All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume I (41 page)

"Oh
hell
no!
 
No,
she
did
not
say
…
.
 
Did
she
just
say
what
I
think
I
heard
her
say?"

Paul
laughed.
 
"I'm
not
sure
what
you
heard,
but
I
thought
I
heard
her
imply
that,
that
ain't
all
you.
 
Maybe
you're
over
compensating
for
a
tiny,
little
shortcoming."

"You
heard
me,
or
did
I
stutter?"
 
Queen
retorted.
 
"There's
more
stuffing
in
those
briefs
than
a
Thanks
Giving
turkey."

"Okay...
 
Man
I
know
this
is
your
woman
but
there
is
only
one
way
to
straighten
this
bullshit
out."
 
Teddy
declared.
“
There
ain
’
t
a
damn
thing
little
or
tiny
about
me.
”

"Don't
do
it
man.
 
She
was
just
playing."
 
Paul
laughed

Queen
was
suddenly
horror
struck
as
she
realized
what
Teddy's
devious
mind
had
contrived.
 
There
was
no
place
to
run
or
to
hide.
 
"Don't
you
even
think
about
it!"
 
She
barked
in
an
attempt
to
evade
the
inevitable.
 

"I
can
play
about
a
lot
of
things
but
the
ding
dong
ain't
one
of
them."
 
Teddy
announced
with
a
malevolent
voice.
 
"Because
this
is
some
of
God's
finest
work."

"You
wouldn't
dare!"
 
Queen
challenged.

Teddy
devilishly
grinned
as
he
hooked
his
right
and
left
thumbs
in
the
waistband
of
his
bright
yellow
bikini
trunks
and
rapidly
slid
them
over
his
tight,
chocolate
ass
releasing
a
deadly
anaconda
which
purposely
slithered
from
side
to
side
a
little
better
than
midway
his
thick
muscular
thigh.
 
Then
he
stood
there,
arms
raised
high
for
the
world
to
see
his
spectacular
physique.
 
"What's
up,
Mye
Queen?"

The
good
girlfriend
in
her
told
her
to
close
her
eyes
tightly
and
look
away.
 
But
the
naughty
side
of
her
said,
"Fuck
that,
this
I
have
to
see!"
  
She
watched
in
unbelief
as
Teddy
stood
proud
before
her
butt
crack,
ass
out,
naked.

Shocked
and
speechless
Queen
sat
there
gawking,
with
her
jaw
unhinged.
 
It
was
almost
like
time
had
stopped
as
she
gazed
upon,
argumentatively
one
of
the
finest
bodies
she
had
ever
seen.
 
The
size-
length
and
girth
of
his
dick
alone
was
enough
to
make
the
average
girl
weak
at
the
knees
and
wet
in
the
bush.
 
But,
the
total
package,
including
his
body,
charisma
and
swagger
was
more
than
enough
to
make
Queen
wish
that
she
was
single.
 
"This
man
is
a
fuckin
freak
of
nature!"
 
She
thought.
 

Paul
who
was
laughing
hysterically
finally
recovers
enough
to
put
his
hands
over
Queen's
eyes.
 
"Okay!
 
Show's
over.
 
Put
your
damn
draws
on
nigga.
 
And
put
that
damn
thing
back
in
its
cage
before
you
poke
my
girl's
eye
out."

"Right
after
Queen
apologizes.
 
What's
up
Mye
Queen?
 
Tell
me
something."

Queen
who
was
still
trying
to
regain
her
ability
to
speak
somehow
sarcastically
conceded,
"Words
cannot
say
just
how
sorry
I
am."
 
But,
in
her
mind
she
finished
that
statement
with,
"Sorry
I
didn't
meet
you
at
another
time
and
in
another
place."

Queen
didn't
really
realize
just
how
sorry
she
would
be.
 
The
image
of
Teddy's
nude
body
haunted
her
thoughts,
her
dreams
and
her
fantasies
for
weeks
and
even
months
to
come.
 
Occupying
her
every
idle
thought
she
was
convinced
that
she'd
never
get
it
or
him
out
of
her
head.
 

Time
past
quickly
and
Queen
and
Paul
enjoyed
and
endured
a
unique
love
based
on
trust,
honesty,
respect
and
of
course,
sensational
sex.
 
Their
appetite
for
each
other
was
only
surpassed
by
their
passion
and
determination
to
please.
 
Their
bodies
meshed
nightly
in
a
symphony
of
good
loving
that
can
only
be
classified
as
splendiferous.

As
perfect
as
they
were
together
there
still
remained
those
persistent
bitches
from
the
Hater
Nation
who
truly
believed
that
they
were
destined
to
be
Paul's
queen.
 
After
Jaydan's
fake
baby
mama
trauma
was
exposed
she
gracefully
bowed
out
of
the
stiff
competition
for
Queen
for
a
Day.
 
This
propelled
Zoey
to
the
front
of
the
pack
of
jackals
determined
to
steal
Queen's
man.

Zoey
was
a
spoiled
little
rich
bitch
whose
daddy
bought
her
everything
she
ever
wanted.
 
The
problem
was
that
what
she
wanted
most
was
not
for
sale.
 
Zoey
had
been
crushing
on
Paul
since
her
freshman
year
at
FDC.
 
Now,
a
senior
she
was
desperate
to
hook
up
with
him
and
lock
him
down
before
he
was
drafted
into
the
NFL.
 
Unfortunately,
Queen
was
his
reigning
Boo
and
he
had
no
intentions
of
replacing
her.
 
So,
needless
to
say
dethroning
her
was
going
to
require
some
sneaky,
freaky,
download,
back
door,
grimy
shit.
 
And
Zoey
was
not
above
getting
low
and
dirty
to
get
the
blow
job
done.

When
opportunity
knocks
you
have
to
be
prepared
to
answer.
 
Zoey
was
a
manipulative
little
opportunist
who
somehow
had
a
way
of
spinning
every
adverse
situation
in
her
favor.
 
And
there
was
absolutely
no
way
that
she
was
going
to
miss
her
chance
to
finally
get
her
hands
in
Paul's
pants.
 

It
could
only
be
attributed
to
destiny
or
fate
the
way
a
seemingly
unrelated
chain
of
events,
somehow,
perfectly
aligned
themselves
to
create
an
opportunity
of
a
lifetime
for
Zoey's
dreams
to
finally
come
true.
 
It
started
earlier
that
morning
when
Zoey
overheard
an
innocent
conversation
between
Queen
and
Paul.

"What's
up
with
that
scarf?"
 
Paul
asked
as
he
watched
Queen
drape
a
bright
multicolor
scarf
around
her
neck.

"What,
you
don't
like
my
scarf?
 
What's
wrong
with
it?"

"It's
nothing
wrong
with
it.
 
I'm
just
trying
to
figure
out
what
it's
for."

"Well,
apparently
somebody,
who
will
remain
nameless,
in
their
zeal
to
please
left
a
mark
on
my
neck.
 
Need
I
say
more?"
 
Queen
sarcastically
responded.

"Let
me
see
it."

Queen
pulled
the
scarf
off
to
reveal
a
small
red
hickey
on
the
side
of
her
neck,
near
her
shoulder.
 
"See,
what
you
did?"

"Queen
you
can
hardly
see
that
shit.
 
Besides,
do
you
really
believe
that
people
don't
know
that
we're
having
sex?
 
Nobody's
going
to
even
notice
that
little
spot.
 
The
scarf
will
just
bring
attention
to
it.
 
Matter
of
fact
give
it
here."
 
Paul
said
as
he
pulled
the
scarf
out
of
Queen's
hand."

Queen
quickly
tried
to
grab
it
back.
 
"Give
it
back."

"No,
not
until
you
make
me
a
promise."

"What's
that?"

"Promise
me
that
I
won't
ever
see
this
scarf
again
unless
you're
using
it
to
tie
my
ass
up?"

"What?"
 
Queen
laughed.
 
"If
you
don't
like
the
scarf
then
just
say
so."

"It's
not
that
I
don't
like
this
particular
scarf.
 
I
just
don't
like
scarves.
 
They
creep
me
out.
 
So,
unless
you're
using
a
scarf
to
tie
me
up,
blindfold
me,
or
some
other
shit,
then
I
don't
won't
see
one."

"Let
me
find
out
your
big
ass
is
afraid
of
a
little
silk
scarf."
 
Queen
joked.

"I
didn't
say
I
was
afraid.
 
I
said
it
gives
me
the
Willies."

"So,
if
I
were
to
blindfold
you
and
do
some
utter,
gutter,
down
low
hoe
stuff..."

"Then
that
damn
scarf
would
be
my
best
friend."

Queen
laughed
as
she
retrieved
the
scarf
from
him
and
tucked
it
in
her
purse.
 
"Give
my
scarf
back
before
you
lose
it.
 
My
mother
gave
me
this
scarf.
 
You
big
freak."