the back and forth arguing between her and Angel. This whole thing had to be resolved and fast.
After Angel served his entire firm, ass to Dylan on a platter she left the gym in search of answers. She was still very much conflicted by her views on maintaining a friendship with State. Deciding it was best to go straight to the source, Dylan headed over to State’s office building for a chat. Being the media mogul that he was State’s office was located in the heart of downtown St. Louis. He had an entire ten floor building that housed his record label, clothing line and staff. As soon as Dylan walked into the building she was greeted by the front desk manager, Laila.
“Dylan. What a surprise,” she smiled.
“Hi, I know. I haven’t been here in years. I see you all have done some renovations. It looks beautiful.” Dylan glanced around at the pristine, white, interior.
“You know Mr. Adanu, everything has to be current and on point.”
“Do you and Mr. Adanu have an appointment? “Cause I would’ve remembered seeing your name on the books.” Laila thumbed through the appointment book.
“No, it’s a surprise visit. Is he in a meeting because I can talk to him later?” Dylan asked.
“Actually, no. Let me tell him you’re coming up.” Laila picked up the phone. “Mr. Adanu, Dylan’s here to see you.”
“Oh word? Send her up,” he said.
“Thank you,” Dylan mouthed to Laila before boarding the elevator to the tenth floor.
Once she reached her floor, Dylan strutted off the elevator and down the hall to State’s office which over looked the city.
“What you doing here Miss?” State greeted her with a hug.
Dylan couldn’t deny it, State was the shit. Everything about him was swagged out. His skin was the creamiest shade of dark chocolate. He stood six feet tall and was 200 pounds of pure muscle. His thick English accent made every woman on the planet swoon and the man could rock a suit like no
“Dylan?” A reporter from ESPN shouted.
“Yes,” she smiled, as Angel stood firmly by her side, drinking a bottle of water.
“How have you been keeping up knowing that your husband might be facing five years in jail? Are you afraid?”
“No, I’m not,” Dylan said, confidently although she was lying. “My husband did nothing wrong but try to protect me. Once we have our day in court the truth will be revealed.”
“My wife is a soldier, that’s why I married her.” Angel told the reporter.
“Throughout this entire fiasco she’s stood by my side and loved me unconditionally. I couldn’t ask for a better wife or mother of my son.” Angel lovingly kissed Dylan on the forehead causing her heart to flutter.
“Now enough of me sounding like a girl let’s get back to boxing.” Angel threw on his wickedly addictive charm.
Hours later after hitting the bag, jumping rope and numerous others exercises the media crews left. Angel sat catching his breath while Dylan wiped mounds of sweat from his face.
“You did so good, baby,” she gushed, proudly.
“Thanks,” Angel replied, dryly. “Come here man.” He called out to Mason who was walking around the room.
“Daddy!” Mason wobbled over to his father.
“His little self is getting so big. I wish he could stay this size forever.” Dylan poked out her bottom lip.
“Nothing stays the same for too long. You proved that, right?” Angel said, in a brash tone.
“What is that suppose to mean?” Dylan snapped, taken aback by his attitude.
“It means ain’t shit changed,” Angel stood up with Mason securely in his arms. “You still rock wit’ ole boy, right?”
Dylan stood speechless.
“A’ight then,” Angel walked away.
Out done by the fact that he was only being nice to her for the cameras, Dylan shook her head. She was tired of the back and forth arguing between her and Angel. This whole thing had to be resolved and fast.
After Angel served his entire firm, ass to Dylan on a platter she left the gym in search of answers. She was still very much conflicted by her views on maintaining a friendship with State. Deciding it was best to go straight to the source, Dylan headed over to State’s office building for a chat. Being the media mogul that he was State’s office was located in the heart of downtown St. Louis. He had an entire ten floor building that housed his record label, clothing line and staff. As soon as Dylan walked into the building she was greeted by the front desk manager, Laila.
“Dylan. What a surprise,” she smiled.
“Hi, I know. I haven’t been here in years. I see you all have done some renovations. It looks beautiful.” Dylan glanced around at the pristine, white, interior.
“You know Mr. Adanu, everything has to be current and on point.”
“Do you and Mr. Adanu have an appointment? “Cause I would’ve remembered seeing your name on the books.” Laila thumbed through the appointment book.
“No, it’s a surprise visit. Is he in a meeting because I can talk to him later?” Dylan asked.
“Actually, no. Let me tell him you’re coming up.” Laila picked up the phone. “Mr. Adanu, Dylan’s here to see you.”
“Oh word? Send her up,” he said.
“Thank you,” Dylan mouthed to Laila before boarding the elevator to the tenth floor.
Once she reached her floor, Dylan strutted off the elevator and down the hall to State’s office which over looked the city.
“What you doing here Miss?” State greeted her with a hug.
Dylan couldn’t deny it, State was the shit. Everything about him was swagged out. His skin was the creamiest shade of dark chocolate. He stood six feet tall and was 200 pounds of pure muscle. His thick English accent made every woman on the planet swoon and the man could rock a suit like no
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