A Trap King's Wife 1 (20 page)

              I watched the back of my Rolls Royce sped out the driveway and shook my head. This girl was going to be the death of me. I thought she was all sweet and innocent, but she had an attitude problem that was out this word. Not to mention she was a damn Floyd Mayweather Jr. I knew she was heading to John’s house to be with Maddie. I’m going to give her the time she needed. She had to know I didn’t like that I had to hear my shorty was in the club fighting like a bum bitch. When I found out she was fighting Kaysha my blood boiled. Number one, Kaysha was pregnant and what the fuck was she doing in Miami? Number two, Tiara should have been the bigger person to walk away from it. She knew how immature and annoying Kaysha was.

              I sat in the ER for four hours with Kaysha. Everything panned out, and she was good. The baby was fine, but she was having neck pain, so they told her to take some Tylenol and to quit smoking. After I dropped her off at her hotel, she was crying and begging me to stay with her. So, I stayed the night with her and let her sleep on my chest. I know it was wrong, and I should have been running after Tiara, but she was carrying my seed. I sat on the lawn chair outside with Ms. Pam. She was nursing a margarita, while Keyshawn splashed around on the shallow end of the pool.

              “Where did she run off?” Ms. Pam asked me, I shrugged my shoulders and accepted the drink from my maid.

              “She grab my keys and dipped.”

              “Probably to Maddie. That’s my baby and I never get into arguments with her, because she’s out in a club fighting. That isn’t her, so tell me what really happened. She has never stormed away without her babies, so you better get to speaking, Jaeshawn.”

              I told Ms. Pam in so many word what had went on. I left out the part that it was my baby mama she was fighting. “She got into a fight with Keyshawn’s mother.”

              She picked Keyshawn up and turned facing me. “His mama? Why is she even in Miami?”

              “I don’t know, but they got had words and got into a fight. His mother is also pregnant with my second child.”

              “Wooo, lord, let me get up and walk,” She said, and started walking around the perimeter of the pool.

              “Ms. Pam, I’m not with her though,” I tried to soften the blow.

              “Jaeshawn, I don’t know a lot, but I know that your baby mama who is pregnant with your second child think she’s more. Who else is coming to another state pregnant to fight? Hell, she could have at least asked for her baby. Let me call, Tiara. I done hollered at her and didn’t have the whole story. Yall gonna talk about this, cause this is my vacation and I aint with the awkwardness. “

              I watched as she left, still venting to herself with Keyshawn on her hip. I smiled because I knew this is what he was missing with Kaysha. Ms. Pam hadn’t known Keyshawn prior to this trip and she had taken him in like he was her grandchild. I could definitely get used to having her around. My phone bought me back from my thoughts.

              “Yo, what’s good?” I answered, guzzling the last of my drink.

              “What’s going on with you and Tiara? Shorty aint your biggest fan right now,” He laughed, chewing loud as hell in my ear.

              “First off, nigga finish eating before you call me. Second, you saw how she was beating the shit out of Kaysha, knowing, she pregnant with my shorty.”

              “My bad, Maddie made me food before they dipped. Kaysha also knew she was pregnant when she got her ass on a plane and found Tiara. That shit aint no coincidence bro.”

              “Dipped off where?”

              “The mall. I gave them the black card and let them go ham. Tiara’s eye aint looking good either.”

              “I’m gonna have a doctor look at that. Let me know when they get back. I’m bout’ to take a nap and chill. We have that meeting set up for tomorrow.”

              “Fo’ sure. I got you.” with that we ended the call, and I headed upstairs to take a nap. On the way upstairs I heard Ms. Pam arguing with my cook about how to make real mac and cheese. I laughed and got into my bed to sleep and relax.

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              I don’t know what time it was, but I heard bags crumbling and Tiara on the phone. She was catching someone up on what happened last night, and apparently she had a mouth full to say about a nigga. She was calling me big headed, annoying and demanding. I laughed and pulled the cover off of me, and stretched. 

              “That’s how you really feeling about a nigga?” I asked, and scared her.

              “Let me call you back, Toma,” She sighed, and ended the call. “For your information, don’t ear hustle on my conversations.” She snapped her neck.

              “Yo, this attitude is crazy. What’s good with you?”

              Her eyes bugged out and she grabbed the bags, and laughed to herself. “What’s wrong with me? I get attacked, and you’re asking what’s wrong with me? Look at my fuckin’ eye, Jae!” She screamed.

              I looked at her eye, and it did look bad. I felt bad for going off on her this morning without asking her what happened.

              “Come here, babe,” I instructed, and she put down the babies R us bag, and came over to me. I pulled her onto my lap and kissed the crook of her neck. She squirmed and let out a slight giggle.

              “It’s fucked up that you took her side and didn’t wait to hear mine.”

              I stroked my goatee and nodded. “You right, what happened?”

              “Did you even question why she is in Miami?”

              “I didn’t, tell me what happened?”

              “She came in the club and I didn’t know she was there. She came popping shit, and that’s when I saw Dyron’s sister was with her. I lunged at that bitch and beat her ass, and your saint of a baby mama hit me in the head, so I fucked her up,” She explained, nonchalantly.

              “Ma’ you know she carrying my seed tho,” I protested, but she took my face in her little hands.

              “No, she knows she’s carrying your seed. She attacked me, so I handed her what she wanted. If this is how it’s going to be with your baby mama, I’m cool on this.” she got up, but I pulled her down.

              “Jae—“

              I silenced her with my lips and pushed her onto the bed. She was moaning before I even touched her. I knew she was sexually frustrated, and she wanted the dick. I pulled her dress up and slipped her thongs down her thick legs. She opened wide and slipped a finger into her leaking wetness. She was so wet and tight, it was amazing that she had even given birth.

              “What was all that you were talking before?” I asked, biting my bottom lip. The sight of her laid out on my bed, with my fingers inside of her made a nigga horny.

              “Noothhhingggg,” She moaned out, and grinded her hips.  I took my fingers out and placed them in my pocket. She damn near jumped off the bed and choked me. “Jae, you can’t do that,” she damn near begged.

              She pulled at my pants, and released my dick from my draws. She lowered to the floor and took me into her mouth, and I leaned my head back. The way she looked up into my eyes as my shiny dick entered in and out of her mouth. She played with my balls like she was hosting a dice games. I could feel her relaxing her throat as she pushed her mouth further on my shaft. I thought Kaysha had A1 head, but this shit had my toes curling in my socks. I lifted her up and placed her on the bed. I bent down and placed my mouth to her pearl like a water fountain, and brushed my lips against her pussy. She shivered, feeling a chill from the head game she was about to receive.

              “Damn, Jae,” She moaned, while she held my head right there.

              I lapped her juices up in my mouth. I held onto her hips and pulled her closer to me, but she kept backing up. I knew if she was running from my mouth, she was about to run a marathon away from the dick.

              “Chill, ma’ come on,” I whispered, and blew on her clit. Her eyes damn rolled into the back of her head. I continued to blow on it, with my cool breath.

              I stripped out the rest of my clothes and got into the bed. On cue, she got onto of me and lowered herself down onto me. She moved around for a minute, before she grabbed hold to my chest and bounced her thick ass on my shit.

              “Damn, Tiara, shiiit…” I dragged my words as she held tightly onto my chest.

              I reached up and grabbed her breast and caressed them. She smiled, and continued to riding me like she was taking riding lessons. She had a nigga’s toes damn near wrapped around my foot. She bent down and placed small kisses on my lips.

              “Now, that you got it, you gonna stop playing these games?” She asked, still twirling those hips around.

              Now I knew why her baby daddy impregnated her ass with two seeds. The pussy was too damn good to pull out. I held onto her waist and pumped into her hard. I could tell she was thrown off by the stokes.

              “You aint think I was gonna come back now,” I smirked and flipped her over. I roughly opened her legs and pushed myself into her.

              Her legs was up in there air, as I held onto the headboard, and pushed into her. She was moaning all crazy, and holding my back. I kissed her forehead as I gave her those bed shattering strokes.

              “Mhmmm, Jae, yes!” She screamed. Thankfully my house was big, and her mama wasn’t listening to me giving her daughter the business.

              “What happened to that attitude you were giving a nigga? You still mad at me?” I asked, after each stroke.

              She quickly shook her head no and her eyes rolled to back of her head. Before she could even get comfortable, I flipped her over and tapped her ass, so she could raise it. Once that ass was leveled, I rammed that shit into that leaking pussy.

              “Oooooohhhh!” She screamed, in pure bliss. “I’m about to Cuuummmm,” She continued.

              “Come with daddy, come on,” I coached because I was right there with her. She threw that shit back a few times, and my dick nutted without my permission.

              We collapsed on the bed and Tiara laid on the other side. She was acting all shy like she aint just put it on a nigga. I pulled over to me and she was blushing like crazy. Her hair was all spiky, and even though she had a black eye, she was still the most beautiful girl to me.

              “Damn, I finally got them draws,” I smirked.

              She slapped my chest and smiled. “Don’t act stupid now that I gave you some. Niggas chase me down for this,” She patted her pussy.

              “Nah, only nigga bout to chase you down.”

              “Sooon as that nigga figure out where he wants to be.” She got up and put my shirt on. “I’m taking a shower, and spending time with my babies. Obviously, I can’t party without getting in trouble.”

              “I already know where I wanna be, and that’s where I am.”

              “Are you?”

              “Hell yeah, I’m gonna handle that.” I promised, she looked hesitant.

              “Handle it before we get back home, because I don’t need her bringing drama to my mother’s house, cause’ I’ll finish her ass this time.” She turned and went into the bathroom.

              I had to go handle Kaysha and let her know what it was. Tiara had me opened, and I didn’t know why I kept going back to Kaysha. Now that she done put that pussy on a nigga, she had me ready to go look at engagement rings.

              My body was still sore from last night and I didn’t feel like leaving the hotel room. Bre, on the other hand had been up and out this morning, and was getting ready for another party. My so called sister sat there and watch me get my ass beat, and didn’t think to help her pregnant sister. I winced as I made my way to the living area of the hotel suite. Bre was trying on clothes for Brandi, as I walked in the room. They both looked up.

              “Your finally up, how you feeling?” Bre asked, and flipped her hair. I saw she cut herself a bang.

              “Fine. I can’t believe you let her attack me, Brandi,” I replied, ignoring Bre.

              “I didn’t let her do anything. You knew what it was when you stepped. Fuck I look like fighting? I’m a grown ass woman,” She nonchalantly said.

              “I’m pregnant and you don’t care? Wow, and you’re my sister.”

              “I don’t have time for the bull shit. Here I thought we were going on a sister’s trip and you’re stalking Jaeshawn. My shit packed because I got a flight out of this bitch. Grow the fuck up, Kaysha. He just wants to fuck you and go back to his girl. She’s at his big house here, not you. She’s flying private, while you’re commercial. She and her friend are shopping and loading bags into a Rolls Royce, you aren’t. Move the hell on.” She got up and went onto the balcony and lit a cigarette.

              Bre looked around and scooped up her outfit. “Why the hell aren’t you mad?”
              “Tiara is quiet and doesn’t start shit, but she does fuck shit up and last night is prime example. She owed me that for a while.” She admitted, like she didn’t get the works handed to her last night.

              “You crazy as hell. She aint bout to put hands on me without getting dealt with.”  I grabbed an apple, and headed back to my room. The day was over and here I was still in my pajamas in pain. This was crazy, and the fact that Brandi just threw all that in my face pissed me off.

              An hour later, Bre came into my room fully dressed in a tight skimpy dress, hooker heels and my clutch.

              “Brandi went to catch her flight. It’s just me and you for the rest of the week.”

              “I guess so, you going out?”

              “Yep, my cousin coming to get me. I’ll be staying out tonight,” She gave me a heads up.

              “Alright.” I turned over and went back under my covers. How the fuck Brandi leave her friend?

              I felt my phone buzz and saw I had a text message from Jaeshawn.

             
Can I come over?
I perked up and got ready to respond. That bitch thought she had him, when I really did. He would always come back to me.

             
Yeah, sure.

              I’m on my way

              I got out the bed and quickly showered, did what was left of my hair and placed some make up over my wounds. I put some lips gloss and put on a pair of tight shorts and a cami. I was just about to throw some lotion on when I heard the bell ring. I quickly spritzed some spray and sashayed to the door. I opened the door and he walked in. He looked good in his Nike sweat shorts, black Gucci tee and Nike slide on with Nike athlete socks.

              “What’s good? How you feeling?”

              I put on my fake grip, so he could feel bad. I wanted him to treat his little bitch like shit, because of me. “Good, I guess. I’m in so much pain, and I’m bleeding a little,” I lied, knowing he would feel some type of way.

              “Word? You want to go to the hospital?”

              I limped into the kitchen, making sure to be a little extra. “I called the doctor and he said if it gets heavy to come in.” I poured him some water and sat down. “What’s going on?”

              “Nothing, just wanted to see how you were doing.” He took the water.

              “Thanks, I appreciate it. The way she attacked me was ridiculous. I appreciate you staying and holding me last night.”

              “Kay, I talked to my shorty and she said you hit her first,” He objected. I cringed when he claimed that bitch.

              “I tried to get her off of Bre, and she just started going ham on me. Why would I fight her pregnant?” I lied, making tears come down my cheeks.

              “Why were you in Miami in general?”

              “I can’t come to Miami now? My son is down here, I can’t believe you’re grilling me when you bitch attacked me and our unborn child. I could have lost our child, Jaeshawn!” I yelled, he didn’t even look bothered by my theatrics.

              When he started messing with his goatee, I knew he was thinking. “So, why haven’t you asked to see him?”

              “I’m in so much pain and I can’t care for him right now. You saw what she did. I can’t believe this. What she finally gave you pussy and you second guessing me?”

              “She did, but that aint the problem. My girl is quiet and she aint about to attack you for no reason.”             

              “You just met this bitch. Do you even know her like that?” I waved him off, and went to get a cigarette.

              I sparked it up and he shook his head. “I know her enough not to be smoking, while carrying my child. Fuck is wrong with you?”

              “Jae, you can just leave right now. Tired of you and your bitch. Bring my son tomorrow morning.”

              “Nah, he’s with us for the week.” My heart shattered when he said ‘us’ why was he introducing our son to her so soon? He was literally breaking my heart every time he opened his mouth.

              “Us?”

              “I’ll give you your time, Kay. Stop starting shit, and I’m dead ass.”

              He left and I locked the door. I’m sick of her and she needed to leave my family alone. Where the fuck was her baby daddy? I laid down and relaxed, because I was feeling some cramping. That bitch had another thing coming for her. I grabbed my phone and dialed a number.

              “Hey, can I speak to Dread?” I said, sweetly through the phone. The person told him and he came on the phone. “You can get at him,” I directed and sat back. Jaeshawn was about to be crawling to be with me, literally.