“I don’t need a vasectomy. I take care of mine.”
“The child support is court-ordered basically because you don’t take care of yours. Don’t walk up in my house again. You no longer live here and you need to ring the damn doorbell.”
“I feel like kicking yo’ boy out on his British ass.”
“Ah no, please don’t. He’s not the type you fuck with.”
“What’s that mean to me?”
“He’s not afraid of your Black ass. Have you seen his body?”
“I don’t give a shit about his little child muscles.”
“Erik, I don’t want Aaron to see his father get his ass beat. My boyfriend will hand you your ass then cuss you out in British slang.”
“I wish that muthafucka would beat my ass.”
“I kind of wish he would too. I would actually love it. But let’s put our son first. Plus, you’re too damn old to fight anyway. I know you. You know your back ain’t what it used to be. Please brutha, don’t embarrass yourself.”
“You have outdone yourself this time.”
“You really sound like a jealous ex.”
“No, I’m not. Pah, jealous of what? Don’t come crying to me when this man-child leaves you without a cent to your name. I bet you got this boy staying up in your house for free. Is he paying you to live here?”
“Oh god, like you care about my finances.”
“Where my kids going to live once this joker rips you off.”
My eyes rolled to the ceiling. “God, grant me the serenity. I’m done with you. The older you get the stupider.”
“Naw, you the stupid one. He is going to take your old ass to the cleaners.”
“He has his own money. Who do you think bought me the Benz truck for my birthday? He’s not trying to get my money. That’s something you would do.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Believe it and get out of my house.”
I wasn’t joking. I wanted Erik to leave. His concern was laughable. His little ego was bruised and I didn’t give a damn. He had some nerve. He caught him cheating twice and I was quite sure he cheated more than those couple of times I’d caught him. I wasn’t in the mood for him or the foolishness that seemed to follow him everywhere he went. He was supposed to drop Aaron off and keep it moving.
“Katrina, is this boy a drug dealer?”
Is your raggedy-ass mammie a drug dealer? “I’m so done with you.”
I couldn’t stand his bald-headed mother. She condones her son’s foolishness. She knew her son was cheating and now she even knew about that baby he had while we were married.
“That’s a ninety thousand dollar truck out there? Do you have a drug dealer in here with my son?”
“You sound like a whole idiot. It’s a GLS580 fully loaded. It’s 100K.” I knew that because Jagger told me. ”Get out my house, Mr. Bilson.” I wasn’t one to put my hands on a man but I had to give this naker a forceful shove toward the back door.
Erik was mildly surprised. Hopefully, he would take his startled looking ass right out the door sometime soon. Then a superhero appeared from around the corner. Jagger walked past both Erik and me and opened the back door. I had no idea what he was doing until he did it. His laidback stride was so cool and calm. I’m sure it shocked the shit out of Erik. Jagger appeared so welcomed and comfortable in my house, maybe even cocky.
Jagger extended his hand in a gallant motion outward— right out the doorframe. Erik looked confused not really scared but maybe my boyfriend’s British balls gave him pause. Jagger didn’t look like he’d whoop his ass. But he looked like that could be a thought somewhere in the back of his musically talented brain.
The wrinkles in Erik’s forehead creased with a bold old prominence. He looked terrible. He wasn’t aging well. All his new women obviously hadn’t been taking care of him the way I did. It was only a few seconds when the light bulb went off and Erik pimped his goofy ass out the open back door.
I was too damn old to feel flattered that Jagger would have probably given my ex-husband a British beat down. I was very pleased.
God, I loved Jagger.
Chapter 25
KATRINA
Most of the critics had nice things to say about the new Toxic Shock album. I voted that the album would be called London State of Mind and that’s what they went with. I wasn’t the only one that voted. I wasn’t sure if my vote counted for anything but it felt good to have that little piece of information before all the millions of fans.
Rolling Stone gave the album rave reviews. I was on cloud nine. It almost felt like I’d help write the songs. I knew that I had inspired at least half the songs on the album. So Sweet, Bad Boy Toy, Jumping Into Something, Touch Me, Dance The Night Away and Brutal Honesty were mine to cherish forever.
I loved that a man was writing songs about me and about the time we sent together. It would have felt good to have a single song written about me that never saw the light of day. It was the thought that counted. But hearing So Sweet on the radio for the first time had me beaming.
The record company was giving Toxic Shock a release party in a few days that undoubtedly coincided with the release of the album. The boys were doing a lot of press to promote the album along with the upcoming world tour. I was happy for Jagger and the band but this meant I was probably not going to see much of him.
I’d never flown first class before and Jagger booked a flight for me. Well, he didn’t actually book anything. His assistant Matt Bianche took care of my flight info and even sent me a very detailed itinerary that had all of Jagger’s available
