A Trap King's Wife 1 (13 page)

              I sat across the street and watched as Jaeshawn got in the car, after putting two baby carriers in the back of his truck. I pounded my steering wheel in frustration, as tears came down my cheeks. How could he be with the next chick and leave his family? I was so pissed, that I didn’t notice I was parked by a fire hydrant, until the officer knocked on my window. I wiped my tears and rolled the window down, and tried to prevent myself from crying.

              “Ma’am, you know you are in parking violation, right?” He questioned, like I didn’t already know it.

              “Yeah, just give me the ticket so I can go on about my day,” I snapped, and fidgeted with my radio.

              “Here, you are. Next time be aware of your surroundings,” He sternly replied.

              Once he gave me my ticket, I headed to my sister’s house. She had been calling me off the hook, since I asked her to watch Keyshawn. I needed some time away from my son, and here she was rushing for me to come back. My mind was thinking about the bitch who was in the front seat. She looked real familiar, but I couldn’t place where I had saw her. My phone started ringing and I looked at the caller Id, it was Brandi, again.

              “What, Brand?” I said, calling her by her nickname.

              “Um, what do you mean what? It’s after four in the afternoon and your son is still here. How do you know I didn’t have somewhere important to be?” She continued to rattle at the tongue.

              “I needed some time to get my head right. Why are you complaining like I don’t watch my nieces.”

              “Kay, you have never watched my children, so please stop. He’s bored here without the girls, plus I work tonight.” She softened her tone.

              I looked at the phone confused. What the hell she meant without the girls? Brandi had her kids’ twenty-four-seven. So to hear her kids weren’t with her was strange. “Where are the girls?”

              “Jamal’s mother came and picked them up for the weekend. She’s going to Jersey to visit his grandmother. That’s the only reason I let them go,” She informed me.

              “Well damn, I need to get rid of Keyshawn, and I know just how. I’m pulling up to your building now.” I ended the call before she came say anything else.

              After I picked up Keyshawn, I drove around looking for Jae’s truck. I just wanted to pull up on him one good time, and drop my son off. If the bitch was with him, it would be ten times better. After driving for a good thirty minutes, and no sign of him, I drove to his condo. I knew his ass would be home if he wasn’t anywhere else. I didn’t bother going to his mother’s house because then I would have to fight her mean ass. She always had something smart to say, and looked down at me because I was a little rough around the edges. The bitch was straight annoying and I didn’t want to be down with that.

              Carefully picking up Keyshawn, so he didn’t cry, I made my way into the building. The doorman recognized me from the last time and inserted his key for me. He started to escort me upstairs, but I stopped him. I rode the elevator in silence praying that I didn’t have to bust a bitch’s ass today. I prayed Jaeshawn didn’t bring no bitch in his house, especially since we had just fucked in his pool not too long ago. When the elevator doors opened, I quietly walked in and looked around. There was a woman’s jacket and two baby carriers sitting by the balcony door. Outside it looked as if someone was having lunch.

              I walked upstairs and slowly walked into each room. The last room was Jaeshawn’s room and my heart was sitting on my shoulders. I hoped like hell he wasn’t having sex with no bitch in this house. We were supposed to make this condo a home with our son, not random bitches. The door was cracked slightly and from the door, I could see two babies sleeping peacefully. I walked inside fully, and turned the corner and saw the same chick in the car, sitting on his lap and tongue kissing the shit out of him. He was caressing and palming her ass.

              “So, this is what we doing now, Jaeshawn!” I screamed, the girl jumped, but Jaeshawn remained his same nonchalant attitude.

              “Why the fuck you in my crib, Kaysha?” He said, looking at me and holding the girl on his lap. She was fixing her shirt, and trying to get up.

              “No, the question is why you got me and my son laying in the project, while you bring other bitches to your house. We just fucked in the pool the other day, and now you bringing another hoe here!” I yelled, startling my son and the two babies on the bed.

              “I’m not going to be too many bitches. Whatever yall got going on, is yall problem, not mines,” She rolled her neck, and tended to her babies.

              “Oh, so these your kids, Jae? You got a secret family?” I held the tears that were threatening to spill.

              “These are my children. He’s not their father. Look at the scene you are making with your child. This is what you want him to witness?” She cradled her baby, and went back over to Jaeshawn. “Hold her, please.”

              My eyes watched as this nigga took the baby, and started tending to her. What did this bitch have on him? “Who the fuck was even talking to you? I don’t remember asking the plus size Keri Hilson for advice,” I snapped, and placed Keyshawn down.

              Like the little traitor he was, he went right to his daddy, who picked him up and let him see the baby. “Jae, I’ll be downstairs. I don’t have time to argue with a bitch who’s delusional about her role in your life. Matter of fact, tell her mine,” She turned to him.

              “You my woman, soon bout to be wifey,” he looked at me with a stone face, while this bitch had the look of satisfaction on her face.

              “Like I said, I’ll be downstairs. I got work later anyway,”

              I snapped my fingers. That was where I knew this bitch from. She was the bottle from
Truce.
“So we fucking the help now, Jae?” I smirked, and crossed my arms. “Here’s a picture of our baby that’s coming in a few months” I flicked the sonogram paper at his feet.

              He didn’t bother to pick it up. He just looked at me, and turned his attention to the baby and Keyshawn. “What you thought I would care yall having another baby? I don’t, ma’am,” She laughed and left out the room.

              Feeling defeated with nothing to say, I started to walk out the room. I had nothing to say; what was I going to say to nothing? Jaeshawn played with my feeling so much, that now I couldn’t function without him. Knowing he had another woman, he was interested in, pissed me off. What was wrong with me? Why didn’t he want that happily ever after with his son’s mother?

              “Do me a favor, and not come to my crib unannounced, again. I’m keeping my son.” he said, to my back.

              “Jaeshawn, you are real foul for how you’re doing me. One minute, we’re fucking and cooking in your kitchen, and now you treating me like I don’t matter,” I sobbed, not bothering to turn and face him.

              “Kaysha, you knew what it was, but you wanted to think it was more. I told you what we do is fucking. Stop confusing fucking for feelings,” He bluntly stated.

              I didn’t want to hear anymore. I stormed downstairs and out the condo. I took the elevator down and wiped my tears, before it hit the ground floor. When I got to the bottom floor, I breezed out the building and headed right into my car. I started it up and pulled off, feeling like my heart was ripped out my chest.

“Thank you, John, I really needed this,” I smiled weakly, as he massaged my legs.

              We were in a suite in the Marriot downtown Manhattan, sitting in our fluffy white robes and I couldn’t front like I couldn’t get used to this. Since he picked me up, he did nothing but try and get my head away from the negative feelings I was feeling, and it was working. He kissed my legs, and made a trail up to my special spot. My mind was telling me no, but my legs opened and he was right in. he took his time licking my inner thigh, and blowing his cool breath on my cookie. My body wiggled in anticipation of what would happen next.

              “J…John, stopppp,” I moaned, not meaning one word that left my mouth.

              He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop right now. Let me hear you tell me to stop.”

              I couldn’t tell him to stop, because the voice in my head was screaming for him to finish. He took my silence as his permission to continue, and started nibbling my clit slowly. I grinded my hips and raised my hips. He firmly gripped my hips and pulled my pussy closer to his face like a plate of the best food. I threw my head back and let out moans that I was sure the people in the next room heard. I couldn’t breathe he was eating my pussy so good.

              “This pussy so damn good, damn,” He said, while eating my pussy. The vibrations was sending me over the edge.

              He stuck his finger into my hole and finger fucked me, while he had his tongue doing swirls around my pearl. I held onto his thick curly hair, and was happy he didn’t have it braided. I ran my hand through his hair and put my head back. I felt myself scratching him, but he would let up. He continued to eat me like it was his last meal. I felt my body shaking and I couldn’t control myself. I was screaming in tongues.

              “Damn, you good, Habibi?” He laughed, and kissed my forehead.

              Trying to catch my breath, I nodded my head. “Damn, you got a hurricane tongue.”

              He pulled me on his lap and took my lips into his mouth, and I sucked my juices off his lips. “I want you to be my lady,” He looked me in the eye.

              I got butterflies in my stomach, because I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt those. I was nervous about what to say or do, all I could do was nod. I wasn’t thinking about Jared, my mother, or anybody. For once I was thinking about what I wanted, and that was all that mattered.

              “For real?”

              “Yeah, you know my situation with my man, though,” I ruined the mood, by bringing Jared into the conversation.

              “Ma’ when you agree to be with me, that’s as good as done. You gonna be mine, and that’s all that matters,” He put down the law, and my pussy started to tingle. “Maddie, I’m not dumb, I see those bruises and the burns on your body. You as good as done with that nigga.”

              I looked down at his chest, and felt embarrassed. I spent time caring for those burns. Jared had beat me, but never that bad. He would slap me around, but this time he almost tried to kill me and mutilate my body.

              “I know, I don’t want anybody to feel bad for me,” I let a tear release from my tear duct.

              Lifting my chin up with his hand, he kissed my lips. “Habibi, I feel bad, and that’s because I don’t want to see the woman I’m falling in love with getting hurt, not if I’m alive. I want you to be mine, and only mine. I want to give you the world, and show you how a king treats his queen.” He looked so sincere when he said each word. I believed every word he said.

              “I believe you, John.”

              “Let me show you something,” He gently pushed me off his lap. He went into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone.

              He scrolled until he came to an app with a house on it. He opened the app and sat next to me. “What’s this?” I asked, as I tucked my feet under myself.”

              “All my houses I own. I own a lot of property in different counties. I have a lot of money, that isn’t drug money. I’m worth over millions, just like Jae. I can have a hoe every night of the week, but it isn’t nothing compared to have a woman at home waiting on me.”

              I wrapped my arms around his neck. “That’s sweet, John.”

              “My name is Johnsabi,” He replied. “Everybody calls me John for short,”

              “I knew it had to be short for something. Yall be having weird ass names,” I laughed.

              “And black people don’t?”

              “You tried it, John.” I kissed his neck.

              “I only wanna try it with you.” he retorted. “My birthday is coming. I want you on my arm for the party.”

              “Of course. What do I get the man that has everything?”

              “You.” he looked me in the eyes. I straddled him, and he slipped his dick right into me with ease. I slowly eased up and down on his dick, feeling the thick rod invade my insides. As his tongue swirled around my brown nipples, I could feel myself going harder. I held tightly around his neck as I fucked him like my life depended on it. It felt good when a man wanted to please you. With Jared, I was always pleasing him, never getting any pleasure. This was definitely something new.

              That bitch had me fucked up. First she come barging into a house that isn’t her own, and then try to blind side me with her pregnancy news. It didn’t bother me the least that she was pregnant. That was their problem, not mine. As long as my daughters were straight, nothing could bother me. I sat rocking my baby in my arm, as she stormed downstairs, without her son, and entered the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, I waved at her, smiling wickedly.

              “Aye, stop being a trouble maker,” Jaeshawn teased, as he came down the stairs with Pride, and his son.

              “I’m not, I’m just saying good bye,” I acted as I didn’t know what he was talking about.

              “Yeah, ight,” He smirked, putting his son down, and taking Pride with him to get some water out the kitchen.

              “Don’t make me look stupid, Jae, that’s all I’m asking. I just showed out in front of this girl, but don’t let her have the last laugh.” I warned.

              “I got you,” he smiled, and I went to put Joy back in her carrier.

              As I was putting Joy down, his son started crying. I went to pick him up and he was soaking wet. The cute Gucci pants were soaked with piss. “I’m going to give him a bath. His diaper weighs a ton,” I looked with disgust.

              “She in here worrying about the wrong shit, instead of our son.” he shook his head. “Ight, I’ll keep an eye on the lil mamas,” he suggested.

              I went upstairs and found his room. It was so adorable, with little Einstein everywhere. He had a bathroom with the same theme connected to his room. I held him on my hip, as I went in his draws and found him a cute outfit. When I was finished, I undressed him and tickled him. He was so stinking cute with his deep dimples and curly hair. He was the spinning image of Jaeshawn and his mother. I quickly washed him up and his hair, and he laughed the entire time. I placed a fresh diaper, clothes and brushed his hair into a ponytail.

              When we were finished, I went back downstairs and found Jaeshawn laying on the couch, with both my babies on his chest. “Aww, that’s too cute,” I said, interrupting their mini nap.

              “Where daddy’s Gee?” He smiled, reaching for his son. His son went crazy trying to get to him. He found a free spot on his father’s chest and put his thumb in his mouth, and closed his eyes. I plopped down next to Jaeshawn and put my head on his shoulder.

              “He has a diaper rash. You need to tell her about changing him,” I informed him.

              “See, what I deal with. She be worried about the wrong shit. I’m gonna’ holla at her about it. I appreciate you for looking out,” He kissed my cheek.

              “No problem, I figured I could return the favor. I have work in a little, so I’ll take a nap and then you can drop me at my mother’s house, and I’ll go to work from there.”

              “I aint really feeling you working at the club. Lance is cool people and shit, but that aint no place for my shorty to be working.”

              I turned and looked in his face. “Jae, we just made official not even an hour ago. I need to work to take care of myself. How am I going to afford my apartment, clothes and things for my daughters?”

              “I’m your man, so I’m going to make sure you’re good.”

              “You’re my man, but I like to make my own money.”

              “I see I’m going to have a problem with your smart ass,” He joked, and I smiled.

              Although going to school and raising my daughters, without having to work sounded good, it just wasn’t the right time. We just made it official, and I wasn’t really trying to have him taking care of me and my kids yet. I knew he didn’t have a problem, but I liked to have my independence and with him taking care of me, I knew I would lose it.

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              I walked into the club and went straight to the back to get ready. Toma, was sitting on the bench in the break room nursing a drink and staring into space. I hadn’t spoke to her in a couple months. Each time I worked, she was either off or called out. I sat down beside her and slipped my feet into a pair of cute all white Nikes. I wasn’t about to put any heels on tonight.

              “What’s going on with you, Chica?” I asked, tying my shoe.

              “Girl, I just needed a little time for myself. I’ve been working like a slave tonight. Everybody and their mama is out tonight.”

              “I hear you, it was struggle trying to get back here. Where you been hiding?” I smacked my lips and looked her in the eyes.

              “Mama, you already know a woman never kisses and tells. Just know I hooked a fish, and he has money,” She bragged.

              Toma was always cheating on her husband, but then again he was always cheating on her. The fact that she bragging about another man she was seeing, didn’t surprise me the least.

              “Well, good luck with that.” I laughed.

              “Oh, no missy. I’ve heard you been hanging out with Larry Bird, is it true?” Her nosey ass slipped in.

              “And where did you hear this?”

              “Everywhere, mostly from working with the new girl. She know damn near everybody, and each time we bring a bottle, they asking about Larry Bird and her sister,” She informed me.

              “Who’s the new girl,” I bypassed her question.

              “Her name is Brandi.”

              “I don’t want to get into all that, but we’re together. That’s all you need to know.” I got up and brushed my short do down.

              “You killin’ that short hair, mama. When did you cut it?”

              “Like a couple weeks ago. I need to get it touched up, my roots are started to show,” I walked toward the door. “Maybe we can do lunch tomorrow,” I suggested.

              “You already know I’m there. Tell Esha to stop paging me, I’m coming.”

              “I got you.”

              I was an hour into work and it seemed like it was getting packed by the minute. I was getting pulled in every direction, and I didn’t mind because I had racked up four hundred dollars in tips, I didn’t have to share. All the ballers and players were out tonight. I headed into VIP and the smell of weed hit me like a ton of bricks.

              “Gentlemen, your drinks,” I announced and sat down the buckets with grey goose, patron and rose.

              “Appreciate, Chu’ pretty lady. What’s chu’ name?” An ugly Jamaican man, with nasty teeth walked up on me.

              “Tiara, I’ll be serving you tonight.” I politely responded, and tried to walk away, but he grabbed my waist. “Um, please don’t touch me,” I sternly snatched away from him.

              “You too good for mi?” He continued to try and grab me.

              “Don’t fucking touch me!” I yelled, I don’t know when or where, but all I know is I saw Jaeshawn run into the VIP area and knock the nigga out. I jumped back with my heart beating out my chest.

              John had his gun pulled out and pointing it at the rest of the men. “I dare one of you muthafuckas to move, and I’ll blow the side of your face off,” He snarled.

              “You just don’t learn. First you want to take over my corners and blocks, now my lady?” Jaeshawn spit on him and grabbed my hands.

              He pulled me out the VIP area and straight to the back. Lance was flirting and whispering in his fiancé, Iasha’s ear, that he didn’t see Jaeshawn’s red eyes, until he looked up.

              “What’s good, Jae?” He asked.

              “Let me out through the back, and she won’t be working here no more. Nothing against you fam, but them fuckin’ Jamaicans are too disrespectful, and rather than light up this whole club, I’m gon’ leave.”

              “I feel you, nigga. Let me know and I’ll make them leave,” He offered.

              “Nah, you good, make your money, nigga. I’ll holla’”

              He pulled me with him and we made our way out the club. We walked to the back and the valet was already waiting with the car started. He got me in the car, and went around and got in.

              “Jae, you can’t make quit my job,” I protested. How he come and let my boss know I’m quitting?

              “I don’t want you working there. You can work anywhere else, but not there. It aint nothing against your independence, but those Jamaicans niggas got it out for a nigga, and I want to make sure I don’t drag you in no shit, you feel me?”

              I nodded my head and looked out the window, as we drove through the city. I didn’t know how I felt about leaving my job. I made decent money, and I kind of liked the fast paced work environment. I looked over at him, and his jaw was clenching. I looked down and an unknown number was calling.

              “Hello,”

              “Yo, Tiara, you home?” Dyron’s voice came through the phone.

              “No, I’m heading to get the girls and then there, why?”

              He blew a sigh of relief. “Don’t go home. Stay with your moms,” He demanded.

              “Why, Dyron? What the hell is the matter with you? And whose number is this?” I was so confused, because I hadn’t heard from him since the visit. Come to think about it, I haven’t heard from his mother or sister either.

              “Dread is trying to get at you, because of me.”

              “What do you mean?”

              “I’m working on shit, a lot of shit didn’t add up and I found a lot of shit about Dread. He found out, and now that nigga want to hurt whatever he can to get to me. Don’t go home,” He basically pleaded.

              “Alright, I’ll go get some clothes and stay with my mom. Okay?”

              “I know you fuckin’ with Bird, you with him now?” my words got caught in my throat. I didn’t know why I was so nervous about telling him. It wasn’t like we were together. “Tee, I already know, put him on.”

              I handed the phone to Jaeshawn and he put it on speaker. “Yo,”

              “Bird, I need a favor from you, and I know you don’t know or fuck with anybody who has kins to the Jamaicans, but I need you to protect my baby moms and daughters. Dread is out for blood.”

              “I just punched that ugly nigga in the face a few minutes ago. Touchin’ on Tiara like that nigga know her,” He vented, apparently still mad.

              “Nah, that aint Dread. He got everybody thinking that’s him, but nobody knows who he is, except a few. Shit, I don’t know what that nigga look like.”

              I turned and looked at Jaeshawn with panic in my eyes. So who the fuck was Dread?  “What kind of games they playing? I got you, nigga. Keep your head up,” He told Dyron.

              “Good looks, I’ll call in a couple days, if you don’t hear from me, let Tee know I love her and my daughters.”

              “I got you,” Jaeshawn said, as he ended the call.

              Tears started coming down my cheeks, and my heart was beating so fast I was sure I would pass out. “Why does he sound like this is the last time he’s going to talk to me?”

              “I can’t even answer that question, ma’ but we gonna swing by your crib and grab some things.”

              When we pulled up to my block, there were cop cars, fire fighters and ambulances on scene. I hopped out the car before Jaeshawn could fully stop the car. I took off running toward the building, but a cop caught me before I could run into the building.

              “Ma’am, do you live here?”

              “Yes, I live in the top floor. My things, my furniture and papers!” I screamed, trying to launch myself at the building. Jaeshawn lightly pulled me in his arms, and I calmed down, but not enough.

              “There was an explosion in the building. We think the wiring was illegal work. Do you have anywhere to stay?”

              “Yeah, she’s good. Thank you, officer,” Jaeshawn said, and went back to the car. I sat in the car with my head in my hands. First the club, Dyron’s phone call and now this. What the hell was going on?