A Trap King's Wife 1 (7 page)

              I opened the door and Jaeshawn was standing there with bags from Toys’ r us and boxes of diapers. I rolled my eyes and let the door close, and he caught it with his foot. After his antic yesterday, I didn’t want anything to do with him, and his bullshit. How dare he answer the phone when he’s with another bitch? And on top of that the bitch cooking for him. He usually spent his Sundays at the house with me and Keyshawn, but he didn’t even come home. I sat back on the couch and continued to brush my son’s hair into a ponytail. I wasn’t getting anywhere braiding his hair, especially when his daddy comes. His grandmother called to come back to pick him up. She claimed, when she wanted to see him, she would go through Jaeshawn.

              “You could have held the door. You been acting real brand new,” He barked and reached for my son, who was already reaching his hands out. “What’s good, Poppa’s Gee? You giving mommy a hard time?” He kissed him.

              “Nah, his father is.” I murmured and went into the kitchen. “I guess, get comfortable and I’ll cook something. Want to find something to watch? Your son is obsessed with Rios 2,” I yelled from the kitchen.

              “Not tonight. I got a dat… something to do,” He slipped, but I heard it.

              I darted out the kitchen with my hands on my hips and stood looking at him. “A date? With who, Jaeshawn?” I yelled.

              “Stop yelling in front my seed. I said I had something to do,” He waved me off.

              I snatched a screaming Keyshawn from him and went and put him down for his nap. His ass was due for one anyway. Walking back into the living room I repeated my question. “Now what date you going on?”

              “Kaysha, I came over here to spend some time with my son. Not do this bullshit,” He pushed passed me and went to get our son.

              He sat him on the floor and opened all the fisher price learning toys he had bought him. I couldn’t help the tears that came from my eyes. I stormed out the living room and went into my bedroom and locked the door. Jaeshawn has been playing with my heart for years, and it isn’t fair. Why was I good enough to fuck, but not to go on a date, or be out in public with? I took a cigarette out my side table and sparked it. I turned my stereo and it was like Bruno Mars knew what I was going through when ‘It will rain’ came blaring through the stereo.

              “
They’ll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby. They’ll be no clear skies if I lose you baby. And just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same, if you walk away.”

             
I’ve been down with this nigga since we were younger. I wanted his fat ass before he had the money, but it was like I wasn’t enough for him. Jaeshawn and his family always had money, but I honestly wanted him for him, not what he could offer. When he started playing me, and fucking with other bitches in my face, I started to make him pay out the pocket.  I knew for sure when I had our son, I would be getting the ring, dog and picket fence. Boy was I wrong. I got the opposite, and my heart couldn’t take him falling for another woman.
I couldn’t deal with another woman living in the big condo, raising my son and being with my baby father. That shit would rip my heart apart, and he knew it.

              “Keyshawn, fell asleep. He’s in his crib. I’ll lock the door, and stop blasting depressing music and being dramatic. I left you some money on the TV stand.”

              I pulled on my cigarette and didn’t bother to answer. The money usually made me happy, but right now it didn’t do anything to me. If I could choose between lying in bed butt naked while watching re runs, I would. I grabbed my phone and dialed Brandi’s number.

              “What’s good, sissy?” She answered, yawning.

              “We’re going out tonight.” I started going through my closet.

              “On a Monday? I’m good, I have to be at the apartment tomorrow to sign papers and get furniture and shit.”

              “Come on, Brandi. Jaeshawn has a date tonight, and I need to interfere that,” I begged.

              She sucked her teeth, and knowing my sister she rolled her eyes too. “Kay, you need to stop fucking with Jaeshawn and whoever he’s dating. Yall haven’t been together, and you’re looking desperate. Just chill out, if it’s meant to be, it will happen,” She advised.

              “Really? Why because he gave you money for furniture? Or the fact that he paid for you security deposit? I swear even family aint shit,” I snapped.

              “Has nothing to do with that. I don’t feel like dragging my babies all the way to mommy’s house, and then go on a stake out for Jaeshawn.”

              “Whatever,” I sighed and ended the call.

              I played with my phone in my hand for a little while before I went to living room. I counted the money and he left me a measly thousand dollars. I threw the money in my purse and turned on some reality TV. For once I’ll be sitting in the house doing nothing, while he’s on a date with the next bitch. I had to think of something, but until then I was going to enjoy the peace and quiet while my son was sleeping.

              I sat in the back of the limo with John and a glass of cognac, trying to contain my nerves. This was my first time doing this dating shit, that I knew wouldn’t end with me getting pussy. I was more concerned with getting to know Tiara and penetrating her mind before her pussy. I wanted to know her likes, dislikes and fears. I wanted to know all about her. I knew she was probably scratching her head at the way I signed each of the cards. My family and closest friends knew me as, Jaeshawn, but the streets knew me by Larry Bird. Larry Bird, was a nigga that could flip a bird like KFC, and kill you without a second thought. Ruthless was one word to describe him, and a lot of people feared him. Jaeshawn, was the family man, caring, funny and as gentle as teddy bear.

              I decided to let her know what is early on. I didn’t want my feelings to get invested, and later on down the line she wasn’t cool with it. I told myself when I found the right woman I would show my true colors, let them get the real me. I wouldn’t hold shit back, and Tiara might be that one.  I know it’s early on, but that was how she made me feel. Spending a couple bands on her wasn’t nothing to me. She made me want to do that full time.

              “Nigga, this fuckin’ liquor got me sweating and shit,” John broke me from my thought, as he turned on the AC.

              “Yeah, me too. You nervous, nigga?”

              “Nah, we was just talking about this shit yesterday. I’m ready,” He exclaimed.

              I laughed and finished my drink. We were nearing Tiara’s block. “I feel you. Remember she got a nigga or a situationship’, “I reminded him.

              “That’s as good as done,” He chuckled.

              We pulled up to the house and I stepped out. I was rocking a pair of khakis, knitted polo sweater with a teddy bear on it, nubuck Timberlands and a long tan pea coat. I had the matching hat to the sweater with all my jewelry on. John was rocking a pair of jeans, button up shirt and Prada sneakers. He finished the outfit with a Burberry trench coat.  I rang her buzzer and held the flowers with the other one. She said they were coming down, so I stepped back and leaned against the limo. Yes, I went all out tonight. I wanted everything to be perfect.

              I had to rub my eyes when Tiara stepped out the front door. She had cut her hair off, and was rocking a short blonde pixie cut. The cut definitely was turn on and bought out her features more. She had on white wide leg pants with a pair of black strappy heels. Her feet was done fresh, and I had a thing for sexy feet. She had a crop top on that showed a little skin, but the pants were high waist. She had a trench coat hung over her shoulder and a little clutch. She smiled, and her glow was radiant. I had to get off the car and meet her halfway.

              “Damn,” I said.

              “Is that a good thing or bad?” She smiled and reached for a hug. She stood on her tippy toes and placed her arms around my neck. I kissed her cheek and smelled her perfume.

              “All good, ma’. That haircut look sexy as fuck,” I complimented.

              “Thank you. I’ve been wanting to cut it for a while. I appreciate everything today. You didn’t have to do this,” She thanked me.

              “I love it for real. This is my man, John. John, this is Tiara.”

              “Nice to meet you, beautiful. Now who is that goddess over there?” He turned his attention to her friend.

              “Oh this is Maddie. Maddie, this is John. Your secret admirer,” She giggled.

              Maddie was rocking navy blue long sleeve dress, with matching heels and a fur vest over it. She had a clutch with her as well. Her hair was down her back with cascading curls.

              “Hello, handsome,” She bluntly walked over and gave him a hug.

              “Damn, you didn’t tell me she was thick and fine. I love my women with meat on their bones.”

              “Oh snap, don’t bite me now,” She lightly tapped his hand.

              “Why? I won’t leave any marks,” He flirted.

              “What if I like it a little rough,” She flirted back.

              Tiara held her hands over her mouth, to keep from snorting. “Okay, I had enough. Where are we going?” She said through tears.

              “I have something planned. After you,” I opened the door and she got in, and Maddie followed.

              Maddie and John sat at the other end of the limo talking and acting if they knew each other their whole lives. I touched her small manicured hand and kissed it. She blushed and looked out the window.

              “I’m glad you were able to let me take you out,” I smiled, and kissed her hand, again.

              “I figured you could pay me back from all my food you ate,” She sarcastically stated.

              “Oh, word. You using me?”

              “Something like that. Who’s Larry Bird?” She got more comfortable and faced me.

              “That’s who I am in the streets,” I explained, in so much detail.

              “Ohhh, okay I got it. So why are you telling me? How you know I’m not a cop?”

              “Something tells me I can trust you,” I smirked.

              “Oh really,”

              “Yeah. You ready to enjoy yourself?”

              “I guess so,” She sounded unsure.

              “Yeah, you’re ready.” I scooted closet to her and rolled the window down slightly. The car got dark as we rode through the Holland tunnel. This felt so right to me.

                                                                      ______             

              We had sat and had dinner at this Italian restaurant in Atlantic City called,
il capriccio.
Both Tiara and Maddie were impressed and loved the food. Since it was in a casino, Maddie wanted to hit a couple tables, and John had no problem letting her gamble his money away. While they went to hit any and every table, me and Tiara sat at the slot machines with our drinks. She had already won three hundred dollars, which she insisted I cash in. I handed her more money and she continued to win more money.

              “I’m having a good time with you ma’,” I spoke up.

              She stopped messing with the machine and looked at me. “Aw, so am I. I’ve never did any of this before. It’s so new to me.” She revealed.

              “I can open you up to a whole word of things you never done before. Tell me about you, Tiara?”

              “I don’t know what to tell you. I’m quiet, sometimes. I like to have fun and I hate drama. I would rather be in the house than at a party, and I love reading. Since having my daughters last month it has been mostly about them.” She rambled on.

              “I see that, they’re beautiful. You not with your baby father, why?”  I continued to question her.

              “Nope, it’s not the fact that he has ten years, either. If he was faithful and didn’t cheat on me with numerous chicks, I would have waited the ten with him. I would even marry him, like he’s hounding me to do. The fact that he couldn’t keep his dick in only me is what kills me. How do I know he don’t have them same bitches that was at his court date visiting him too?” She vented and pulled the lever extra hard.

              “Damn he had his shorties’ at the court date too? Shit, wrong move,” I whistled. That nigga was dumb as shit. If he had this Diamond at home, it was no reason to fuck with dimes.  Didn’t he know Diamonds were worth more than dimes?

              “Yep, and my ass still stayed and went to every appearance, pregnant as hell. Taking three buses and all. Feet swollen and high risked.”

              “He want you to marry him? Why cause he locked up?”

              She looked at me, pursed her lips and pulled the lever on the slot machine. “Yep, so he can get conjugal visits. I don’t want to do it.”

              “You don’t have to do shit you don’t want to do,” I said, getting a little heated.

              “I know that. I’m not marrying him. What the hell I look like? I’ll keep visiting so he can see his kids, but I might stop that soon. He doesn’t even express concern with them, whenever he calls.”
              “Damn,” I muttered.

              “Yep, so what’s going on with you and baby mama? I know she was heated about the other night.”

              “Yeah, she was, but I didn’t do shit wrong. It aint like we together,” I shrugged.

              “Long as you keep giving her false hope about being a family, she will continue to do things like that. She aint tripping off nothing, I’ll tell you that,” She sipped from her wine glass.

              “To be completely blunt, all we do is fuck. I’ll go over there and spend time with my son and she’ll cook and do put a movie on. I don’t suggest the shit,” I stated.

              “See, that’s where you’re going wrong. Later down the line when yall both have moved on, and she has that idea that yall won’t ever be a family, and will just be co parents, it will work. But, right now while she thinking yall gonna be a family, and she’s not moving on, that confuses the shit out her.” She explained.

              “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

              “I don’t want to come in between yall shit, but I would suggest you taking your son and spending time with just him. She doesn’t always need to be there, he’s one years old. Spend weekends with him. It will start the process of letting her know that this is just us raising our son, nothing more. Furthermore stop fucking her, nasty,” she teased.

              “I’m gonna try that, but if that shit don’t work I’m holding you accountable,” I mushed her gently.

              “It will, if you do exactly how I said it. Don’t be taking your son of Friday, and dropping him off and giving her dick Sunday. It aint gonna work playa’,” She smacked her lips playfully.

              “Is that right?” I chuckled.

              I saw Maddie running over to us with a big smile. Her curls were now pinned onto the top of her head and she was smiling. “I just won two thousand dollars!” She screamed.

              “I won only three hundred. I’m giving mine to Jaeshawn,” Tiara announced.

              “Bish, me and John splitting it.  Right, Johnny?”

              “Anything, Habibi,” He said, calling her baby in Arabic. I could tell this nigga was sprung and didn’t even sniff the pussy.

              We continued gambling, drinking and enjoying each other’s company. Me and Tiara continued our conversation, while playing the slots and Maddie and John heading to turn in their winnings. My phone started ringing and the number was blocked, something told me to answer.

              “Yo,”

              “Jaeshawn, its Keyshawn. He was playing with those toys and swallowed one. He’s having trouble breathing. I’m on my way to Brooklyn Hospital now,” Kaysha sobbed into the phone. 

              “What? I’m on my way!” I yelled and ended the call.