by Charae Lewis
Dinero walked up behind her and hugged her. Asia could feel his erection as he pressed it against her ass.
“It doesn’t look like we gon’ make it to this party,” he whispered in her ear.
Asia smirked at him through the mirror. Lately, Dinero couldn’t keep his hands off of Asia. They were sexing each other all times of the day and Asia couldn’t get enough him. Their sex drive had always been high, but lately, it seemed like they were each other’s addiction.
Asia turned around and gave him a once over. Dinero looked sexy in his printed white and black Givenchy suit jacket. The black dress shirt with the black slacks and Christian Louboutin dress shoes completed his ensemble. His dreads were pulled back in a braided style, and his goatee was lined to perfection.
“You're supposed to wear all black. Why you gotta be different?” Asia questioned.
“’Cause I'm a different nigga. That’s why you fell for the kid,” he said arrogantly.
“Anyways,” she said and rolled her eyes. “Come on and let’s go so we won’t be late.”
Dinero and Asia walked out of their home feeling like the Milwaukee version of Jay-Z and Beyoncé. The couple made small talk on their way to the dinner. When they arrived, Dinero pulled up to the valet where they both got out. They walked in hand in hand where they were led to the reception hall. Asia was in awe of how beautiful the room was decorated. Big silver balloons floated to the ceiling spelling out Fabian’s name. Huge ice sculptures sat in each corner of the room with Fabian’s initials. On the table were detailed place cards along with the names of guest and the dinner menu. Asia was impressed and made a mental note to see who had done the décor.
Fabian walked over to them with a huge smile on his face. “What's up fam?” He greeted Dinero with a brotherly hug.
“Happy birthday, nigga. This shit looks nice,” Dinero complimented.
“Yeah, my wife hooked this shit up. Asia, why you ain't tell me you was married to my boy?” Fabian asked.
Asia giggled. “I thought you knew already.”
“Man, she don’t be tryin’ to claim me. Fake ass,” Dinero joked.
Asia punched his arm. “Shut up. I always claim you.”
Fabian chuckled. “Y’all crazy as hell. Go find y’all name and have a seat. We’re about to eat in a minute.”
Dinero nodded and walked off as he held Asia’s hand. Since the DeMao clan was in attendance, the couple stopped to greet them. The men all looked dapper in their black attire. Paris and Camara were working their long black dresses that were in different styles. Aimee was glowing in her black baby doll dress.
“I see you got those titties out. Dinero, you slippin’,” Aimee teased as she gave Asia a hug.
“Don’t be hating on my girl titties because milk is coming out of yours,” Dinero cracked.
Aimee stuck up her middle finger and sat back in her seat. Sheek walked over to Asia and Dinero with his drink in his hand. He gave Asia a lustful look as his eyes roamed up and down her body. Instantly, Asia felt awkward by Sheek’s presence. She had done nothing whatsoever with him, but she was aware that he was feeling her, and it made her uncomfortable. Asia prayed that he didn’t say the wrong thing and set Dinero off.
“What's up, Asia?” Sheek greeted her.
“Hey Sheek,” Asia replied while giving him a fake smile. “This is my husband, Dinero.”
Dinero and Sheek nodded heads only. Before Sheek could say anything else, Asia walked off with Dinero and sat in their assigned seats. Kellan and Kylie walked over to her and gave Asia a hug.
“You look gorgeous, boo. I might have to hire you as a stylist,” Kylie kidded.
“I know right. You coming through snatched,” Kellan added.
“Thank y’all, but you guys are looking like you're trying to take somebody’s man. Stay away from this one,” Asia laughed as she pointed to Dinero.
Kylie waved her hand. “That’s not about to happen when she’s knocked up, and Fabian is watching me like a hawk.”
“Is this your husband?” Kellan asked.
“Yeah, babe,” Asia tapped him on his shoulder. “This is Fabian’s wife, Kylie and Braylon’s wife, Kellan. And this is my honey, Dinero.”
“Nice to meet y’all,” Dinero said shaking their hands.
“You too. Well, we’re about to go sit since dinner is about to be served.” Kylie said and then walked away with Kellan.
Asia got comfortable in her seat and briefly read over the menu. When she looked up, she noticed that Sheek was seated right across from her.
His ass just had to sit directly across from me, Asia ranted to herself.
For some strange reason, Asia’s nerves were all over the place. Her current situation wasn’t an ideal one with her husband sitting next to her and the man that wanted her sitting across from her. Asia grabbed the glass of champagne and took a few sips. She could feel Sheek’s eyes on her which caused her nervous jitters to increase. Asia wouldn’t dare look his way. Instead, she turned toward Dinero and began to converse with him.
Hours later, everyone was full of food and tipsy. The five-course meal included lamb chops, shrimp, and grits with buttered lobster tails. Asia was beyond full and ready for some sex and a nap.
“You gon’ give me some dick when we get home?” Asia whispered in Dinero’s ear.
“Hell yeah, but I'm not coming straight home. We’re about to go to the strip club after this.”
Asia pouted with her lip poked out. “Why you gotta go to the strip club? You know I’ll strip for you,” she purred feeling the effects of the numerous amounts of drinks she’d consumed.
Dinero’s dick almost jumped out of his pants. Asia was turning him on so much that he was considering ditching the crew for her. “You wanna strip for me, huh?”
“Yep, I wanna show you every inch of this body.”
Dinero nodded and licked his lips. “Aight, I’ll make sure my money is right then.”
Dinero could tell that Asia was tipsy, and he couldn’t wait to get her home so he could have his way with her. Dinero pulled his eyes away from Asia and looked across the table. All night he’d watched Sheek stare at Asia in a lustful manner. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but when Sheek continued to gaze at Asia, he knew he wasn’t trippin’. Dinero was trying his best to keep his composure, but he felt like he was being disrespected.
“What the fuck you keep looking at?” Dinero asked Sheek.
Sheek quickly blinked his eyes, caught off-guard by Dinero’s question. “What?”
“I said what the fuck are you looking at? You been watching my fuckin’ wife all night,” Dinero hissed.
All of the guests got quiet and turned their attention to the scene that was bound to get crazy. Panic began to consume Asia’s body as she looked back and forth between Dinero and Sheek. She didn’t want anything to go down at Fabian’s party, so she attempted to calm Dinero down.
“Babe, chill,” Asia said softly.
“Nah, fuck that. I wanna know why he keeps staring at you and shit.”
“Why the fuck you all in my face? Gay ass nigga,” Sheek shot.
Without warning, Dinero hopped out of his seat and raced to the other side of the table. The DeMao brothers jumped out of their seats as well and stood behind Dinero. Sheek coolly rose up from his seat and stood face-to-face with Dinero. Asia rushed over to Dinero with a rapid heartbeat. She could see that the scene was about to get ugly.
“What the fuck you just say to me?” Dinero gritted.
Sheek snorted. “You heard me. You’re up here asking me about your wife when I already had her.”
Asia’s mouth dropped open from Sheek’s revelation. She couldn’t believe he would stand there and lie on her like that. Suddenly, her mouth had become dry as everyone stared at her. Dinero shot Asia a look that could kill making her feel like a kid in the principal’s office. She tried to find her voice to speak up for herself, but she was caught off-guard by Sheek’s fib.
“Fuck boy, you know damn well you ain't never been with my sister. Stop with the lies!” Aimee yelled, defending Asia.
“Aye, Fabian you better get your boy before he gets his ass dropped,” Keece threatened.
Fabian walked over to the standoff. “Aye, y’all chill out. Sheek, you trippin’ for real.”
“Asia, what the fuck is this nigga talkin’ about?” Dinero asked in a calm tone.
“He’s fuckin’ lying! You’ve never had me, bitch, and never will!” Asia yelled.
Sheek smirked at her. “Come on, Asia; don’t lie because you're in front of your man. You're all over my Instagram page, and I know all about your lil’ tattoo.”
Dinero swung his fist and connected it with Sheek’s jaw. Sheek dropped to the ground as Dinero commenced to kick him. Dinero was stomping Sheek like he was trying to kill a million roaches. Keece and Kiyan reluctantly pulled Dinero off of Sheek and dragged him outside of the room. Asia was mortified as she looked down as Sheek who had a busted lip and swollen eye.
“Girl, come on,” Paris said and pulled Asia out of the room as Aimee and Camara followed after her.
Once Asia got outside, she could hear Dinero yelling hysterically as Big tried to calm him down. He took one look at Asia and rushed over to her.
“You fucked that nigga?” he barked in her face.
“No, I didn’t! I hope you didn’t believe that bullshit he was saying!”
“So he saw your tattoo?”
Asia had a huge tattoo on the right side of her hip of a memorial of her mother.
“I don’t know how he saw my tattoo, Dinero,” Asia yelled at the top of her lungs.
“Fuck that! What the fuck is he talking about with this Instagram picture shit? Where is your phone?” he demanded and snatched Asia’s clutch out of her hand.
Dinero ransacked her purse until he found her phone. He threw Asia’s purse on the ground and shoved the phone in her hand.
“Put the code in,” he demanded.
“For what?” she asked.
“Put the fuckin’ code in before I whoop your ass,” he gritted.
Asia slowly unlocked her phone and then handed it back to Dinero. He walked off with his head buried into the phone in search of Sheek’s Instagram. Keece and Kiyan walked over to Asia, who had tears in her eyes. She was hurt that Dinero actually believed the lies that Sheek was spreading. He was supposed to trust her word and the fact that he wasn’t only angered Asia.
“You ain't fuck with ol’ boy did you?” Keece asked.
“No, I swear I didn’t,” Asia insisted.
“Well did he ever flirt with you?” Kiyan asked.
“Yeah, he would flirt sometimes, but I never took him seriously. I can’t fucking believe Dinero is believing this shit,” Asia snapped.
“I can’t believe he would just lie on you like that in front of everybody,” Camara said in disbelief.
“She didn’t do shit with him! I was there the entire time! Dinero you need to stop believing everything you hear!” Aimee yelled at Dinero.
“I ain't tryin’ to hear shit you talking about! You could be lying for her!” Dinero yelled back.
“Ain't nobody lying to your crazy ass!” Aimee retorted.
“Calm your ass down,” Big checked Aimee.
Dinero stormed back over to Asia with a wicked look plastered on his face. “If you ain't fuck that nigga then why do he have his hand on your thigh?” he fumed with the phone in her face.
Asia took the phone from his hand and wanted to drop dead at that very second. Somehow, Sheek had a picture on his Instagram of him and Asia at Fabian’s event in L.A. The picture was when Sheek had touched her thigh making it look like Asia was up to no good.
“Dinero… I… I swear I moved his hand right away,” Asia began to explain.
“I'm about to beat your ass,” Dinero yelled and lunged at her.
Keece grabbed Dinero from behind as Asia ran and hid behind Big. The look in Dinero’s eyes scared her, so she ran for cover.
“Bro, chill out,” Big urged.
“You lucky he’s holding me back because I was about to slap your hoe ass!” Dinero hollered.
“So now I'm a hoe?” Asia asked appalled that he would disrespect her.
“Yeah, you a hoe. You letting mothafucka’s feel all on you. I bet he was the nigga that was flirting with you too,” Dinero spat thinking back to the text message he received from Asia in L.A.
“Dinero, you’re trippin’. I don’t know why you're taking his word over your own wife,” Aimee snapped.
Dinero ignored Aimee. “Was he flirting with you or not Asia?”
Asia took a deep breath. She didn’t want to lie to Dinero but then if she told the truth then it would make her look even guiltier. “Yeah, he was.”
Dinero shook his head. “Aight, you got that. I'm done with your thot ass,” he declared and then walked to his car.
Asia watched Dinero speed out of the parking lot feeling like she was would vomit at any moment. Her night had gone from sugar to shit within a matter of minutes. Asia wanted so desperately to cry, but she was too angry to allow her tears to flow.
Asia stormed back inside in search of Sheek. She had some words for him and she couldn’t wait to get them off her chest. She walked into the reception hall and found Sheek seated with an ice pack on his eye. Every guest watched her intently anticipating what Asia was about to do. On her way over to Sheek, Asia grabbed a glass of champagne. She walked over to him and threw the drink in his face.
“What the fuck?” he yelled trying to wipe his face.
“That’s for lying on me you, bitch. What kind of man are you? You’re too fucking grown to be jacking on your lil’ dick. You're lucky my husband didn’t end your ass,” Asia seethed.
Fabian and Braylon walked over to Asia and stood between her and Sheek. They didn’t want another altercation to take place again.
“You good, Asia?” Braylon asked.
“No, I'm not good. He has my husband believing that we had sex!” Asia yelled and then began to walk away but stopped. “Listen Fabian and Braylon, I really appreciate the opportunity, but I cannot work with y’all especially with that fuck boy. Thank you, but no thanks.”
Asia walked out of the room feeling defeated. She didn’t deserve what Sheek had done to her, and she hated him for that. Asia also didn’t deserve to be disrespected by Dinero. She thought that he would at least give her the benefit of the doubt, but he didn’t, and it saddened her.
Asia walked over to Aimee, who held a sympathetic look on her face. “Can you give me a ride home?” she asked.
Aimee grabbed her hand. “Of course. Do you want me to stay with you for a while?”
Asia shook her head. “No, I need to be alone right now.”
One week later…
Asia lay in her bed while looking aimlessly at the ceiling. It had been one week since she’d last seen Dinero and she was physically sick. She had been calling him for the last week and was greeted each time by his voicemail. A part of Asia was depressed, but then there was a huge piece of her that was angry. She couldn’t believe Dinero’s behavior toward her. He had done the unthinkable and not come home for not one day, but an entire week? Asia had grown tired of calling his brothers to see if they’d heard from him for them to only say that they hadn't. She’d even called Rochelle but was informed that she couldn’t get a hold of Dinero either.
Asia’s stomach growled alerting her that she hadn't had a meal yet. Although she was hungry, her appetite seemed to vanish. Asia had even called in two days in a row because she was so concerned about Dinero’s whereabouts. She thought that giving him a night to cool off might help their dilemma, but when he didn’t come home at all, it had enraged her. All she wanted to do was plead her case with Dinero and let him know that she would never cheat on him. Asia couldn’t understand what would make him believe Sheek when she had never given him a reason to think that she was unfaithful.
Asia did go throug
h Sheek’s Instagram and noticed that he posted many pictures of her from the event in L.A. It almost seemed like a setup because the pictures were posted on the day of Fabian’s party. Sheek had blindsided Asia, and she didn’t even see it coming.
Asia heard her phone vibrate on the nightstand and hurried to grab it in hopes of it being Dinero. She was disappointed when she saw Aimee’s name flash across the screen.
“Hello?”
“How are you feeling? Did you eat today?” Aimee quizzed.
Asia cleared her throat. “No, I still feel like shit. Aimee, I can’t believe this is the man that I call my husband,” she said somberly.
“I feel so bad for you. You don’t deserve the shit that Dinero is putting you through. Sis, I know you love him, but you don’t have to accept his fucked up behavior.”
“It’s easier said than done,” Asia said trying to hold back her tears. “I think I'm going to go up to the car wash again to see if he’s there.”
“Has that bitch Sheek tried calling you? I can’t believe he set you up like that. I knew he needed to be watched. I swear I had a bad vibe about him. He probably saw your tattoo when we went to the pool area at the hotel. That punk owes you an apology,” Aimee snapped.
“To be honest, I don’t wanna hear shit from him. Fabian and Kylie did call, but I didn’t answer. I don’t wanna talk to anybody but Dinero.”
“Well, I know you said that you didn’t want company, but I can come over with you. I know how it is to feel heartbreak, Asia. You don’t have to be by yourself,” Aimee offered.
“I appreciate that, but I’m cool. I’ll call you after I come from the car wash.”
“Okay bye.”
Asia hung up the phone and forced herself out of bed. As soon as her feet hit the floor, Nero ran up to her. Asia picked him up and allowed him to lick on her jaw.
“You're too damn close to my mouth, Nero,” she scolded.
She put him down and went to take a shower. After cleaning herself, she threw on some clothes and prepared to leave. During the drive to Dinero’s car wash, Asia rehearsed what she would say if he was there. She planned to give him the most disrespectful tongue lashing of his life. Asia arrived within fifteen minutes and got out of the car. She was slightly disappointed that she didn’t see Dinero’s car in the lot. Asia walked in where she found Meesha and Terri taking selfies.
