Married to a Balla Read Free

admiration for their marriage, and didn’t condone Sandino’s bad-boy ways. Skye could only hope some of Cruze’s good ways rubbed off on her husband.
    “Damn, that nigga must stay in the gym,” Asia said. “Maybe I’ll ask if he needs some company one day.”
    “Let’s go inside,” Skye quickly suggested. She didn’t even wait for Asia’s response before she headed inside their 6,800 square foot home.
    After socializing all evening, Skye desperately needed to sit down and rest her feet. Damn these Giuseppe sandals are killing me. For $700 dollars they should have a damn foot massager built inside, Skye thought.
    As soon as she plopped down at the huge maple leaf granite bar in the kitchen, Asia walked in behind her wearing a tight fitting black Theory jumpsuit showing off her flat stomach and bodacious set of hips. Asia was your classic pretty girl with flawless brown skin, hazel eyes and was always dressed to kill…just like Skye. In fact the two had even met inside the Coral Gables Neiman Marcus store a few years ago. Asia who had just moved to Miami from Texas asked Skye her advice about a Louis Vuitton purse that she was about to buy. Normally, Skye didn’t hold conversations with unknown women, especially stuck-up Neiman Marcus ones, but it was something about Asia that instantly made Skye put her guards down.
    After exchanging numbers, the two hit it off instantly and went on massive shopping sprees during Sandino’s away games, and Skye even managed to sneak out a few times to go with Asia to the hottest clubs. What Skye didn’t know at first was that Asia was a party girl who loved to be on every set. Even though Skye felt like Asia acted like all the rest of Miami’s groupie chicks at times, she was still good people.
    “Skye, you really know how to throw a party, although Sandino’s ungrateful-ass doesn’t deserve it, or you for that matter,” Asia stated.
    “Asia, please, I asked you not to start tonight. My fucking feet hurt and I’m not in the mood. Plus you know I had to beg him to let you come tonight,” Skye responded. Sandino hated Asia’s whorish ways as well.
    Asia rolled her eyes. She hated the way Skye let him control her. She didn’t care how much money he had. In her heart, Skye could do much better. “Fuck Sandino. He may own you, but he don’t own me. When do you plan to leave? I see that mark under your eye that you’re trying to hide.”
    Skye bit her bottom lip. She thought the concealer she’d put on had covered her newest war wound.
    “Is this where the real party is?” a male voice suddenly interrupted.
    Skye and Asia both smiled at the handsome, light-skinned brotha standing in the kitchen doorway wearing what looked like a white Versace suit.
    “Party over hurrr!” Asia yelled raising her hands in the air with her drink. “Damn, he’s a looker,” she whispered. “Who is he?” Every now and then her country Texas slang would come out.
    “That’s Keon, Sandino’s new trainer. He trains all the top ball players in the league. He’s defiantly paid. I saw him pull up in the new Porsche Panamera.”
    “Damn, hook me up Skye,” Asia replied.
    When Keon walked in the kitchen and joined the ladies, Asia licked her full lips. Yeah, I knew that was Versace, she thought getting a closer look at his suit.
    “Keon, this is my good friend Asia, and Asia this is Keon,” Skye greeted.
    “Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve seen you around and always wanted to holla, but you always have a man in your face,” Keon said to Asia with a wink.
    Asia forcefully grabbed his hand looking for a wedding band. When she didn’t see one, she pulled him closer to her. “Well, I damn sure have never seen you before. Nice to meet you, too, boo,” she said grinning.
    Skye shook her head then smiled. Asia was certainly over the top, with a huge personality, but she loved her no less.
    The three sat talking as Asia and Keon flirted back and forth with each other.