A Trap King's Wife 1 (5 page)

              I sat outside the grocery store and waited for Tiara to come out. It was about to pour and I didn’t want her walking home in the rain. After my morning with Kaysha I just needed someone to chill with and have a normal conversation with. It was something about Tiara that had me wanting to know more about her. When I saw her last night at the club I was shocked that she had her daughters only a month ago, and she was back working. Her baby father wasn’t shit for leaving her with all that responsibility on her. No matter how much I hated Kaysha, I would never leave her without shit for her or my son to eat or live. The crazy thing about Tiara was she never talked down about her baby daddy. I could definitely see myself putting a ring on her finger and making her mine. She was definitely wifey material.

              I saw her quickly stroll out the store and she looked at me and smiled. She rolled over to me, while ending the call she was on.

              “Are you stalking me, sir?”

              “I might be. Let me take you home,” I insisted and she didn’t put up a fight. She just started unstrapping each baby, and I helped her.

              “How many times are you going to be saving grace? Now I have to feed your ass,” She giggled.

              “You definitely feeding a nigga.” I opened her door and she got into it.

              I got behind the wheel and we rode down the blocks, as she yelled out instructions. We finally put up to a walk up on Gates Avenue. She got out and started pulling the babies car seats out and placing them on the side walk and grabbed her bags.

              “Alright, I need one more favor. Can you watch Pride, while I bring Joy upstairs first?” I looked at her like she lost her mind, then she elaborated. “I live on the third floor, so I usually bring one up and then get the other.”

              “Nah, I’ll bring them both up.” I grabbed both car seats, groceries and locked my truck. I walked up the three flights, while Tiara told me I didn’t have to. We made it to her door and she unlocked it and let us in.

              Her apartment was real nice. It was set in soft earth tones, and she had a lot of little statues centered in the house. The second room down the hallway was the girl’s room so I carried them there. She unbuckled each one and put them in their cribs and walked back out to the kitchen.

              “Since you helped me out, I’ll feed you. But take you boots off before walking into my living room. That carpet is my prized possession.              

              “I got you,” I assured and took my boots off and made my way into the living room. She had a lot of African art and elephant statues. She had a big plasma TV on the wall.

              “Damn, I forgot all about the damn super bowl. That was why it was packed and my mama was making wings, “She said coming into the living room with two beers with limes.

              “You right ma’. That shit slipped my mind too. I’m about to put it on, cool?”

              “Yeah, but I’m just letting you know I root for whoever is winning,” She warned.

              “Ah, no, you a sellout.” I threw a pillow at her.

              “Call it what you like,” She laughed and went into the kitchen.

              Two hours later and I smelled chicken wings, macaroni and cheese, ribs, greens, double baked potatoes with cheese and sour cream and margaritas. She had a nigga stuffed from the appetizers she had made to keep me full for the game. We talked about game and joked around. I was all into the game, when she gave me a plate stacked to the ceiling. Shorty didn’t know, but the way to a fat boy’s heart was food and she had a nigga in love with all this food. My phone rang and I answered.

              “What?” I answered irritated.

              “Its super bowl, I’m cooking. What time you coming over?” Kaysha had the nerve to ask.

              “I’m not. I’m going to my crib, I aint been there in a couple days,” I declared.

              “Damn, Jae, we spend every super bowl together,” she cried.

              “Kaysha, you think I’m sup—“

              “You want some more beer?” Tiara came into the living room and stopped when she saw I was on the phone. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

              “Yeah, and bring one of those fruity drinks you were making,” I called behind her.

              “You tried it, but alright,” She yelled back.

              Kaysha was yelling something, but I had the phone from my ear. “Jaeshawn, you with the next bitch and think that’s cool? Whatever, I’m over here slaving over a stove and you fucking around with another bitch?” She screamed.

              “Here’s your fruity drink,” She said, and handed me my drink.

              “Thank you, ma’,” I thanked her and she sat and started to eat her food.

“Whatever,” I heard her huff and she hung up the phone.

I sat back with the plate and we continued to root for the opposite teams, while clowning. It felt good to be chilling with Tiara, and she knew how to cook and liked football. Our dinner was interrupted when the twins started crying. She juggled with both of them, while trying to prepare their bottle. I gently took both of them. They were so small that I was able to hold them with no problem, while she went around the kitchen fixing their bottle.

“Look at them being all quiet now that you’re holding them. I can’t believe this,” She shook her head and finished their bottle.

We went back in the living room and she tested each bottle and placed a bottle into one’s mouth, and reached for the other. “I got it,” I said and fed the other baby the bottle.

“You look like a natural,” She observed.

“I love kids, and my son was greedy as hell, shit he still greedy.”

“Aw, do you see him much? Ol’ girl look like she can cause problems,” She referred to Kaysha’s antics last night.

“Man, she is something else. Always flapping them gums about when we’re going to be together.”

“Hmm, are you leading her on? I mean a female will only do stuff like that if the man is letting them think that. Shit, I would know,” She probed.

I had to think about it. In my mind I thought of me and Kaysha as just fucking and nothing more, but when I showed up at her house, horny, hungry and tired, and she took care of all those things, I guess I could see where she would think that.

“You may be right. But, I don’t want that girl,” I confessed and put the baby over my shoulder to burp her.

“Wait, here, she’ll throw up all over that fresh tee. You may not want her, but you sure want what’s between her thighs. Got to be the only thing you worried about. Why else she calling you constantly, and your son is only a year old.”

“Kaysha think we’ll be together. Her mother does too, and it’s far from that. I aint thinking about her, just my son. She’ll always be good because she my baby moms’ but as far as being together, it won’t happen.” I bluntly stated.

“Does she know that,” She took the baby and put them back in the room.

She came back out and sat on the chair curled up. I looked at her as she watched the TV and scrolled on her phone.

“You going to let me take you out?” I tested.

She looked at me and smiled. “You aren’t too bad, Jaeshawn. I might consider it, but I don’t want to get into nothing knowing my situation.”

“What’s your situation?”

“My daughters and the fact that their father is locked up.”

“I’m trying to take you out, and show you some love. Lil’ mamas can come too, that aint a problem.”

She thought about it before that dimpled smile came across her face. “Alright, but my brats have to come with me. I don’t leave them with my mother unless I really have to.”

“Cool, I’m bout’ to get out of here so I could hit these streets. Just know you won’t regret it,” I smirked and stood up. She stood up and I hugged her.

I swallowed her thick frame. Tiara wasn’t no little skinny chick either, she had thighs and hips and a belly. More pushing for the cushion, you already know how that goes. I kissed her cheek and she walked me to the door. I slipped my boots on before I headed downstairs. I waved at her peeking through the window and pulled off. That woman was going to be mine. She aint even know it yet, but she was.

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I headed to one of traps in Harlem and saw John’s whip parked a couple blocks down from it. I parked on the opposite block and put my hoodie on as I walked down the street. I went through the back and my blue nose pits were sitting there examining me before they attacked. I pulled the hoodie off and they ran to me and sat down. They weren’t allowed to play because they were guard dogs. I went in through the back door and John was sitting with a beer still yelling at the game.

“You believe this shit? Fucking losing man,” He threw his paper at the table. “I got thirty grand on this shit.”

“You need to stop betting, your ass not lucky. Fuck you up too?”

“Aint shit. Been sitting here waiting for that young nigga to bring that work. He over an hour late, and he got a bullet with his name on it, in my chamber.” He nonchalantly stated.

I grabbed a beer off the table and popped the top. “You gotta be stricter on this shit. How’s the ladies working out? You aint fuck them yet?”

“Nah, I’m tired of fucking random broads. That shit getting old. When I wake up from sex, I want a hot meal, not no damn conversation.”

“I feel you, nigga. You grew up with them Arab women catering to your ass. You need to find you a woman like that. Aint no black chick doing all that. They too independent. Nah, let me stop lying because shorty did all that today.”

“Kaysha cooked?” He looked disgusted.

I drank the remaining of my beer and tossed it in the trash. “Nah, shorty from the club.”

“Ah, the short thick one. She a good look, she thicker than Kaysha though.”

“What the fuck that supposed to mean?”

“You know how to handle all that? Shit, if you can’t I’ll take that,” He snickered.

He sparked a blunt and started blowing rings and showing off. He passed it to me and I blew some rings myself, I was getting rusty. “Nigga, I’m handling that with care. I’m not moving too fast, or too slow. I think that’s gonna be wifey.”

“After one day? I know you drove shorty around and spent some time, but damn it’s like that?”

“I didn’t say I was going to walk down the aisle tomorrow, but I can see myself going there with her. She’s so neutering and loving, especially to her daughters. Even with her baby’s father she aint mention not one foul word about him. She’s different.”

“Aint she supposed to be like that toward her kids though?

“One word: Kaysha,” I said with a straight face and he nodded his head and finished smoking his blunt.

“Yeah you right. So, when we doing this meeting? I got some shit to discuss and I’m not splitting territory with those Jamaican motherfuckers.” He got extra hype.

“Calm down, nigga. We gonna settle this shit before it gets out of hand. If it comes to that, I already know you strapped and ready,” I affirmed.

Just as we were dapping hands, one of John’s corner boys walked in and he wasted no time in sending a slug through his arm. The boy fell to the floor and held his arm. John didn’t recruit punks, and by the boy taking that shot like Gee, I knew he had some thoroughbreds on his team.

“Fuck you late for?” he grilled him.

“Them fucking Jamaicans had my corner and was selling. I ended that shit though,” He smirked and handed his money and theirs.

“Nigga, you got a cellphone. Call me and put me on. I feel bad for this shit now.” He helped him off the floor. “See what the hell I’m talking about? These niggas got me trigga’ happy and shit. I take a shit with that gun in my lap.”

“Nigga, too much damn information. I’m bout’ to head home and get some sleep. I’m bout’ to knock out for three days straight, so have shit handled. I’ll be ready for that meeting.” I left how I came and headed home. I had been up with little to no sleep, and when I was getting sleep, Kaysha wanted to fuck that up. I hopped in my truck and headed home.

I pressed the P floor and turned my key and was taken up to the pent house apartment. Soon as the door opened, you were greeted with water falls on both sides of you and floor to ceiling window with a walk out to the wrap around balcony. I spent a good twenty million on this pent house suite, not to mention the extra million that went into decorating it. Kaysha only came by here once when she was pregnant. The only person that had come here was John and my son and my mother. Kaysha was heated behind it, but fucking with her I might go to jail if she come in this shit demanding shit.

I barely stayed here myself. If I wasn’t at Kaysha’s house, I was at my mom’s house and out in the street getting this money. I didn’t have to put as much work as I did, but it gave me something to do. I grabbed a bottle of henny off my bar and walked into the master suite. The apartment had a total of seven bedrooms in it, and a pool on the top floor.  I could picture Tiara taking a shower in my master bedroom and coming into the room and fucking the shit out me. I had to shake the shit off because it was too soon. I got in the bed with my brown honey, Hennessey and drifted to sleep.