Free Heat by Ashley Shavonne Page B

please.” The limo started moving.
    “So how was work?”
    “Really good.” Madison rumbled through her purse. She dumped all the contents out. Her lipstick tube rolled off the seat. As she wen t to grab it, her cell vibrated.
    “Hello?”
    “Ms.Parks, its Jill. I’m calling to deal with your things to be prepared for the award night.” Jill, her agent for seven years. Always dependable.
    “How about I come in tomorrow to get everything all worked out?”
    “S ounds great. See you then.” Madison ended the call, then hit the speed dial number for Tammy. She answered in the third ring.
    “What do you want?” Her heavy accent filled the line.
    “I’m on my way to you and good morning to you sunshine. Get ready.”
    “Okay but I’m bitchy. I’m on that curse.” She complained.
    “Take some Midol. Be there soon.” She hit the end button and put the phone back in her bag with all her other things. She sat back and studied her driver through the mirror. He been working for her for se veral months now and the usual limo small talk was all they had. She bit her bottom lip, studying his profile. The c r eases in his smooth skin around his kissable mouth. Madison shook her head and gave a little laugh. Here am I messing around with someone’s husband and checkin’ out Ty , she thought. She turned her attention out the window, when Tammy’s townhouse complex came into view. Tammy was already standing outside. Madison lean over and open the door. Tammy slid in next to her and they were on their way. “Girl you won’t believe what Sutton did today.”
    “Mattie I don’t understand why you keep messin’ with that man. He’s freakin’ married but what happen?” Tammy asked. Tammy, her best friend, was born Tamela Reya Morrison. She stood at the same height as Madison, a fact that never changed since childhood. Her silky black hair fell in a bob and her brown skin complimented her green eyes. They grew up together, having each other backs and being a shoulder to cry on through each heartache and heartbreak.
    “We were together again last night then he goes home to his wife, who he brings to my job by the way. I’m tired of being the other woman. I’m tired of his promises. Can you believe that?”
    “I can believe it. That’s who he is. I’m tellin’ you he on some other sh it real talk. I see him all the time with his boys. All of them dressed up and ain’t doing nothin’ but standin’ on the corner, sellin’. He’s a drug dealer and you don’t need to be tied up in that kind of mess.”
    “No he’s not.” Madison remarked.
    “ Yes he is.” Madison rolled her eyes at Tammy, and then looked towards the window. Sometimes she couldn’t stand when Tammy would dog talk Sutton. He was good to her and treated her right. She knew she was being naïve about him leaving his wife but he still wanted her so that had to count for something. They got to their destination and climbed out the limo.
    “I’ll touch base in a good hour or two. I’ll call. Thanks.” Madison said to Ty. He nodded and pulled off.
    “Why can’t you mess with someone like him? He looks nice. Sutton a playa. He ain’t worth it. Why would he talk to you and stay with his wife.”
    “It’s an affair not a relationship.”
    “Then open your eyes friend because you catchin’ feelings and it’s about to turn ugly.”
     
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                  Across the street in a different store, stood Victoria Jackson, deciding on what outfit she wanted to wear to dinner.
                  “What were you saying?” her friend, Maxine asked again.
                  “I think Sutton is cheating.” She replied calmly.
                  “You’re not pissed because I would be. That nigga trippin’ big time. How you know?”
                  “He told me he ran into Madison, they talked for a bit then she invited us to visit her on the set. He went clubbing and came home smelling like