All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume II, page 17
A half hour later the limo slowly turned down a long tree lined, gated driveway that lead to an enormous white mansion. The contemporary home was enhanced by a full size tennis court, basketball court and a grotto style swimming pool with waterfall and pool house. It quickly became apparent to Christian that Queen was right, she had a hell of a lot to lose by leaving Teddy.
The driver stops in what appears to be the front of the gigantic four story mansion. Christian was awe struck at the massiveness of Teddy’s home. Moments later Al, the limo driver opened the door for him to exist.
“Watch your step Dr. Love. I'll get your bags in a moment.”
“Thanks Al. Wait, let me give you a tip.” Christian said as he reaches for his wallet and takes out a hundred dollar bill.
“No, thank you Dr Love, you don't have to do that. Mr. Davine has already been more than generous with my tip.”
“Thanks again. So, how do I get in this place?”
“Don't worry. Mr. Davine will be out any second to greet you.”
As Al retrieves Christian bags from the trunk of the car, Teddy appears in the entrance and walks out to meet Christian. Dressed only in jeans, no shoes, no shirt and probably no draws, he gingerly crosses the cobble driveway to welcome his frat brother.
“What’s up my big brother from another mother? What brings you to La- La land?” Teddy asked as he greets Christian with a big grin and a warm hug. Welcome to Los Angeles, home of the notorious Los Angeles Archangels and the world renowned Earth Angel cheerleaders. Speaking of which, say hello and goodbye to the lovely Amber and La Chae. The two beautiful, skimpily dressed, barefoot women sheepishly wave and quickly head for the limo, with their heels in their hands.
Christian smiles and waves, “Hi ladies.”
“Al I need you to give Miss Amber and Miss La Chae a ride to their respective homes. Thanks.” Teddy announced as he shakes Al's hand and discreetly greases his palms with an undisclosed large wad of cash.
Al places the bills in his pocket without counting, and rushes away to open the limo door for the two obviously embarrassed young women.
“Will there be anything else Mr. Davine?”
“Naw, I'm good for now, but hang lose I may need you a little later tonight.”
“My pleasure sir.”
Teddy waves bye - bye to the girls before turning his attention back to Christian. “Sorry, the girls couldn't stay. They had a long night. But you'll meet them tonight at the party.”
“What party?”
“Shit! The party I'm throwing for you!”
“Man, I don't need a party. I just took this lay over on my way back from Vegas. I'm flying back to Baltimore in a couple of days. I thought maybe we could just hangout and chill a little.”
“Whatever you say... I just need an excuse for a party. Besides I thought that you might want to unwind with some L.A. tail before you go home. Now tell me you haven't thought about sleeping with a pro cheerleader.”
“Not lately. I'm in love with somebody special and a brutha's trying real hard not to fuck up. Trust me it ain't easy. So, although tempting, I'm gonna have to pass on that.”
“When did you get sprung and hung on a piece of ass. Man, I'm talking about grade A, government certifiably the hottest tail in LA!” Teddy laughs as they head up the sidewalk to the entrance of the mansion.
“Under different circumstances I'd take you up on that offer, but this woman has me pretty twisted.”
“What? A nigga's turning in his playa card? She must be a hell of a piece of pussy. I remember how you use to change your women as quick as you changed your boxers.”
“Yeah, well things change. I'll be the first to admit that I was a canine completely off the chain, but things are a lot different now. I finally found a way to lay my father's demons to rest and treat women with respect.”
“Shit, I wish I could get pass my canine DNA. But right now a young brutha's having the time of his life, while he's still in his prime. The only thing I'm looking for right now is newer and hotter ass.” Teddy laughed as he opened the double doors to his mansion to welcome Christian in.
“Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home. There are four master bedroom suites in addition to Queen's penthouse on the fourth floor and my suite on the third. So, find a bedroom and stay as long as you like.” Teddy said as he dropped Christian's bags at the bottom of the winding staircase in the huge foyer.
“I know that you said that your new contract was rotund but this shit right here is just booty clapping phat. But, I ain't mad at you. This is absolutely spectacular.” Christian admires the lavish decor. Impressed he grinned from ear to ear as he gave Teddy his props and a little dap. “This shit is some serious life style of the rich and extremely shameless shit right here. Congratulations man. You deserve it. I'm proud of you. You've been putting in the hard work and looks like it’s paid off.”
“Thanks man, but all this shit is Queen’s. You know me I don’t need all of this. This is Queen's Palace. I built this for her when she was here with me in L.A., you know I’ve never been down with all this ritzy, glitzy bullshit. I would fuck in a box if I could get away with it. Although, I did add on a little something just for you.”
“For me?” Christian asked puzzled.
“Yeah! Come with me, I got something to show you. You're going to love this. I thought about you when I had them design it.”
Teddy leads Christian through a maze of corridors, and up two flights of stairs before entering a very large room. He fumbles with a series of wall switches and unveils his big surprise. The lights come on to reveal an indoor, state of the art two story basketball court. Equipped with upholstered stadium style seating, electronic scoreboards, concession stand, and even a bar, it was obvious that Teddy spared no expense.
“Fuck me! Oh it's about to be on in this bitch!” Christian declared as he quickly takes his jacket and shoes off, and runs down the steps to the basketball court. “What are you waiting for? Bring your ass nigga! Let's see what you got. I'm about to wax that ass like Sue Kim at the wax parlor. And trust me I'm getting some taint when I do!”
Christian grabs one of the half dozen basketballs lying around on the sidelines of the court. He methodically throws up several jump shots hitting them all with nothing but net. Teddy remains on the upper level watching as Christian acts like a big kid in an enormous candy store. He endures about as much smack talking as he could take before joining him on the court.
“Alright, I can see you still got a little game. But I'm not sure you got enough game to wax this ass. You are the very reason I had this court built. So that one day I could spank your uppity ass all over this hardwood floor. You're the nigga I've been waiting for since the day it was finished. Let’s do this.” Teddy declared as he runs down the steps and joins Christian on the court. He retrieves a couple of balls and passes them to Christian to shoot. “We don't have to square off right now. We can come back when your old ass has had time to catch your breath. I know it's a long flight and shit and a brutha probably didn't get much sleep. So let's ....”
Christian shoots and hits a three point shot before abruptly interrupting Teddy. “Nigga, what are you going to do talk or play? What? Are you afraid that I'm going whip that ass on your own court? You forget you're in my world now Angel. This ain't Friday night lights at the Opera.”
Christian laughs as he strips down to his bare chest and drives the ball to the hole. He dribbles circles around Teddy, challenging him to take the ball. Teddy stands spellbound at center court watching Christian execute maneuver after maneuver and exhibit basketball skills he had forgot his frat brother possessed. Teddy quickly challenges Christian for the ball and they play one on one working up a quick sweat while having the time of their lives. Christian pulls up for the fade away three point jumper to win the game.
“Damn man, I forgot you were a surgeon with that rock in your hand. You're lucky I didn't have on my sneakers I'd took your ass old school.” Teddy said as he retrieves two clean towels from a rack of white towels and tosses one to Christian. Christian catches the towel and quickly towels off while catching his breath.
“Old school, new school, or private school there's not too many people that can fuck with me on this or any other basketball court. Bitch you know you can't take me one on one, ain't shit changed. But, I must admit that you've stepped up your game a bit, unfortunately I'm a natural born Rock Star.”
Teddy throws up a three point shot and misses. Christian rebounds the basketball and hurdles it towards the basket, effortlessly ringing a three pointer. He laughs as he leaves the court. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to play basketball with Teddy or anyone else for that matter. It felt good to put all the bullshit to the side and just enjoy the company of his friend.
“It’s funny how success has a way of stealing the true essence of joy out of life. I haven’t had this much fun with Teddy since college.” He thought. “Good game, man.” He conceded.
“Yeah, I guess it was a good game for you. You beat my ass twenty four to six.” Teddy laughed
“I can't believe you called me an old man. Hell, I'm only three years older than you, young gun. Not to mention I stay in the gym, every single day, just like you.”
“Whatever bitch. You alright and shit, I guess. But it ain't over yet. We'll suit up and go a few later. You want something from the bar?”
“Yeah, you got any Gatorade?” Christian asks.
Teddy walks over to the concession stand and grabs two Gatorades. “I got Gatorade, I got Vitamin Water and I got Red Bull. Hell I got a whole damn bar of beer, wine, liquor and anything else you can imagine. You want a cold one, I'm buying?”
Teddy cuts the light on at the bar and gestures for Christian to join him. Christian drapes the towel around his bare shoulders and swaggers over to the bar still dripping with perspiration.
“This is a really nice place. I bet you hardly even come in here.” Christian notes as he opens and downs a Gatorade.
Teddy plays bartender and pours two draft beers from the tap. “Actually I'm down here shooting at least two to three times a week. It helps me to unwind and take my mind off shit. My boys come over and run with me once or twice a week depending on what's going on. Everybody's schedule is so crazy with endorsements, interviews, commercials and other shit. Matter fact, let me call these niggas and get a game going. Fuck the party! I need to win my money back from some of these bitches who think they can play.”
Teddy samples a sip of the ice cold beer as he picks up the phone on the bar and makes a quick phone call. He leaves a brief muffled message on the phone before returning to his conversation with Christian. “Yeah man, we play a full court game with refs, cheerleaders, spectators and all. We have a crazy time just running ball.”
Christian nods as he takes a big sip of his draft beer. “It sounds good to me. I haven't had a good game in a while. I spend more time at the hospital than I do off. I could use a good run to work off some of this stress. I thought you were going to round up the troops?”
“I did. I called my assistant and she notifies everybody who needs to be notified. A brutha is way too busy and too rich to handle all the mundane details by himself. How do you think the car service got to the airport so fast. Your ass would still be at the airport if I had to track down a limo service on that short of a notice. I just leave all that shit to the professionals.”
“Speaking of pros, what's up with your two lady friends?”
“Here you go calling those women hoes.”
“I didn't call them hoes. I implied that they were pros. There's a big difference. And in my defense you must admit that they were wearing hooker uniforms.” Christian laughed.
“Nigga, whatever. I told you they were Earth Angels. They didn't want to come over to greet you because they had morning breath or some shit they were talking about. Anyway they're friends of mine. They're not hoes, not groupies and certainly not pros. Amber and La Chae are good people. Besides, I'm too fine to pay for pussy. There are two things that I don’t do. I don’t lie and I sure as hell don’t pay for pussy. Hell, that shit is free, especially when you look like me.”
“Hey, you're the one that said that he was too rich and too busy to handle the mundane aspects of his life. Pros seemed like a logically assumption. I mean it's a likely choice for someone, like you, who clearly is just in it for a fuck. I apologize for implying that your friends were professionals. My bad!”
“Whatever, bitch. Don't call my girls hoes, nigga. What about you? Man, you use to run so many women I use to think that you were a damn pimp. So, I know that you’re not talking.”
“I admit that I had a greedy appetite for a pretty kitty or two, but that was then and this is now. I told you that I buried all of that bullshit. I grew up. Besides, once you've tasted fine Champagne it's hard to go back to cheap ass beer.” Christian laughs as he downs the remainder of his beer and pushes his glass away.
“I know you didn't just call my beer cheap! Nigga this is imported beer.” Teddy flashes Christian a dirty look, takes his glass and pours him another beer from the tap.
“No, I wasn't referring to your beer. The beer is great. It's actually damn good. The statement was an analogy. You do know what an analogy is, do you not?”
“Fuck you nigga, I went to college just like your condescending ass. Matter fact my GPA was almost as high as yours, if my memory serves me correct.”
“Yeah, almost is the key word in that statement. Look, I know you're intelligent, but it seems like for some reason you've got hung up on stupid. What's with all the women? Come on man, knocking them down two at a time and running women all over the country, that shit ain't cool. What's going on with you? I've never seen you act like this. It's like you don't give a shit any more. Man, don't get this far and self destruct like this. One paternity suit will fuck up your whole world.”
“So, is this what all this is about? Whatever, nigga. You need to just let me be me and you concentrate on being you. I'm just trying to deal with some shit the only way I know how right now. I know I'm fucking up, but shit's getting a little better.”
“What about Queen?”
“What about her? None of this shit has anything to do with Queen.”
“So, you’re just going to fuck over her like this? Man that woman doesn't deserve this bullshit and you know it.”
“Nigga, I just said I'm trying to work through some shit.”
“Teddy, she's a good woman. If you're not going to treat her like the Queen she is… Then maybe you should let her go.”
“Queen ain't going no damn where. I treat her like a goddess. I'm just trying to deal with shit the only way I know how, right now. Cut me a break.”
“You know that you can talk to me if you need to. I'm not saying I got all the answers, but I'll find them. You're starting to worry me.”
“What nigga? You’re a shrink now? Talk to you about what, Chris? Come on man. It's not that deep and it’s really not that damn serious. And it’s for damn sure none of your fuckin business.”
“I'm just saying that I know that you don't really want to keep treating women like toilet tissue, especially not Queen.”
“Hey, stop bringing Queen into this. I love that girl. Look man I'm not that cold hearted. I'm just enjoying life. Matter of fact let's change the damn subject, cause I don't even want to talk about it anymore. Nothing’s wrong with me. I'm just having a little fun. So, let's leave it there for now. Queen understands me. She's got my back and we're working out our shit on the daily. And neither one of us is going no fucking were. You can believe that shit! Cool?”
Alright cool! I didn't mean for the shit to get heavy, but it needed to be said, so, I said it. We’re brothers and shit and I don’t want to see you self destruct like this.”
“So, what about you? Dish the dirt, bitch. Now, are you really thinking about retiring your pompoms for this chick or what? And by pompom I mean your balls, just so there is no confusion.” Teddy laughed.
“Hell Yeah! This woman's got my balls, my dick and my ass in check. If I can just get her away from this douche that she's strung out on. I'd marry her ass tomorrow.” Christian nods as he takes a big sip of his second beer.
“Hold up, she got a man? Are you serious? Are you even getting any pussy on the regular?”
“No, but I am close. She’s trying to figure some shit out and I don’t want to press her.”
“Nigga, close only counts in horseshoes and shit.”
“I mean she got a man but he's always traveling out of state and shit. So, she really don't even see him, but she's holding on to his ass cause he's got a little cash and he's got her mind twisted up with mind games and shit. So, she don’t want to fuck up her shit by sleeping with me. And I’m in it for more than a fuck. So, I’m going to be patient and let her figure out what she wants to do. Cause sooner or later he's going to fuck up enough that she'll get fed up. I stake my life on that bullshit.”
“If you want her ass, just take her. Don't sit here and whine about some other nigga who occasionally chooses to plow that field. Stamp your name in that pussy every night and let the fur fly wherever it lands.”
“Hell, that dumb ass, fool doesn't even know I'm prospecting his field. The nigga's too busy planting everybody else farm, except his own. I'm about to tell his stupid ass to just move the fuck on.” Christian laughs.
“Don't talk to that nigga. Talk to that pussy. Tell that pussy who it belongs to it. Tell that pussy who loves it and who takes good care of it. Put your face down there and talk to that pussy until it talks back to you. Do that and the pussy will tell your girl to tell that limp dick bitch to hit the fuckin bricks, quick.”
