All Mye Queen's Men, Chronicles of Love - Volume I (38 page)

"What's
this?"

"It's
a
note
from
Zoey.
 
She
left
it
on
the
windshield
of
the
truck.
 
I
guess
she
thought
you
were
driving
it."

"What
does
it
say?"

"Honestly
I
don't
know.
 
I
just
read
enough
of
it
to
know
that
it
wasn't
for
me."

"Tear
it
up.
 
I
don
t
want
it."
 
Paul
said
as
he
refused
to
take
it.

"You
don't
even
know
what
it
says.
 
Here
read
it."
 
Queen
insisted
as
they
headed
for
the
library.

"I
don't
need
to
read
it,
because
I
don't
give
a
damn
what
Zoey
has
to
say.
I
don
’
t
have
time
for
Zoey
and
her
bullshit.
 
I
came
to
see
you."

"Yeah,
but
you
still
should
at
least
read
it.
 
Who
knows,
you
may
have
another
episode
of
baby
mama
trauma
on
your
hands."

"Oh
I
see
you
got
jokes."
 
He
laughed.
 
"The
only
person
that
can
possibly
give
me
any
baby
mama
trauma
at
this
point
is
you.
 
What?
 
You
got
something
that
you
want
to
tell
me?"

"Hell
to
the
hell
no."
 
Queen
declared.
 
"I've
got
enough
on
my
plate
without
that
bullshit.
 
Besides
my
mother
would
whip
my
ass
if
I
got
pregnant
my
senior
year."

"I
got
enough
shit
on
my
plate
too.
 
That's
why,
you
can
keep
your
note
from
Ms.
Zoey.
 
I
just
say
no
to
drugs
and
hoes.
 
Hell
I
can
barely
handle
you
without
entertaining
her
bullshit."

"Just
read
it
and
get
it
over
with."
 
Queen
insisted.

"Okay,
if
you
want
me
to,
I'll
read
it.
 
Give
it
here.
 
Let's
see...
'Dear
Paul,
blah,
blah,
blah,
yah-dah,
yah-dah,
yah-dah,
etc.,
etc.,
etc...
Oh
shit!
 
This
is
one
scandalous
ass
trick!
 
Queen,
did
you
read
this
shit?"
He
laughed
as
he
showed
her
Zoey's
raunchy
love
note.

"Okay
I
lied.
 
Yes.
 
Unfortunately,
I
did
and
I
was
wrong
for
doing
it.
 
But
in
my
defense,
once
I
started
I
couldn't
stop.
 
I'm
sorry."
 
She
admitted.

"What
are
you
talking
about?
 
I
don't
give
a
damn
if
you
read
it.
 
Hell,
you
could
have
thrown
the
shit
in
the
trash
for
all
that
I
care.
 
Queen,
I
don't
have
any
secrets
from
you.
 
Why
are
you
apologizing
and
why
did
you
lie
about
reading
it?"

"Look,
I
just
can't
get
caught
up
in
this
obsessive,
possessive
jealous
bullshit.
 
Reading
notes
these
tricks
stick
in
your
man's
pocket
is
where
it
all
starts.
 
So,
I'm
just
saying
that
it
was
wrong
and
I'm
not
doing
it
any
more.
 
I
trust
you."

"Queen,
before
you
catch
it
in
full
throttle
I
might
as
well
warn
you.
 
Shit
gets
really
crazy,
so
I
don't
want
you
to
flip
out
over
no
pre
fab
bullshit.

"What
exactly
are
you
talking
about?"
 
She
asked
puzzled.

"Girls,
come
onto
me,
almost
constantly,
sometimes
pretty
strong.
 
I
mean,
they'll
walk
up
and
start
rubbing
up
against
me.
 
They'll
kiss
me
in
my
mouth.
 
Sometimes
they
even
grab
my
shit.
 
You
know
wild
stuff
like
that.
 
I
just
don't
want
you
to
think
anything's
going
down,
when
it's
not."

"What
do
you
want
me
to
say?
 
I
won't
have
a
problem
with
it
as
long
as
your
reaction
indicates
that
you
are
not
with
it.
 
And
provided
you
at
least
make
an
attempt
to
get
them
off
of
you.
 
Now,
if
it
appears
that
you're
not
trying
to
stop
it,
then
you're
going
to
have
a
big
problem.
 
I
might
as
well
warn
you
now.
 
Those
skanks
are
not
going
to
be
my
problem.
 
They're
your
problem.
 
You
however
are
my
problem.
 
Translation,
I
am
not
going
to
address
their
behavior
just
yours.
 
I'm
not
usually
a
jealous
person,
however
I
am
not
a
fool.
 
So,
they
can
climb
all
over
you
all
day
long,
but
I'd
strongly
suggest
you
make
them
climb
back
down."