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

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,