In which eight Wives And GirlfriendS of eastern conference NBA players open the doors to their drama filled realities. Why not step inside?
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620 Atlantic Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11217 • Nets vs Celtics.
| Wednesday May 26th 2021 • 6:50 PM |
Yadira speed walks into the suite trying to keep up with the twins' quick feet, Himari following close behind. Dinner with Imahr ended sooner than Yadira had predicted giving them enough time to get into their seats thirty minutes before tip-off.
"See, we're thirty whole minutes early." Himari points out earning one of Yadira's rare dirty looks.
"We still had no reason to stop at your house, Hima." Yadira responds, quickly fixing her face to greet the other Nets WAGS sharing their suite. On their way to Barclays Center, Himari showed Kemari a mini Fendi baguette. Kemari then proceeded to throw a fit knowing Himari would do whatever to get her to stop. They ended up stopping by Himari's to pick up the bag wasting all the time Yadira set aside to meet up with the players before tip-off.
"Whatever, Mari looks adorable." Himari retorts making her own rounds.
"If your ass ever decides to have kids, trust me, I'm spoiling them beyond rotten." Yadira responds taking her seat right at the front next to Jamila.
"Then you'll be waiting a long time. You know I don't like kids when I have to spend longer than six hours with them." Not once since the twins were born did Yadira ask Himari to babysit overnight, especially when they began walking and talking. "Anywho, did Imahr seem off to you today?"
"You felt that too huh?" Himari nods, both having sensed Imahr's energy shift before they ate. "I mean I haven't known her long enough to tell, but she wasn't as cheerful as she was when she got there."
"And her just leaving before time didn't help. Something's definitely up with her."
Himari's Confessional: “Imahr and I decided she'd be telling Matisse how she feels soon. The way she left and acted today makes me feel as though she did, and things didn't go well...I swear if that mother fucker hurt Mar in any way, he's seen his last days as the lovable defensive god.”
. . . .
Down court-side sat Cienna ten seats away from Yara, the farthest they've ever been apart during a game. It's been just a day since their argument and neither of the two women would admit how much it killed them. For the away games Yara couldn't bring Deuce to, she'd listen to her Nicki Minaj playlist with Cienna instead. Cienna complained every time but not so secretively enjoyed it. They'd people watch and come up with the most outrageous stories for each person in the crowd.
Tonight was different. Neither Cienna nor Yara dared to show how much they cared. Not once did Yara look over at Cienna who occupied herself with aimlessly scrolling through her home screen.
