Material Girl 3: Secrets & Betrayals Read Free

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,