by Charae Lewis
Dinero laughed hysterically as he watched the girls walk out of his office. Although, he was extremely mean to them, he didn’t trust anyone with his business except for those two. Even though he didn’t address what the girls had said, Dinero desperately wanted to get his baby back. But he’d made a promise that he would allow Asia to be happy. She seemed to be doing great without him, so he decided to stay away and keep it moving.
Chapter Three
Asia bounced up and down on the dance floor as Rihanna’s “Nothing is Promised” blared through the speakers. She had been dancing all night and was in need of a drink. She made her way back to the VIP section where Trystan and his entourage sat. She smirked as she approached him. Trystan was boyishly handsome with the swag to match. He was two years younger than Asia at twenty-four. He was taller than her standing at five-foot-eleven. Trystan had cocoa skin with a curly cut and a beard that was groomed nicely. His arms and hands were covered with tattoos that gave him a rugged look. Asia sauntered over and sat next to him.
“I saw you shaking your ass and shit. I was kinda jealous,” Trystan told her.
“Why were you jealous? I was shaking it for you,” she flirted.
Trystan licked his succulent lips. “Don’t gas me. Plus that dress you're wearing got me hard.”
Asia was sporting a black, long sleeve dress with thigh high boots. Her curves filled out the dress nicely and her breasts sat up as if she’d just had a breast augmentation. Her hair was styled in a sleek ponytail at her nape.
“Oh really?” she asked with a raised brow. “I might have to take care of that tonight.”
Trystan nodded, anticipating his night with Asia. “We gon’ see.”
She began to fan herself with her hand before saying, “I'm going to the bar to get me a drink.”
“Girl, we got all of these bottles right here.”
“I can’t drink this stuff. It messes with my stomach.”
Asia got up and made her way to the bar. It took a while to get the bartender’s attention, but when she did, she decided to order a strawberry daiquiri. She was bobbing her head to the music when someone approached her.
“What's up, Asia?”
She turned around and smiled. “Hey, um…Keith, right?”
“Yeah. I ain't seen your ass in a minute. How you been?” he asked and then licked his lips.
“I've been good.”
“Well, you look good.” He eyed her up and down. “I heard you and my boy divorced and shit,” he said, referring to Dinero.
“Yeah, we did,” Asia replied, not liking the direction the conversation was going.
“That’s fucked up because you‘re a good woman. You should let me get your number, though, so we can catch up.”
Asia twisted her face. “Hell nah. Do you think Dinero would like that you're asking for my number?”
Keith smacked his lips. “Man, Dinero wouldn’t care. He got a new girl anyway. He’s over you now.”
Asia shrugged, but deep down inside, she hated to hear that Dinero was with someone else. No, she didn’t want to get back with him, but at the same time, she hated to hear that he’d moved on.
“Good for him. I know for a fact that Dinero would not like that you're asking for my number. The answer is no, Keith.”
“A’ight.” He nodded. “I can respect that.”
The bartender handed Asia her drink, and she quickly left the bar. She couldn’t believe Keith had had the audacity to ask for her number. Asia knew Dinero would probably kill Keith if he ever found out that he was flirting with her. She wanted to warn Dinero about his friend’s behavior, but she decided not to. Keith would expose himself sooner or later, and she couldn’t wait. Dinero didn’t need any fake friends hanging around him.
****
Trystan had just woken up from his slumber when he heard his doorbell ring. He lazily lifted himself out of bed and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he was greeted by one of his best friends named, Danica. They had met years back when Trystan had picked up some college courses. They clicked right away and became the best of friends.
“What's up, big head?” he greeted her.
“That morning breath. Eww.” She turned up her nose and walked inside.
Danica headed for the living room while Trystan went to the bathroom to take care of his morning routine. Once he was done, he joined her on the couch. Trystan stayed in a high rise loft on the east side of Milwaukee.
“What the fuck are you doing here so early? You woke me up from some good-ass sleep. I didn’t get in until four o’clock this morning.”
“I just left class, so I decided to stop by. How come you didn’t invite me to hang out with you?”
“Because you had class, and I had an appearance at a club. You told me you didn’t like clubs.”
“Yeah, but I’ll go to one for you.” She smiled.
Trystan smiled back at the chocolate beauty. Danica was so beautiful to him with her smooth skin and doll-like features. Her almond-shaped eyes were adorned with long pretty lashes. Danica’s heart-shaped lips put him in a daze each time he looked at them. Her body was something serious with thick hips and an ass that sat up like a horse’s. Her breasts weren’t that big, but they fit perfectly with her body.
“Next time I’ll remember to invite you. Cool?”
Danica shrugged. “So who did you go with?”
“Just my people.”
“I heard you had a woman with you. Who was she?”
Trystan rubbed his hand over his hair because Danica had expressed to him that she would like to be more than friends. He wouldn’t have minded that because he truly had a lot of love for her, but his lifestyle didn’t match hers. Danica was low key and all about securing a career as an engineer. She hated everything about his lifestyle such as clubs and different people.
“Somebody I've been dating for a while.”
Danica rolled her eyes. “How come you didn’t tell me about her? Aren’t we supposed to share everything with each other? What’s her name?”
“I don’t like to tell you shit like that because I know the way you feel about me. I wouldn’t want to throw it in your face. Anyway, why do you need to know her name?”
“Because I wanna know who’s the girl you’ve been investing your time in. I see I’ma have to come around more often. Besides, you act like we haven’t been intimate before.”
On several occasions, Danica and Trystan had had sex. He thought that she could handle being friends with benefits, but when he saw that she had caught feelings, he knew they’d made a mistake.
“Man it was good too.” He grinned.
Danica hit his arm and giggled. “And you ain't getting any more since you want to flaunt another woman around town.”
“You know don’t nobody come before my best friend. Besides my mama, you're my number one girl.”
Trystan pulled her close and kissed her cheek. He truly valued his friendship with Danica. She was always there when he needed her. She always supported him and his craft. But at the same time, Trystan was feeling Asia something awful. He hadn’t expected to fall for her so fast, but he couldn’t help it. Her personality drew him in, and it also didn’t help that she was drop-dead gorgeous. If he ever had to choose between Asia and Danica, Trystan didn’t know what he would do. He loved Danica, but he wanted Asia to be a part of his life too. He just prayed that Danica wouldn’t put him in a position to choose because he would be sick.
****
“Aye, I saw wifey last night,” Keith announced.
Dinero, Big, and Keith were posted up at a local bar throwing back shots of Hennessey.
Dinero braced himself for the news because he already knew Keith was talking about Asia. “Where did you see her?” he asked.
“I saw her at The Eight last night. She was booed up with that rapper too.”
“Which rapper?” Big questioned.
“That boy, Trystan. He had his hands all over Asia and shit. Her ass was enjoying it too because
not once did she push him away. I think they may be together, bro,” Keith gloated.
Dinero sat with clenched jaws at the mention of another man touching Asia. No, they weren’t together anymore, but she would always belong to him. Suddenly, he lost his urge to continue drinking.
“You good, bro?” Keith questioned with a smirk on his face. Somehow, he found Dinero’s agony amusing.
“Yeah. Next subject,” Dinero spat.
“Aye, you know Pops is trying to open up a strip club, right?” Big mentioned.
Dinero started laughing. “Why is his old ass trying to do that? That dude gon’ be swimming in pussy.”
Big chuckled. “That’s what I said, but he said he was gon’ get somebody to run it for him. He wouldn’t be there full time.”
“Shit, I’ll run it for him,” Keith spoke with excitement in his voice.
“Nah.” Dinero shook his head. “You wouldn’t know how to act with pussy at your fingertips. You need to chill.”
“Man, please.” Keith waved his hand. “I’ll run that shit like the Players’ Club.”
“Aye, what the fuck is she doing here?” Big gritted.
Dinero followed his gaze and shook his head. Instantly, his body was riddled with rage as he hopped to his feet. Dinero stormed over to where Cadence was standing.
“Didn’t I tell your dumb ass to leave Milwaukee,” he growled.
Cadence turned around with widened eyes. She was afraid of running into Dinero because their last encounter had turned sour with him putting his hands on her.
“I did leave town, but my grandma had surgery, so I came to check on her,” she explained.
“You think I give a fuck about that shit? You should’ve hit her up on FaceTime if you were so concerned. What did I tell you I was gonna do to you if you didn’t leave town?”
Cadence became flustered because the death stare that Dinero was giving her was enough to make her piss on herself.
“I just wanted to make sure—”
“No! Fuck that,” he snapped, cutting her off. “You better be gone by the morning or I’m taking your entire shady-ass family out. Don’t test me, Cadence. You know I keep my word on shit like this.”
Dinero could see tears gather in her eyes as she grabbed her purse and jetted out the door. He couldn’t care less about her tears. He wanted her out of Milwaukee and he meant that shit. Cadence was a constant reminder of how bad he’d fucked up with Asia, and he didn’t want to see her. Dinero walked back over to the table and took a seat.
“What happened?” Big asked.
“I told that bitch to leave or I'm taking out her family by the morning. I ain't playing with that hoe.”
Keith laughed. “She’s probably shitting bricks by now. You ain't right.”
“Man, he ain't wrong. She’s messy as hell and needs to be dealt with. Fuck her,” Big shot.
“I'm not playing with her. I'm riding by her people’s house in the morning, and if Cadence and her mama ain't gone, I'm murking that bitch.”
Dinero pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was already one o’clock in the morning, and if he had to, he would stay up until sunrise. He was already itching to kill Cadence, and she was pushing him to do it. Sometimes he wished he had killed her at his car wash the day she revealed that she’d called Asia to come to the hotel that night. But he had witnesses and he couldn’t risk being caught. Dinero was already feeling like shit after hearing that Asia was all over another man. Now his night out had been ruined with Cadence showing her face.
****
“Asia, I got you some Patron. I know that’s your drink,” Camara announced.
Asia had gathered at Camara’s house for a girl’s night along with Paris, Aimee, and Camara. Aimee had made a large taco salad and fixed her famous margaritas. Since they’d all been super busy throughout the week, they made it their business to get together and catch up with each other.
“I can’t drink Patron anymore. That shit had my stomach fucked up for days,” Asia complained.
“Well…” Paris grabbed the bottle. “I’ll take this off of your hands.”
Asia laughed and began to stuff her face with food. Sounds of Skye Townsend’s “Pineapple Diet” flowed through the speakers, prompting everyone to groove in their seats.
“So, Asia, tell us about Trystan’s fine rapping ass,” Camara said.
“He’s cool.” Asia smirked.
“Don’t front,” Aimee shot with a raised brow. “She likes him for real.”
“He is cute and his mixtape is hot. I've been bumping it all week,” Paris added.
“No, for real, I do like Trystan a lot. He’s cool and laid back, which is a big difference from the person I used to be married to,” she explained, referring to Dinero.
“I'm sure. So you never think about Dinero anymore?” Camara quizzed.
Asia nodded. “I do sometimes.”
“Do you miss him?” Paris questioned.
Asia smirked. “Why are y’all asking me this shit?”
“Because we wanna know. Now do you?” Aimee urged.
“I miss the good times with Dinero. The bad times outweighed the good, and I quickly get over it.”
Paris pouted. “I miss y’all together. I'm not going to lie.”
“I don’t,” Camara snapped.
“Why not?” Aimee wondered.
“Because he wasn’t shit and he treated my girl wrong. I hope his ignorant ass is suffering too. I know that’s my brother-in-law, but he was wrong,” Camara quipped.
“He was, but everybody deserves a second chance. Look at how Kiyan used to cheat on you time and time again. You left him, and he finally got his act together. I believe when Asia left Dinero, it probably made him realize the error in his ways. Don’t be so hard on him,” Paris preached.
“He still ain't shit,” Camara spat.
Aimee laughed. “Although he is the most ignorant person I've ever encountered, Dinero is cool. And if my sister is happy without him, then so be it.”
Asia smiled and then noticed that Aimee was putting a drink up to her lips. Without thinking about it, she snatched the glass from her hand.
“I know your ass ain't drinking while you’re breastfeeding my nephew,” Asia screeched.
Aimee smacked her lips and then snatched the glass back. “It’s a damn virgin margarita, fool.”
“Oh, my bad.” Asia laughed.
“Damn, I thought the drink was spiked the way you snatched it from Aimee,” Paris joked.
“Right...crazy-ass heffa. I already gotta deal with Big’s overbearing ass and now her,” Aimee huffed.
“I’m sorry, sis. I just didn’t want DJ to be gangsta leaning tonight.” Asia giggled.
Aimee rolled her eyes and then continued to sip her drink. Asia’s phone alerted her that she had a text message. She smiled when she saw that it was from Trystan.
Trystan: I wanna see you before I leave for New York. Meet me at your house.
Asia’s grin could be seen a mile away as she sent him a confirmation text. She quickly had to come up with something, so she could escape her girls. If they knew that she was trying to leave for Trystan, they wouldn’t hesitate to clown her. Asia stood from her chair.
“I forgot I need to let Nero out and feed him. I gotta go home.”
“Aw… Really?” Camara pouted. “He don’t need to eat. He’ll be good.”
Paris laughed. “Cam, you ain't shit. You just gon’ let the dog die of hunger.”
“Right. Don’t do my nephew like that,” Aimee said.
Asia shook her head and then grabbed her coat and purse. “I’ll see y’all ladies later.”
After the girls said their goodbyes, Asia hopped in her car and made her way home. When she pulled up, she saw Trystan waiting inside of his car. She got out and met him halfway.
“What do you want?” she joked.
“You know what I want. Let’s go in the house.”
Asia licked her lips in anticipation a
nd unlocked her front door. She led Trystan to her bedroom where he immediately attacked her with his lips. Her body became hot with desire as she stuck her tongue in his mouth. Trystan picked her up and laid her on the bed. He helped Asia out of her pants and panties and he instantly began to feast on her moist middle. She began to whimper as his tongue latched on to her clitoris. Not only was Trystan a great rapper, but he could also eat pussy like a champion.
“Ooooh,” Asia moaned.
Trystan continued to assault her center with his lethal tongue. He then pushed her legs back as far as they could go and slid two fingers into her dripping opening. Asia looked down at Trystan who was easing his fingers in and out and sucking the life out of her clit at the same time.
“Shit, I'm about to cum!” she screeched.
Before her love could come down, Trystan suddenly stopped. She breathlessly looked up at him and watched as he slid a condom onto his penis.
“Why did you do that? I was about to cum,” she huffed.
“Turn that phat ass around. I’d rather you nut on my dick.”
Asia happily did as she was instructed and tooted her ass in the air. Seconds later, Trystan’s erect dick plunged into her wet tunnel. Asia gripped the sheets with her hands as he thrust deeper into her pussy.
“Throw that shit back, baby,” he coached.
Asia obliged his request and began to fuck him back. She moved her hips in a circular motion, making sure his dick was hitting all four corners of her pussy. Trystan smacked her ass cheeks hard as Asia worked his rod like a pro.
“Damn your pussy is so good,” Trystan groaned.
“You like how I'm working this dick?” she purred.
“Hell yeah.”
Trystan regained control and started to pummel her sex. Soon afterwards, he felt a gush of fluids coat his dick. Asia was convulsing like she was having a seizure. He couldn’t hold it anymore and released himself in the condom. Trystan slowly pulled out of her and stood.
“Damn, Asia, I ain't never had nobody like you before.”
Asia smiled at his words. “That’s because I'm one of a kind and don’t you forget that,” she kidded.
“You sure you don’t wanna be in a relationship?”
