All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume I (61 page)

"There's
nothing
wrong
with
you
Queen.
 
You're
just
an
over
sexed
twenty
one
year
old
trying
to
get
over
yet
another
unfaithful
boyfriend
the
best
way
she
knows
how."
 
She
convinced
herself.

"Bear,
promise
me
that
you
want
tell
anyone."
 
She
begged.

"I
promise.
 
You
know
I
wouldn
’
t
do
that.
 
Now
promise
me
this
won't
be
the
last
time
we
share
our
little
secret."

Queen
smiled.
 
"I
can
definitely
promise
you
that."

Teddy
kissed
her
hard
and
deep,
before
sampling
the
sweet
nectar
of
Queen's
love
one
more
time.
 
Uninhibited
and
liberated
Queen
soon
enjoyed
yet
another
volcanic
orgasm.
 

Although
they
both
agreed
to
bury
their
secret
love
there
amidst
the
wild
flowers
they
knew
that
this
thing
that
was
brewing
between
them
was
spiraling
far
beyond
their
control
and
was
far
from
over.

Days
passed
and
Queen
had
still
not
gotten
the
courage
up
to
speak
to
Paul.
 
Despite
her
frequent
romps
with
both
Teddy
and
Logic
she
still
missed
Paul
so
much
it
hurt.
 
It
was
an
ugly
viscous
cycle.
 
The
more
she
missed
him
the
more
it
hurt.
 
And
the
more
it
hurt
the
less
she
wanted
to
think
about
him
or
their
situation.
 
And
the
less
she
thought
about
him
the
closer
she
grew
to
Logic.
 
At
this
point
she
really
just
wanted
it
to
be
over
and
done
with
so
that
she
could
go
on
with
her
life.
 

Still
a
part
of
her
wanted
to
hear
something,
anything
that
would
allow
her
to
forgive
him
and
take
him
back.
 
But
even
if
she
did,
would
he
want
her
back
if
he
had
any
idea
what
she
had
done
while
they
were
apart.
 
In
a
little
less
than
two
weeks
she
had
managed
to
sleep
with
both
Logic
and
Teddy.

Naturally,
neither
one
of
them
knew
that
she
was
sleeping
with
the
other.
 
To
make
matters
worse,
both
of
them
were
awe
struck
and
falling
harder
and
harder
for
her
as
the
days
went
by.
 
Still
she
tried
to
impress
upon
them
that
she
wasn't
ready
for
anything
beyond
sex.
 
Yet
they
were
more
than
willing
to
take
whatever
piece
of
her
she
was
willing
to
relinquish.

"What
a
fucking
disaster!"
 
She
thought
one
morning
as
she
stared
in
the
mirror
at
a
Queen
she
no
longer
knew.

Not
that
she
looked
bad.
 
In
fact
she
looked
fabulous.
 
Her
hair
was
shiny,
her
skin
was
soft
and
she
had
an
extremely
beautiful
glow.
 
It's
true
what
they
say,
vitamin
D
does
a
body
real
good.
 
But,
what
she
discovered
was
different
about
her
was
her
countenance
and
her
new
attitude
towards
men
and
relationships.
 

She
was
no
longer
willing
to
give
herself
completely
to
one
man.
 
Yes,
Logic
and
Teddy
had
free
reign
of
her
body,
but
her
heart
and
emotions
were
closely
guarded.
 
And
she
was
quick
to
pull
back
if
they
tried
to
get
too
close.
 
Queen
knew
that
this
wasn't
healthy.
 
And
she
really
didn't
want
to
be
a
bitter,
lonely
hoe
unable
to
commit
to
anyone
or
anything
except
a
stiff
dick
and
a
wet
energetic
tongue.
 
Still,
she
had
been
hurt
one
too
many
times
to
subject
herself
to
another
imminent
visit
to
the
heartbreak
hotel.

So,
she
made
a
decision.
 
She
would
finally
talk
to
Paul
and
hear
his
side
of
the
story.
 
If
nothing
else
it
would
free
her
to
love
again.
 
Spring
break
was
coming
up
in
two
days.
 
She
decided
to
talk
to
him
before
she
went
home.
 
At
least
if
things
didn't
go
well
she
didn't
have
to
deal
with
him
for
a
few
weeks.
 

Paul
had
called
her
like
clockwork
at
ten
in
the
morning
and
at
ten
at
night
for
the
past
couple
of
weeks.
 
Usually
she
just
ignored
his
call
and
let
it
go
straight
to
her
voicemail.
 
But
today
she
was
prepared
to
talk.
 
It
was
a
few
minutes
before
ten
and
she
said
a
silent
prayer
while
she
waited
for
her
cell
to
ring.
 
Moments
later
her
phone
rang.

"Hello."
 
She
answered.

"Queen?"

"Yeah,
it's
me."

"Oh
my
God!
 
I
didn't
expect
you
to
pick
up."

"Yeah,
well
it's
time
to
get
this
over
with,
so
that
both
of
us
to
can
get
on
with
our
lives."

"Queen
please
don't
say
it
like
that.
 
You
haven't
even
heard
what
I
have
to
say.
 
Please
just
hear
me
out
before
you
write
me
off."

"Okay,
so
where
and
when
do
you
want
to
do
this?"

"We
can
meet
here..."

"No,
that's
not
going
to
happen."

"Well,
I
can
come
over
there."

"Hell,
no!
 
That's
really
not
going
to
fly.
 
We
need
to
meet
somewhere
that
is
very
public,
but
still
private
enough
that
we
can
talk."