All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume II, page 22
“I don't know man. He said he was trying to rearrange some stuff. But he's not sure he's going to get out of LA in time.”
“Yeah, that's what he told me the other night when I talked to him. I picked up his tuxedo when I picked up mine. I guess we got to play the wait and see game.”
“Yeah I guess so.”
“Okay, man I’d better get back to work so I can get out of here.”
“Alright, well I'll see you tonight. Hey call Teddy and see if he's making any progress.”
“Yeah let me see what's up. I'll call you back.”
Christian grabs the chart he was looking through and heads to an isolated spot at the nursing station. While he maneuvers through the numbers in his phone trying to locate Teddy's number his phone abruptly rings.
“Hi it's Dr. Love.”
“Dr. Love, the Pussyologist, now that's some funny ass shit. What's up nigga? It's your baby brother. Did you get my tux?”
“I was just getting ready to call you. Yeah, I got it last night. Are you coming? Please tell me that you are coming.”
“I'm trying. Right now it's still up in the air. But it won't be for lack of effort.”
“You know the Bachelor party is tonight, right?”
“Oh yeah, where are you taking him?”
“Some titty bar downtown. Jon, found the spot. It’s suppose to be a nice, upscale club. We reserved the VIP room with a dozen private dancers. We're going to meet up with Jade and her girls at the Penthouse of the Bayview Hotel, later.”
“Sounds good. Buy, him a few lap dances for me.”
“Will do.”
“Look, don't let him get caught up tonight. Lap dances are cool. But don't let that nigga out of your sight. And don't let those fools trick him into doing something stupid. You're the Best Man. It's your job to keep him out of trouble. Shit can get pretty wild at those parties.”
“Hey, you know I'm on it. The guys are going to be guys and dick around, but it'll be okay. Just get here. Everybody's looking for you.”
“Look, I'm trying. Mye Queen is as mad as hell.”
“You don’t have to tell me. She hasn’t talked about anything else since you told her you weren’t going to be able to make it. You do realize that it has been awhile since you’ve been over this way.”
“Shit you don’t have to tell me. Every time I climb in that big ass bed without her I know exactly how long it has been.”
“Yeah I guess it’s been pretty hard for both of you.” Christian joked.
“Tee – hee- hee. Real funny. Hey, I got a call that I got to take. I'll get back at you.”
“Yeah, I got to get back to work myself.”
“Look I’ll see you tomorrow. I don’t know how, but I’m going to make it there.”
“I hope so. It won’t be the same without you.”
“Yeah, I know. Let me get on this call and see what I can do.”
“Call me when you get here. See you tomorrow man.” Christian hangs up the phone just as a nurse calls him to deliver Mrs. Wilkins’ baby.
CHAPTER 27
Queen drop's her keys on the table as she kicks off her shoes and quickly goes through the stack of mail on the end table in her foyer before spotting a note from her mom. She reads the note. “Queen, something came for you. I told them to put it in the garage. Have fun tonight and be safe. Love, Mom.”
“In the garage? Oh hell no! Queen throws the mail and the note on the table and runs through the kitchen and snatches the garage door open. As she hits the light switch she immediately screams.”
“Oh my God!”
Queen eyes quickly focus on a black on black, blacked out convertible Cadillac CXT. She slowly entered the garage and carefully runs her hand over the black convertible with black tinted windows, black leather interior, black convertible top and twenty two inch black on chrome custom rims. “Oh hell yeah! This shit is hot as fire! Damn, this man really knows how to spoil a woman.”
Queen opened the door of the convertible and slid into the driver’s seat. As her eyes gleamed slowly over the fine leather she noticed the arm rest. She hesitated before cautiously opening it up. Inside she found a greeting card in a lilac envelope. She gingerly took the card out of the envelope and read it's simple message – “I'm sorry... Forgive me.”
Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as she pondered the message. She turned her focus to the small envelope which she had removed from the card. She opened the small envelope and removed the Plum- American Express card issued in the name of- Mye Beloved Queen. She stared at the card. “No damn way! Wow, a damn Plum card! If I could just find a way to keep his dick out of these tricks, I'd have a definite keeper.”
Queen wipes the trail or tears from her cheeks. She takes a big breath and sighs before she turns the key that was dangling in the ignition. The CD player came on playing the Hall and Oakes’ classic Old School single- Baby Come Back. Queen shook her head and laughed as she tried to cue the next song only to find that there was only one song on the entire CD. “Bear you are so damn silly. Unbelievable! Okay. I guess a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Let me call my boo. Queen pushed the car phone button and noticed that there was one missed call. Teddy's private number showed up when she checked the number. She pressed dial to return his call but she got his voice mail.
“Papa Bear, me like. Give me a call.” Before she could finish the message, the call waiting signal interrupts her message. She answers the incoming call, which of course was from her Teddy Bear. “Hey, I was leaving you a message.”
“Yeah I know, I was on an important call and I couldn't click over right away. So I see you finally got my gift.”
“You've been on the phone all day.”
“You're telling me. So I hear you got a new Kitty Kat.”
“A girl could always use a spare. I see you brought out the big gun this time.”
“No, the big gun is still in my pants where you told me to keep it.” Teddy laughed. “I'll bring the big gun when I come.”
“You know, you could save yourself a whole lot of money if you'd just stop fucking up.” Queen joked.
“Oh, you got jokes. You know money ain't shit to me. I just want to make sure you know that you mean everything to me. Did you get the card?”
“Yeah I got it. Me like. So what's my credit limit?”
“I was talking about the greeting card, nigglet. It's an American Express Plum card. You don't have a spending limit.”
“Damn my baby got it like that?”
“For you? I got it like that and then some.”
“Yeah I read the greeting card. Blah - Blah- Blah. I've heard it so many times before.”
“Damn, you can't cut a brutha any slack?”
“Maybe if the brutha would break a sista off some dick on the regular she'd be more inclined to cut him some slack.”
“Isn't that how I got in trouble in the first place?” Teddy laughed.
“Okay, you think this shit is funny, with your smart ass self. We'll see if you're laughing when my new man is making both of your Kitty Kats purr like kittens. Not to mention, helping me spend your damn money.” Queen joked.
“Yeah, now that's some funny ass bullshit. On the real side of things, I wish a bitch would fuck with you tonight or any other night. And don't even get me started on the thought of you letting some broke ass nigga drive my shit and spend my hard earned loot. That's okay, I'll be up sooner than you can imagine and I'm gonna blow your back out. And for the record you are as evil as hell when you get horny.”
“Whatever, nigga. It's been three months, ninety whole days since I've had some dick. So, just stop making excuses, get here and handle your business. That's all I'm saying.”
“Hey, it's been ninety days of hell for me too. You seem to have forgotten that. If I have my way I'll be there tonight. Did you get my kitty waxed?”
“Kitty is waxed, relaxed and ready to play ball. I even got the arrow.”
“I thought I told you that I didn't need an arrow to show me the way to paradise.”
“And I thought I told you that neither the wax nor the arrow were for you.” Queen laughed.
“Queen, I know that you're just kidding around and shit. But, please stop playing like that. I haven't been able to get that shit out of my mind all day. I swear to God, I'll catch a mother fucking charge if anybody fucks around with you. Look I know that I fucked up and I am sorry. I don't know how else to say it. But that shit is over. I've been faithful for the last ninety days, just like I promised. Don't do this bullshit.”
“Stop acting like a girl. Damn, I can't even play with you anymore. Let's just drop it. And for the record, since we're documenting shit, stop being sorry and start being faithful. Let's just wipe the slate clean and move on. I got over that slut months ago. I've just been tripping lately. The wedding is just making it clear that I really want what Jade has.”
“What's that?”
“…A husband not a boyfriend and definitely not a half ass piece of a man, regardless of how much money he has..”
“Then say yes, for once. Queen, I've asked you to marry me a half a dozen times. And you've turn me down every single time. What do you want me to do?”
“I keep saying no, because you keep asking me with your mouth and your wallet. Maybe, I'd say yes, if just once you'd ask me with your heart. Get your shit together and ask me with your heart and we'll see.”
“You're right. And since the record is still out, let the record show that I want what Dorian has.”
“Oh yeah, and what's that?”
“…A wife like Jade that don't drive a nigga crazy every five seconds.”
“Whatever. Too bad, you're stuck with me. I got to get going. I have to pick her up in less than an hour.”
“Yeah? You taking the Caddy?”
“I want to. Is it registered?”
“It better be. I ordered it over a month ago. They said everything was taken care of a week ago. I was just waiting for your American Express card to arrive, before I authorized delivery. Look in the glove compartment. The registration should be in there.”
“Will do. Thank you for the spare Kitty and the Plum delicious American Express card. And just in case there's any doubt, how appreciative I am, you are so getting your dick sucked when I see you.”
“That's a given.” Teddy laughed. “I Love you Mye Queen.”
“Love you too My King.”
Queen hangs up the phone and checks the glove box for the car registration. To her surprise she finds a small, red velvet, heart shaped, ring box with a red satin bow. She took a big breath and held it to her heart. “Please God, don't let this be what I think it is. Tonight is not the night. I feel guilty enough.”
She cautiously peeps in the ring box to find a small note neatly folded and stuffed in the ring slot. She unfolds the note, written in Teddy's handwriting, and reads it aloud. "Mye Queen, let's talk about this when I arrive. I think it's finally time. I love you with all that I am, all that I have and all that I hope to be. Your King, Teddy."
Queen carefully refolded the note and stuffed it back in the ring box before putting the box back in the glove compartment. She sighs, grabs the American Express card, shoves it in her bra and runs upstairs to get dressed. “And so we shall my King.”
CHAPTER 28
Christian and Dorian follow a beautiful young woman as she leads them into the private room of an upscale Baltimore Gentleman's club known as Phat Kats. No expense has been spared to decorate this lavish, stately room which boasted twenty, kingly, high-back, black leather chairs strategically positioned around a low rise stage. As they enter the room the men applaud Dorian's arrival. Several of the guys come over to congratulate him as a scantily dressed hostess greets Christian.
“Good evening, my name is Fanci. I will be your hostess for the evening. By any chance are you Mr. Swan our guest of honor?”
“Hello Fanci, actually I'm Christian Love, the Best Man. This is Dorian Swan, the Groom.”
“Hi Fanci, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Dorian grinned.
“Great, it's my pleasure to meet you both. Please follow me and I will show you to your seats Mr. Swan and Mr. Love.”
“Actually it's Mr. Swan and Dr. Love. Dorian winks at Christian as they followed the curvaceous young woman to two throne like seats at the center of the stage.”
“My mistake Dr. Love I was not aware that you were a doctor. You're so young.”
“It's not really a big deal. Dorian's just joking around, because of my last name.”
“Oh, so you're really not a doctor?” Fanci pouts, as she licked her lips and quickly surveyed Christian for a wedding ring.
“He's a doctor alright. In fact he's a single doctor who is...”
“Uh, Mr. Swan, I am sure that Fanci is really not interested in my personal life.”
“Oh, on the contrary. I am extremely intrigued. So what type of medicine do you practice Dr. Love?”
“Dr. Love is a gynecologist at Her Lady of Mercy Hospital downtown.”
“You would think that Dr. Love is a deaf mute, the way that you keep answering for him.” Christian discreetly whispers to Dorian in a futile attempt to get him to stop his shameless attempt at match making. “Nigga, stop it! The last time I checked tonight is about you not about me.”
“Hey, I'm just trying to help you out. I got a warm one waiting for me after I've had a few stiff ones. What about you?” Dorian mumbles beneath his breath loud enough that only Christian could to hear.
“A Gynecologist? Well that's good to know. Maybe I can get your card Dr. Love before the night is over.”
Christian smiles politely. “I'm not sure that I have one with me.”
“Gentlemen here are your seats. Please make yourselves comfortable and don't hesitate to let me know if there is absolutely anything that I can personally do to make your night more pleasurable.”
“Thank you, Fanci.” Christian responded with a polite smile..
“Would you like to start the evening off with a drink or champagne before the show? Perhaps cigars will be in order?”
“Why don't you bring out champagne and cigars for everyone? Thanks.” Christian decided.
“It would be my pleasure.”
“Thank you Fanci. Hey, here is one of Dr. Love's cards. I just happen to have an extra one. Give him a call.”
Fanci takes Christian’s business card from Dorian and places it in her bra. She smiles and winks at Christian as he watches the card magically disappear in Fanci's ample cleavage.
Christian instantly flashes her an, “I'm so ashamed to know him” smile.
“Great, I'll give you a call. I'll be right back with the champagne.”
Fanci walks away in full rump shaker style. Her rotund booty bounced effortless from left to right as she strolled away. She devilishly looked over her shoulder to make sure Christian was watching the show as she flashed a big brilliant smile. Naturally, Christian like every other man in the room within eye shot enjoyed the view.
“Unfucking believable! We're not in here five minutes and you're trying to hook me up with a stripper. Christian shakes his head in disbelief.”
“Hey, she's a hostess, not a stripper. Besides, pussy is pussy. Especially, when you're not getting any. You better stop playing around with Queen and take home that Fanci Kat that wants to play with your balls.”
“She's a hostess in a strip club. Fine as hell but she still works in a strip club. And what part of me leads you to believe that I need you to hook me up?”
“The part that's sprung on unavailable ass. All I'm saying is that you need to get on that. Big eyes, big butt and an ‘I'll suck your dick if you let me smile.’ What more can you want?”
“Nigga, try to focus. Again, tonight isn't about me. I have one goal and one goal only tonight and that is to get your monkey ass to the after party, uncompromised.”
“That's all well and good, but I am going to make sure that, that dry as the Mojave desert dick of yours gets wet tonight.”
“Bitch, you don't even have a chance in hell of sucking my dick, tonight or any other night.” Christian laughs as he removes a cigar from the cigar box on the table between their two chairs. He clips the tip off the cigar with a cigar cutter, lights it and takes a big puff and blows it in Dorian’s direction. “Not to mention, even if I liked cock, like you, which I don't, you would be so fucking out of your league. You fugly mother fucka.”
“Nigga fuck you.”
“Not in this life you won't.” They laugh as Fanci returns with an expensive bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“Whatever nigga. I promised Teddy that I'd get you some pussy tonight. So whatever it takes. You'll thank me tomorrow.”
“I should have known that nigga had something to do with this bullshit. Look, right now I don't have time for the extra drama. I’m busy as hell and I really don’t have time to chase tail. Besides, you're the nigga that's about to go on new booty lock down. You should be concentrating on your inch worm of a dick. Matter of fact let's catch up with these niggas and get you a lap dance.”
Christian motions over a couple of small waist, ghetto booty dancers and pointed to Dorian. They immediately go to work to earn their tip.
“Ladies, this is the Groom. Make him happy.” Dorian quickly downs a glass of champagne and sinks back in the luxurious leather chair to watch them work.
“Damn, no more new booty smell.”
“Yeah, till death do you part. Till death do you part. You do know that 'I do.' is the longest sentence in the world.”
“Fuck it. Who needs a new booty cutie when you got an ass like Jade's waiting for you at home.”
“Oh yeah, Jade does have a nice ass. Real nice...” Christian's voice trails off as a third dancer shakes her ass in his face before grinding in his lap.
“Shit, who am I kidding. A brother loves drama.”
“Hey, that's all I've been trying to say. A little drama could be interesting. Besides, the shit's just going to get harder and harder as the night goes on.”
“You're so right about that.” Christian licks his lips as he watches his dancer suck her finger, smack her own ass, gather her breasts together and jiggle them within inches of his mouth.
