by Charae Lewis
Asia wanted to slap the shit out of Dinero for yanking on her arm, but she knew that he had a switch, and she wasn’t in the mood to fight with him. He’d already drained her energy from his morning rant, so she let it go.
“Now, like I was saying, I was fucked up when you told me about last night. But I thought about it, and I think we should give this marriage shit a shot. You know, like try it for a certain amount of time and if it doesn’t work, then we can get a divorce.”
“Do I look like Amazon Prime to you? This ain't no fucking trial period,” Asia hissed.
“Damn, your chopstick using ass is pissing me the fuck off. I'm trying to meet you halfway, and it’s not good enough for your ungrateful ass! Get the fuck out of my face!” Dinero shouted and got up from the couch.
Asia watched him walk out on the balcony and take a seat. Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over her body as she replayed his last remarks in her head. This morning he hadn’t wanted to be married and now he was suggesting that they give it a try. Asia was so stuck on her own anger that she didn’t realize Dinero was at least trying to compromise with her, which was saying a lot for him. Asia got up from the couch and walked out on the balcony. Dinero shot her a disgusted look and then took a pull from his blunt.
Asia walked over and sat next to him. She pulled his dreads away from his face as she got a good look of his smooth brown skin.
“Dinero, I'm sorry,” she said softly.
Dinero continued to ignore her as he texted on his phone. Asia shook her head because he could be so stubborn at times.
“Did you hear me?” she asked.
“Yeah, I heard your cry baby ass. You're irritating as fuck! You see that I'm trying to make it work with you, and you still have an attitude. I don’t like that shit,” he fussed.
Asia took a deep breath and tried to form the right words to say. She didn’t want to make the situation worse. “I said I was sorry, but you hurt my feelings this morning. I didn’t like how you made it seem like I made you marry me. You asked me a total of three times, so I assumed you were serious. I didn’t think you would turn all of this on me.”
Dinero looked at her then looked away. “Aight, Asia. I get it. My bad.”
Asia kissed his cheek as she intertwined her arm around his. Dinero wasn’t the ideal man to fall for because of his rude and harsh demeanor, but Asia couldn’t help it. He had swept her off of her feet without even trying to. In the past, whenever Asia and Dinero tried to stay away from each other, they always seemed to find their way back.
“So you really want to stay married?” she questioned him.
Dinero gave her a head nod without a reply. Something deep within Asia was telling her that they may have made a mistake last night, but she ignored the feeling. She and Dinero didn’t get married under normal circumstances, but she had faith that they would make it work.
“Can I have a kiss?”
Dinero leaned over and planted a quick peck on her lips. Asia was dissatisfied with the kiss he’d given her, so she grabbed his head and kissed his lips hungrily. She gently bit his bottom lip as she stroked her tongue against his. She could tell that Dinero was becoming horny because he roughly pinched her nipples through her t-shirt.
“Come give me some head,” he requested and pulled out his dick.
Asia chuckled as she stood up and positioned herself between his legs. She wrapped her small fingers around his dick and began to stroke it up and down. Asia looked up at Dinero, who was giving her this sexy stare that made her pussy leak. Without warning, Asia wrapped her juicy lips around the head of his penis and began to swirl her tongue around. She made sure her mouth was extra wet as she went down further, making sure his dick was touching the back of her throat.
“Damn, Asia, just like that,” Dinero coached in a husky voice.
Asia continued to violate his dick with her tongue while massaging his balls. Dinero grabbed a handful of her hair as he guided her down further onto his shaft. Asia made sure to spit on his rod as she made eye contact with him. She was trying to put him under a spell with her sloppy head. Asia’s hands and chin were wet with her saliva as she commenced to sucking the skin off of Dinero’s dick. Minutes later, she could feel his manhood pulsate which alerted her that his nut was coming fast. Soon after, she could taste his salty juices on her tongue. Asia wasn’t a swallower, so she held it in her mouth until she knew that Dinero was down from his orgasmic high.
“Girl, you better swallow that shit,” Dinero told her.
Asia shook her head as she held his nut inside of her mouth.
Dinero gripped her face. “Man, swallow it. We’re married now.”
Asia rolled her eyes and reluctantly swallowed his babies. She wanted to throw up in her mouth with the thought of Dinero’s DNA going down her throat.
“How did it taste?” Dinero taunted her.
Asia stuck her middle finger up and stood to her feet. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom so they could advance to round two of their lovemaking.
Chapter Three
Dinero and Asia’s flight landed back in Milwaukee. After another day in Vegas, the couple finally made it back home. They hadn't really talked about their new marriage since their talk on the balcony. The only thing they did was eat, sleep and have hot steamy sex. The couple’s current issue was now where they would live. Dinero suggested that she move in with him in his condo, but Asia declined. She wanted them to find a place together so they could make a home together.
“So why you don’t wanna move in with me?” Dinero asked as he looked back and forth between her and the road.
Asia sat in the passenger seat and discreetly rolled her eyes. “Because that’s your house and I want it to feel like it’s my home too. We should just start fresh in a new place.”
“You're being difficult. I’ll make a lil’ room for you in the closet,” he joked.
“Do you see what I mean? You're trying to give a damn cupboard.”
“Girl, I'm just playing with you. I’ll see if Kiyan got some new condos available.”
“Thank you,” Asia said and then noticed that he wasn’t driving toward her house. “Where are you going?”
“My mama wanted us to stop by her house to see us.”
“Oh. When did you talk to your mama?”
“Before we left Vegas,” Dinero replied as he pulled up in front of Rochelle’s house. He noticed that his brothers’ cars were parked as well.
“So since you're my husband now, are you going to come and open my door for me?” Asia purred.
“Hell nah. Ain't shit changed,” Dinero said as he got out of the car.
“You're such a jerk!”
Asia and Dinero walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Minutes later, Rochelle answered the door wearing her award winning smile.
“Hi, congratulations! Give me a hug!” she yelled with glee.
Asia smiled as Rochelle gave her a warm hug. She loved Rochelle’s personality and always looked forward to being around her.
“I'm so happy I have a new daughter-in-law. I'm glad y’all decided to stay married,” Rochelle exclaimed.
“Yeah, you know she was beggin’ me to stay, Ma,” Dinero kidded.
Asia hit him in his arm. “Don’t play with me. You know it was the other way around.”
“Girl, you know I don’t believe that. Y’all come on in. I did a crawfish boil so we can celebrate your wedding.”
They all walked in and went to the kitchen where the entire crew was present. Keece and Paris were there along with Kiyan and Camara. Asia was happy to see her sister, Aimee, with Big as well as Case and his girlfriend, Mariah. All of the kids ran around chasing after one another and Rochelle’s husband, Carlos, was seated at the island.
“Congrats, boo! When Aimee called and told me you married Dinero, I just knew she was playing,” Paris told her as she laughed.
Asia giggled. “I know. I'm sure everybody was shocked.”
“I was li
ke, ‘oh,lawd, she done locked down Dinero.’ I couldn’t believe it,” Camara joked.
“Camara, you know she couldn’t resist a nigga,” Dinero bragged as he looked at Asia.
Asia gave him a knowing look. “Please don’t start frontin’ because you're in front of your family.”
“Right, don’t be frontin’ my sister off,” Aimee added.
Keece walked over to Asia and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Welcome to the family, sis. If you have any problems with this dude, just call me. I’ll knock his ass out for you.”
Dinero smacked his lips. “You ain't gon’ do shit and stop touching my girl,” he spat causing everyone to laugh.
“Okay y’all, we can eat now since they're here,” Rochelle announced.
Everyone retreated to the dining room and took a seat at the table. The table was covered in plastic sheets. Carlos walked in with a huge bin and emptied the crawfish on the table. Rochelle came and added some corn on the cob and potatoes. Dinero couldn’t wait to dig in since he hadn't had crawfish in months.
“Dinero, where’s that ring at?” Big asked.
“I don’t have one.”
“When are you going to get one?” Rochelle asked.
“Yeah, when are you?” Asia questioned with a raised brow.
Dinero smacked his lips not liking where the conversation was going. “I don’t know. Soon.”
“Dinero you better get you a ring before you get jumped up in here,” Aimee kidded.
“You ain't jumping nobody when you pregnant with my baby,” Big said, checking her.
“Talk that shit, Big,” Kiyan instigated.
Aimee laughed. “Kiyan, you're always starting some mess.”
“So, I know you don’t remember what happened, Dinero, but I wanna know how y’all ended up at the chapel?” Paris asked.
“Honestly, it’s not much of a story. We both were drunk, and Dinero asked me like three times to go get married and so we did,” Asia said.
“Three times my nigga,” Case commented while laughing.
Dinero chuckled because he knew his brothers were about to clown him. “I don’t believe I asked three times.”
“Man, you know you did,” Keece spat while breaking the tail of his crawfish.
“Aww,” Camara gushed. “That’s so sweet.”
“Man, gone with that sweet shit,” Dinero scoffed.
“Asia, I’ll pray for you because you got a piece of work on your hands,” Aimee remarked.
“She sure does. My baby is a hot mess,” Rochelle agreed.
Asia just laughed hoping that Dinero wouldn’t be too bad. She was happy that his family had welcomed her with open arms. Since her parents were deceased, Asia found solace knowing that she had an extended family that she could count on.
****
Dinero sat inside of his car as he looked at the time. He was waiting for his best friend, Keith, to be released from jail. Keith had gotten locked up on a possession charge two years ago, and Dinero couldn’t wait for his partner in crime to be set free. They’d been friends since high school, and Dinero trusted him with his life.
Keith finally emerged from behind the gate. He stood looking around trying to spot Dinero. Dinero blew his horn and watched as Keith turned his attention toward his car. Keith stood at five foot eleven with a stocky build. His skin was the color of honey with almond shaped eyes and full lips. He usually wore his hair in a low curly cut and a goatee. Keith got to the car and opened the door where he excitedly jumped in.
“What's up, fam?!” Keith yelled as he gave Dinero a brotherly hug.
“Damn man, two years seemed like twenty. I'm happy your ass home, though,” Dinero told him, happy that his potna was back.
“Shit, me too! I ain't never going back. Fuck that.”
“I feel you on that shit.”
Dinero pulled off and handed Keith a Cigarillo and sac of kush. Keith immediately broke down the blunt and began to roll up.
“So what's up with everybody? I heard the crew family men now and shit,” Keith said chuckling.
“Hell yeah, those niggas locked down like a mothafucka,” Dinero paused because he still hadn't told Keith that he’d gotten married. In actuality, he knew nothing about Asia. Dinero chuckled as he anticipated Keith’s reaction. He knew he would clown him as soon as he revealed everything to him.
Keith gave Dinero a weird look. “What the fuck you over there giggling for?”
“Bro I got some crazy shit to tell you.”
“What?”
“I uh… I got married last weekend.”
“What?!” Keith yelled. “Dinero please tell me you're fucking with me. I know you didn’t just say that.”
Dinero laughed. “I'm for real. I got married on some drunk shit in Vegas.”
Keith looked at him in disbelief and then began to shake his head. “Man you on some Bobby Brown shit. We both said we ain't never getting married. What the fuck you on?”
“Man, I didn’t mean to get married. I was high and drunk. We was gon’ get it annulled, but she said after it was done that she wasn’t fuckin’ with me no more. I didn’t want that to happen.”
“So you really don’t want to be married? Is that what you're saying?”
“Hell nah, I don’t want to be married, but I didn’t want her to leave me, though. So shit, I had to make a sacrifice,” Dinero said with a shrug.
Keith shook his head and fired up the blunt. He inhaled the contents and then passed it to Dinero.
“I'm shocked but shit, what can I say? She must be something special if she got your ass to marry her. Is she ugly?”
“Hell nah my bitch ain't ugly. She’s fine as fuck and when you see her you better not be lookin’ at her too long,” Dinero warned.
Keith threw his hands in surrender. “Aight homie, damn. She’s still probably ugly as fuck, though.”
“Nah, she do look like your skinny ass sister with the fucked up feet,” Dinero cracked.
“Fuck you! My sister ain't that damn skinny,” Keith argued.
“Man, you can see all of her organs working and shit. I swear I saw her heart beat the last time I saw her.”
Keith waved him off while Dinero laughed and made his way to the bar to meet up with his brothers.
Chapter Four
Asia sat with her back on the headboard as she watched Dinero get dressed. She was spending the night at his house. Kiyan had found them a four bedroom house that would be available within the next two weeks. Asia was low-key excited to be finally moving in with Dinero. She had grown tired of packing an overnight bag and traveling to his home.
Dinero was going out to the club to celebrate his best friend’s release from jail. He’d invited her out, but Asia had to work early the next morning, so she opted out. Asia was an LPN at a nursing home. Although that was her day job, she had a passion for photography. She was always booking side jobs for local Milwaukee artists. Sometimes she even took pictures at night clubs when requested.
Asia’s pit bull, Nero, climbed into the bed and rested on her lap. Dinero had bought the dog for her when he was just a little puppy.
“Nero, your daddy tryin’ to go kick it and leave me at the house,” Asia cooed as she pet him.
“Didn’t I invite your ass?” Dinero asked as he put on his shirt.
“Whatever,” Asia said as she rolled her eyes and began to text Aimee.
“You gon’ stay up for me?”
“Hell nah. I'm going to sleep as soon as you leave.”
“Can I wake you up?” Dinero asked with a smirk on his face.
Asia smiled because she knew the reason why he wanted to wake her up. “I don’t know. It depends on how tired I am.”
“Man, I'm waking you up, and that pussy better be wet for me too.”
Asia got out of bed and walked over to Dinero, who was standing next to the dresser. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips.
“You better not be at the club
acting like you're single,” she warned.
Dinero smacked his lips. “So I can’t have a side bitch?”
Asia pushed him and tried to climb back in the bed, but Dinero stopped her.
“I'm just fuckin’ with you, damn,” Dinero laughed in her ear.
“It’s cool because the joke will be on you when I get my side piece.”
Dinero wrapped his hands around her neck and lightly tightened his grip. “And I’ll murk your ass. Now try it.”
Asia wiggled her way out of his grasp not bothered by his threats. She climbed back into bed and got comfortable. After Dinero sprayed himself with cologne, he checked himself in the mirror. He donned a khaki bomber jacket, white tee shirt with some Balmain jeans. Dinero rocked his fresh OVO Jordans and rose-gold Rolex.
Asia couldn’t help but bite her lip as he threw on a snap back over his dreads. She almost second guessed her decision to stay home. Dinero walked over to her and gave her a kiss where he instantly got a hard on. She was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever been with. He teased her a lot about her ethnicity, but her Filipino and African American features were a match made in heaven. Asia’s blemish free brown skin was smooth and bronzed, and her full lips made Dinero weak in the knees every time he kissed her. Asia had a toned body which was a result of playing sports most of her life; she was thick and solid.
“When I wake you up don’t be acting like you too tired for this dick.”
“Yeah okay,” she replied sarcastically.
Dinero grabbed his keys and walked out of the room. Asia fluffed her pillow and allowed Nero to snuggle at her feet like he did every night.
****
The crowd at The Eight night club was packed. Yo Gotti was blaring through the speakers as scantily dressed women danced and took pictures. Dope boys were ordering multiple bottles in an attempt to show off, while the DJ gave shout-outs to random people. Dinero bobbed his head and sipped on his drink while he sat in VIP with Keith and brothers.
All night Dinero had been tempted by women who had most of their business hanging out of their outfits. He was really trying not to cheat on Asia, but it was proving to be easier said than done. Some of his old hoes had even approached him and offered a night full of sexual positions, but Dinero reluctantly declined.
