Free Thug Matrimony by Wahida Clark Page B

you thinking with your dick. Us fucking is not going to address our issues.”
    “I know, baby, but I don’t even know where to began to make shit right between us. I know I fucked up.”
    “Yes, you did, nigga, but we don’t have time to deal with that now. We have to meet with those artists in approximately forty-five minutes. And I need to freshen up.”
    “Damn, Red, that’s fucked up. You can’t just forgive a nigga?” He grabbed her.
    “Umh. Maybe, I’ll think about it. Matter of fact, hold that thought. We got a lot to work through.” She broke free, grabbed her panties and the rest of her belongings, and headed for her own office.

Chapter 7
    I t was Friday at the offices of Game Over Records and Kaylin just walked into Angel’s office and took a seat on the couch. She was going over a contract for two new Reggaeton artists, Papi Chulo and Suavecito Rico. She also had a phone glued to her left ear and their accountant, Tim Cohen, was standing next to her desk waiting patiently to get some signatures from her.
    Her office was a little bigger than Kaylin’s. She had a walk-in closet and a shower in the bathroom. The color scheme was gold and black and smelled like coconuts.
    Kaylin leaned his head back and rested his eyes. MTV2 was muted on the large plasma flat screen while Wendy Williams, the HOT97 radio diva, gossip queen blazed in the background.
    Dashae, the personal assistant, stuck her head inside the door. “Miss Angel, can I get you anything?”
    Angel shook her head no as she swiveled around, turning her back to everyone, while still talking on the phone.
    “Yeah. You can get her one of those pineapple smoothies that she likes and a Subway grilled chicken on wheat, mustard, lettuce, and tomatoes,” Kaylin interjected.
    “Got chu.” Dashae left.
    Angel swiveled back around and shot an evil glare at Kaylin.
    He laid his head back and closed his eyes again.
    When Angel ended her call, she took the checks from Tim Cohen, looked them over along with the attachments, before signing them. She then gave him a pen and the folder back for Kaylin. Tim went over to him, who double-checked them before adding his signature and passing the folder back to Tim. He left as quietly as he entered, shutting the door behind him.
    “I ate already, Kaylin. Why did you order all of that food?” Angel snapped after she ended another call.
    “What? You ate a muffin and a boiled egg. That is not a meal.”
    “Kaylin, I also had a quart of milk, a glass of carrot juice, and a Caesar salad!”
    “Yo, just feed the baby, aiight? You are eating for two, remember?”
    “No. You heard the doctor say that I didn’t have to eat for two, Kaylin. That’s your rule. Anyways, we have this same conversation almost every day. I’m not going to starve our baby.”
    “You damned right you ain’t.”
    “Whatever, Kaylin, what’s eating you today? You’re getting on my nerves.”
    “Other than me not getting any pussy?”
    “Yeah, other than that,” Angel shot back with a laugh.
    “That cat Lil’E. I want him. This cat is a beast and lethal as fuck with his tongue. He’s been poppin’ up on mix tapes that he’s puttin’ out himself.
    “He’s also been calling into radio stations freestylin’ and shit, battling niggas and tearing them a new asshole. I want him on Game Over. And from what I hear he’s not even signed yet.”
    “Well, what’s stopping us?” Angel needed to know.
    Kaylin chuckled. “I can’t find him, neither can anyone else. No one knows what he looks like. It seems like he’s hiding on purpose just to fuck with people and shit. I guess to make his worth go up.”
    “Well, it’s obviously working. Look at you drooling at the mouth.”
    “Shit, turn up the radio, that’s him now.”
    Angel turned it up as Bobbi barged in, “Boss man, Lil’ E is on the radio.”
    Kaylin gave her the thumbs-up as they listened to Lil’E spit a bar and hang up. Kaylin couldn’t believe the stations were