Material Girl 3: Secrets & Betrayals Read Free Page A

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