A Trap King's Wife 1 by Jahquel J. Read Free Book Online Page A

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