Toy's Story (18 page)

“
Well
what
about
the
other
girl?
Are
you
over
her?
”

“
Honestly
Toy,
I'm
not
one
hundred
percent
there,
but
I'm
getting
there.
I've
loved
Mye
Queen
since
I
was
twelve.
And
we've
been
on
again
and
off
again
since
we
were
sixteen.
We
just
couldn't
seem
to
keep
it
together.
Now
that
she's
married
and
pregnant
I
have
to
face
the
fact
that
she's
finally
moved
on.
And
I
think
I'm
finally
ready
to
do
the
same.
”

“
So
you
still
call
her
your
queen?
What's
that
shit
about?
How
can
you
even
be
close
to
getting
over
her?
”

“
Oh
no,
you
don't
understand.
Her
name
is
Mye
Queen.
You
know,
first
name
Mye-
like
my
with
a
silent
e
and
last
name
Queen.
Everyone
just
calls
her
Queen.
”

“
Oh
I
get
it.
So
why
are
you
telling
me
this
now.
Considering
the
fact
that
you've
just
made
me
the
secondhand
rebound
chick.
”

“
Actually,
that
clears
you
of
all
rebound
status,
as
Nakeisha
was
the
real
rebound
chick.
You're
really
my
first
chance
at
finding
true
love.
” 

“
What?
”

“
Queen's
happily
married
and
due
to
have
a
baby
in
a
few
months.
You
and
I
are
having
an
amazing
time
connecting,
getting
to
know
each
other
and
don't
even
get
me
started
on
the
sex.
I'm
not
ready
for
this
to
end.
”

“
I
still
don't
get
what
you're
talking
about?
”
I
asked
confused.

“
Baltimore
is
my
hometown,
but
I
live
in
Vegas.
My
life,
my
career
and
everything
that
I
am
is
attached
to
Vegas.
My
dad
passed
away
a
little
while
ago,
but
my
mom's
still
here.
I
have
some
good
friends
here
too.
And
yes,
before
you
even
ask,
of
course
Queen
is
one.
I
bought
this
house
to
stay
in
when
I
visited
my
family
and
friends,
but
Zatoya
I
live
in
Vegas.
”

“
So
what
are
you
trying
to
say,
Logic?
”

“
I'm
not
trying
to
say
anything.
What
I'm
trying
to
ask
you
is,
“
Do
you
think
you
can
practice
law
in
Vegas?
”

Stunned
I
was
absolutely
speechless.
And
anybody
who
knows
me
would
tell
you
that,
that
was
a
damn
miracle.
I'm
an
attorney,
a
damn
good
one
I
might
add.
Hell,
I
always
have
something
to
say
at
any
given
moment.

“
I
didn't
want
to
spring
it
on
you
so
soon,
but
I
can't
even
conceive
of
not
sleeping
in
your
arms
tonight.
FYI,
that
shit's
not
going
to
happen.
I'll
get
us
a
limo,
we'll
go
to
Washington
to
your
job,
to
your
house,
to
your
party
and
where
ever
the
fuck
else
you
need
to
go.
But
I
am
not
going
to
be
without
you
tonight
or
any
other
night
if
I
don
’
t
have
to
.

Overwhelmed,
I
jumped
in
Logic
’
s
arms
and
kissed
his
mouth
hard.
“
That's
the
most
romantic
thing
anybody
has
ever
said
to
me.
”

“
So,
you'll
think
about
it?
”

“
Ye
s,
I'll
think
about
it.
”
I
nodded
as
I
wiped
tears
that
leaked
uncontrollably
from
the
corners
of
my
eyes.

I
arrived
at
my
office
just
a
little
before
two.
After
reviewing
the
case
file
I
briefed
Walt
and
two
other
Public
Defenders
about
the
case.
Satisfied
that
we
were
ready
to
entertain
any
offer
from
the
DA's
office
that
would
keep
my
client
out
of
jail
I
confidently
waited
for
Sally
Rogers,
the
Assistant
District
Attorney
handling
the
case.

Dressed
in
one
of
my
many
new
designer
suits
I
looked
and
felt
like
a
million
dollar
bill.
Trust
me,
after
looking
at
the
price
tags
on
those
clothes
I
had
every
right
to
feel
that
way.
Damn!
If
Logic
spoiled
the
rebound
chick
like
this
imagine
what
he'd
do
for
the
woman
he
loved.
What
was
her
damn
name
again
...?
Oh
yeah,
Mye
Fuckin
Queen.
Unbelievable!
…
Another
dumb
ass
idiot
that
let
this
delicious
man
slip
right
through
their
fingers.
Well
you
know
what
they
say,
“
One
bitches
trash
is
another
bitches
treasure.
”

Logic
Hart
may
have
been
treated
like
last
week's
trash,
but
Zatoya
Waters
will
treat
him
like
the
King
he
truly
is.

Yes,
I
felt
amazing.
I
was
happy,
healthy
and
so
damn
satisfied.
It
should
be
outlawed
in
fifty
states
just
how
good
I
felt.
And
damn
did
I
look
good!
It
felt
good
to
be
me.
I
was
a
new
Toy
with
a
new,
New
Year's
toy
and
I
was
loving
it.
Then
in
walks
this
Mother
Fucka
with
his
monkey
ass
bullshit!

“
Hi
Walt,
it's
been
awhile.
”

“
District
Attorney
Tyson,
it's
good
to
see
you.
Although
I
must
admit
that
we
weren't
expecting
you.
”
Walt
stuttered
as
he
stood
to
greet
William
Branford
Tyson,
the
newly
appointed
DA.
“
You
know
our
Public
Defender,
Zatoya
Water's
right?
”

“
Yes
as
a
matter
of
fact
I
do.
We've
tussled
a
time
or
two,
right
Ms.
Waters?
”

“
Yes,
that
would
be
correct.
”
I
casually
replied
as
I
suppressed
the
extremely
urgent
urge
to
smack
the
orangutan
shit
out
of
his
condescending
ass.
“
What
the
fuck
is
he
doing
here?
”
I
asked
myself.
 

“
I
heard
you
had
a
car
accident,
I
trust
everything
is
okay.
”
His
smooth,
sultry
baritone
voice
asked
cutting
me
to
the
very
core
of
my
spine.

“
No
this
Mother
Fucka
didn't!
”
My
brain
screamed
as
I
summoned
every
ounce
of
energy
in
my
body
to
maintain
my
composure
to
keep
me
from
jumping
across
this
conference
table
and
beating
his
bitch
ass.

“
I'm
fine.
”
I
calmly
acknowledged.

“
That
you
are.
”
He
mumbled
beneath
his
breath,
before
coughing
and
clearing
his
throat.
“
Okay,
so
let's
get
started.
”

“
No
disrespect
District
Attorney
Tyson
,
but
we
were
expecting
Assistant
DA,
Rogers.
”
I
 
respond
ed.

“
I
know
,
but
I
gave
her
the
afternoon
off
so
she
could
prepare
for
the
Mayor's
Ball.
I'll
be
handling
this.
You
are
going,
Ms.
Waters
are
you
not
?
”

“
Yes.
”

“
Great
then
let's
get
this
over
with
so
you
can
get
home
to
get
ready.
”
He
winked
and
smiled.

Walt
and
the
other
Public
Defenders
all
looked
at
me
as
to
say,
“
What
the
fuck?
”

“
Okay,
I'm
ready
when
you
are.
”
I
acknowledged
somehow
managing
to
maintain
my
cool
although
I
was
as
mad
as
a
bitch
slapped
with
an
active
bee
hive.

It
was
painfully
clear
that
this
was
Tyson's
vindictive
ass
way
of
forcing
me
to
talk
to
him.
I
refused
to
take
a
single
call
from
him
after
he
left
me
stranded
in
Dumbfuck,
West
Virginia.
 
I
guess
he
felt
guilty
or
really
wanted
some
pussy
because
he's
been
blowing
up
my
cell
like
crazy.

Yes,
he's
the
same
friends
with
benefits
Tyson
that
left
me
hanging
in
the
cold
on
Christmas
Eve
.
And
yes,
I'm
a
Public
D
efender
sleeping
with
the
DA,
no
less.
Please
stop
judging
me.
In
my
defense
Tyson
is
one
of
the
finest
white
men
that
ever
wore
a
suit
and
a
tie.
Around
six
feet
two
inches
tall,
tanned,
toned
and
extremely
handsome,
there
was
no
way
I
was
turning
down
his
request
to
ride
my
donkey.
Lip smacking delicious in any f
l
avor Tyson was rich, sexy, successful, ambitious and a registered master of Pussyology as I soon discovered.