other.
“I need some advice, friend,” Dylan groaned, hugging him back.
“Come in and have a seat,” State stepped to the side so she could walk into his office.
State’s office was massive. The feel was a mix between modernism and tribal chic. Skylights shown brightly from the ceiling. On one side of the room hanging from the wall was a Basquiat painting and mirrors. Underneath the artwork was a white tufted couch with tribal inspired throw pillows. A beautiful marble coffee table with a cheetah print rug sat in front of the couch. Two wooden barrel like chairs and other exquisite pieces such as a glass desk made up the room.
“Can I get you all something to drink or eat?” State’s receptionist Essence asked.
“I’m good,” Dylan replied, noticing how gorgeous she was.
“Actually, I’ll have lunch now,” State responded.
“Ok.” Essence said before, closing the door behind her.
“You keep a bad bitch around you, don’t you,” Dylan joked.
“When you’re around beautiful things you work hard to maintain it.”
“I feel you on that playboy,” Dylan laughed, sitting down.
“So what’s the deal? What you need my advice on?” State sat across from her.
“My husband,” Dylan sighed.
“I don’t know nothing about that man,” State chuckled. “He don’t even like me.”
“That’s precisely the problem. Angel feels some type of way because you and I are friends. I keep on telling him that it ain’t even nothing’ like that between me and you no more. I look at you like a brother now.”
“Girl … you know you want this dick,” State joked, cracking up laughing.
“Really?” Dylan bugged up laughing too.
“I’m just playing but nah I understand where that man is coming from. Me and you had a whole relationship for damn near three years and you smashed me behind his back. Hell, I wouldn’t want you to be friends wit’ me either.”
“Right.” Dylan said after a pause.
“I mean that’s your husband. I or nobody else should come before that,” State continued.
“You’re right,” Dylan agreed. “When did you become so damn wise?”
“The moment I lost you.”
“Aww poor baby. You’ll be a’ight.” She tickled his side.
“So what’s been up wit’ your homegirl?” State questioned, as Essence brought in his lunch.
“Who?”
“Billie.” State opened up his sandwich and soup.
“Why are you asking me about Billie? You can’t stand her.” Dylan asked, caught off guard by the question.
“I don’t know,” State shrugged. “She just popped up in my mind for some reason.”
“She’s cool, I guess. I think it’s something going on with her but she just ain’t telling me.”
“What you think it is?” State quizzed, fishing for answers.
“I don’t know, maybe she’s having marital problems. I don’t know. She just seems on edge lately.”
“Mmm.” State nodded his head, chewing his food. “Hopefully she’ll be a’ight.”
“Yeah, hopefully but anyway I’m gettin’ ready to go home and twerk for my husband.”
“Wit’ what, your back? ‘Cause you sholl ain’t got no ass,” State teased.
“Fuck you,” Dylan laughed, throwing a napkin at his head.
Don’t let this shit come between us. I’m wrong, you’re right.
-Chris Brown, “I Can’t Win”
Chapter 8
After another full workout at the gym, Angel returned home that night exhausted. All he wanted was a hot meal and a bed. He didn’t have time for any long drawn out conversations with Dylan about feelings. Angel was simply not in the mood for it. To his surprise when he walked through the door of his home he found the floor covered with red rose petals and candles. All the lights were off and soft music played from the surround sound speakers strategically located around the house.
Wondering what Dylan had up under her sleeve, Angel followed the trail of petals and candles into the dining room. He
“I need some advice, friend,” Dylan groaned, hugging him back.
“Come in and have a seat,” State stepped to the side so she could walk into his office.
State’s office was massive. The feel was a mix between modernism and tribal chic. Skylights shown brightly from the ceiling. On one side of the room hanging from the wall was a Basquiat painting and mirrors. Underneath the artwork was a white tufted couch with tribal inspired throw pillows. A beautiful marble coffee table with a cheetah print rug sat in front of the couch. Two wooden barrel like chairs and other exquisite pieces such as a glass desk made up the room.
“Can I get you all something to drink or eat?” State’s receptionist Essence asked.
“I’m good,” Dylan replied, noticing how gorgeous she was.
“Actually, I’ll have lunch now,” State responded.
“Ok.” Essence said before, closing the door behind her.
“You keep a bad bitch around you, don’t you,” Dylan joked.
“When you’re around beautiful things you work hard to maintain it.”
“I feel you on that playboy,” Dylan laughed, sitting down.
“So what’s the deal? What you need my advice on?” State sat across from her.
“My husband,” Dylan sighed.
“I don’t know nothing about that man,” State chuckled. “He don’t even like me.”
“That’s precisely the problem. Angel feels some type of way because you and I are friends. I keep on telling him that it ain’t even nothing’ like that between me and you no more. I look at you like a brother now.”
“Girl … you know you want this dick,” State joked, cracking up laughing.
“Really?” Dylan bugged up laughing too.
“I’m just playing but nah I understand where that man is coming from. Me and you had a whole relationship for damn near three years and you smashed me behind his back. Hell, I wouldn’t want you to be friends wit’ me either.”
“Right.” Dylan said after a pause.
“I mean that’s your husband. I or nobody else should come before that,” State continued.
“You’re right,” Dylan agreed. “When did you become so damn wise?”
“The moment I lost you.”
“Aww poor baby. You’ll be a’ight.” She tickled his side.
“So what’s been up wit’ your homegirl?” State questioned, as Essence brought in his lunch.
“Who?”
“Billie.” State opened up his sandwich and soup.
“Why are you asking me about Billie? You can’t stand her.” Dylan asked, caught off guard by the question.
“I don’t know,” State shrugged. “She just popped up in my mind for some reason.”
“She’s cool, I guess. I think it’s something going on with her but she just ain’t telling me.”
“What you think it is?” State quizzed, fishing for answers.
“I don’t know, maybe she’s having marital problems. I don’t know. She just seems on edge lately.”
“Mmm.” State nodded his head, chewing his food. “Hopefully she’ll be a’ight.”
“Yeah, hopefully but anyway I’m gettin’ ready to go home and twerk for my husband.”
“Wit’ what, your back? ‘Cause you sholl ain’t got no ass,” State teased.
“Fuck you,” Dylan laughed, throwing a napkin at his head.
Don’t let this shit come between us. I’m wrong, you’re right.
-Chris Brown, “I Can’t Win”
Chapter 8
After another full workout at the gym, Angel returned home that night exhausted. All he wanted was a hot meal and a bed. He didn’t have time for any long drawn out conversations with Dylan about feelings. Angel was simply not in the mood for it. To his surprise when he walked through the door of his home he found the floor covered with red rose petals and candles. All the lights were off and soft music played from the surround sound speakers strategically located around the house.
Wondering what Dylan had up under her sleeve, Angel followed the trail of petals and candles into the dining room. He
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