His Queen

Competition

Tyrone woke up with Cleo in his bed. His shirt had ridden up and he could see his boxers hanging off her waist. And he had a hand full of her naked breast in his hand. Moving slow not to wake her, Tyrone froze when Cleo’s soft voice teased, “Sneaking off?” Turning to look at him she taunted, “How scandalous since you’ve been groping and humping me in your sleep for the last hour.”  

And feeling how hard his d**k was in his sweats, Tyrone didn’t think she was lying. But the sweet way she kissed his chin said it all, she didn’t mind. Getting up, both brushed their teeth, and Cleo was sure he’d get rid of her.  

But he checked the time and cursed, “s**t, I have a class in thirty! Would you mind staying here, I’ll swing back around after it’s over. We can get lunch.” Smiling, Cleo teased playfully, “I guess I can find something to do until then.” Smiling, Tyrone got dressed and then hurried out.  

Not before giving her a few kisses and telling her to go nuts.  

Left with Ghost, Cleo let him out to relieve himself as she scrolled through her phone. When he came back in, she settled on the couch and watched tv. Time seemed to fly by because an hour and a half later she heard someone at the door. Getting up, she assumed it was Tyrone.  

Only for someone to knock and when she opened it, it was a girl she didn’t know. Looking at her confused, the girl in her too-tight jeans and a halter top looked her over, “Um hi, I’m looking for Tyrone? Tyrone Royal?”  

Cleo shrugged as she told her confused, “Sorry, he’s not home.” The girl looked her over like Cleo was trespassing, “And you are?” Cleo scoffed at the rudeness of the question and tried to close the door. But the girl put her wedge in the door, “Look I’m his partner in his public speaking class. We have an assignment due, and I need to-.” Luckily, Tyrone pulled up and Cleo didn’t need to say another word.  

Righting her hair and trying to look cute, the girl sent Cleo a stank look. As Tyrone got out of his truck, he looked at the girl at the door confused, “Um, what’s up Kelly?”  

Kelly smirked her lip glossed lips as Cleo just walked away. “Hey, I’m here for the project?” Tyrone snorted, “You didn’t have to come over, we don’t actually have to link up for that.” Frowning Kelly quickly said, “But Professor Bradford clearly said we should work on our final speeches. Together.”  

Exhaling, Tyrone admitted, “Yeah well I had no plans of getting together with you for it. I have my speech down pact, but thanks.” Walking past her, Kelly was spluttering on her words when he suddenly turned, “And how do you even know where I live? You’ve never been to my place.”  

Kelly shrugged an awkward shoulder as she gushed, “Who doesn’t know where you live?” Seeing how it was more about her wanting to get close to him rather than do school work, Tyrone breathed out, “Please leave. You’re pissing off my girlfriend.”  

And with that said, Kelly was left on the outside looking embarrassed as Tyrone rushed to Cleo. But he didn’t find her pissed, instead, he found her cuddling with Ghost watching a show on Netflix. Going through her phone for food ideas she looked at him pouting, “I’m hungry, what are you in the mood for?”  

Going to her, Tyrone stroked Ghost’s head as he admitted, “Um, I was thinking a late brunch. I think other than coffee and an oatmeal bar we didn’t really do breakfast justice.” Giggling, Cleo agreed, “Fine, but it’ll have to be ordered in then, I can’t go anywhere in your boxers and shirt.”  

Tyrone scoffed, “Why not, you look hot as hell.”  

And it’d keep men from looking at his woman. Which he found was a double positive. Cleo gave him a look and Tyrone sighed before running back out to his car and coming back with a fashion nova bag. “Fine, I got you an outfit. I figured we’d need to go out and you wouldn’t want to do it in my clothes.”  

Giggling, Cleo kissed Tyrone before playfully saying, “I think you like dressing me, Tyrone Royal.” Tyrone muttered something Cleo vaguely thought sounded like, “Not as much as I’d like to undress you,” but she didn’t want to confirm or deny it.  

So instead, she turned and left to get dressed. From the jeans to the shirt, both were her style and fit her perfectly. And down to her bra, panty, and shoes, everything was her size. Putting on the burgundy top, ripped blue jeans, and white glass slipper heels, Cleo did her hair.  

She had at once hated her hair wasn’t the stereotypical white girl tame. Long and flowing down her back she’d wanted to be black Rapunzel. And since it was nothing like that, Cleo had spent years hating it.  

Until her daddy taught her, that her hair was beautiful. Powerful even.  

After she parted her hair into two sections, she decided on space buns. Not having any edge control, Cleo used water to lay her edges down. A few curls sprung loose as Cleo put her bobby pins in. But they looked cute so she left them as is. Swiping on lip gloss, Cleo was fastening her necklace when Tyrone came in.  

“Hey, sorry if I took too long.” She apologized getting out of his mirror. Coming up behind her, Tyrone snorted as he looked her over, “Eh, I’ve only been waiting for twenty minutes. And every second was worth it. You don’t rush perfection baby.” Grinning, Cleo held up her phone and snapped a picture of them.  

Tyrone laughed, “Wait do another one, I wasn’t ready!” Laughing, Cleo did and as they posed together, Cleo squealed, “That’s going to be my screen saver.” Tyrone grinned, “Send it to me, I’ll make it mine too.”  

Agreeing, they left minutes later and headed to a nice breakfast spot. Ordering their breakfast and orange juice, both were talking when the waitress put their food down. “Enjoy,” Looking at Tyrone, the pretty, older woman made sure to put it out there just for him, “Let me know if I can get you anything else.”  

Tyrone nodded her off without making eye contact. She walked away making sure to swish her ass for him and throw a saucy wink over her shoulder. But it was unnoticed as Tyrone watched Cleo began to eat her eggs benedict humming happily.  

He hadn’t missed her rolling her eyes in response to the waitress's actions though.   

Not any more than he missed her looking at Kelly like she wanted to punch her in the throat. He’d seen annoyance, maybe even boredom when it came down to them. But not jealous and anger like he felt when a guy looked at her.  

Which a few were doing right now. A white boy had asked if they were siblings when she’d gone to the bathroom. Only for the furious glare, he got in response to have him scurrying off. Tyrone had never felt the burning in the gut feeling that seemed to make him hot in the head. But low and behold, Cleo was stirring up tons of new emotions.  

“Does it bother you?” Cleo looked at Tyrone confused as she fed him a bite off her plate. He chewed slow and nodded, “What?” Tyrone hummed as he gave her a bite of a pancake, “The waitress, Kelly showing up at the house, you never seem fazed.”  

Cleo honestly thought that was a good thing. Because if her outside showed what she’d felt on the inside, she’d be in jail. “I mean, I don’t really know how to respond to that one,” Cleo admitted feeling embarrassed.  

Sitting outside under the orange sun protector the sky was a bright blue. And Cleo looked so good in the outdoor café, he couldn’t wait to see her in a café in Paris or London. Maybe she’d even want to go to one in Italy with him.  

“Try.” He asked hopefully taking a sip of his cappuccino. Cleo bit her bottom lip as she looked in the window. Seeing their waitress, leaning on the bar they’d placed their order at, she was gawking hard. Seeing Cleo’s eyes on her, she turned to another waitress who blandly watched her before saying something to her co-worker.  

Both laughed, and Cleo looked away quickly.  

“It bothers me yeah of course. But I can’t get into a catfight every time a girl tries to get close to you.” Cleo admitted meeting his eyes. Tyrone was glad she knew that because he was ready to box with every guy who even breathed in her direction.  

“Not that I don’t want to,” she said dragging his attention back to her. Cleo shrugged as she embarrassingly confessed, “It’s hard not to when a woman is prettier, or older, or richer than I am and she’s looking at you. It’s an instant fear that makes me worry she has something I don’t. That she can give you something I can’t. But I wouldn’t embarrass you by being trashy and fighting them. Or raining my insecurities on you.”  

Shrugging a shoulder, Cleo went back to eating as Tyrone reached across the table and linked their fingers together, “I only asked because I get insanely jealous about you.” Cleo scoffed playfully, “Stop it,” Tyrone looked at her amazed, and shook her head, “Cleo, you don’t see yourself clearly. You don’t look for the approval and looks men might give you. So of course, you don’t notice them looking, but as someone who is, trust me, loads look.”  

Flattered now, Cleo whispered, “And what are you going to do Tyrone? Fight every last one of them?” Tyrone chuckled as he admitted, “No, though I did think about it.” Cleo smirked as he rubbed her bare left finger, “But then I realized I could get you a ring so big they could see it from outer space. That way they wouldn’t even dare try.”  

He expected her to flatter, to yank away and demand to know what the hell was wrong with him. But Cleo looked at him with this look. Was it yearning? Did she want what he just said? Because that was what he gathered as she smiled at him and started to say something.  

But then the waitress came over and interrupted with a brisk, “Anything else?” She was looking at Tyrone again, but Cleo asked politely, “Can I get a water please?” Not saying a word, the waitress waited for Tyrone to say something. But he was too busy looking at Cleo as he said, “Another cappuccino.”  

Nodding with a sweet smile, she bopped off to get what HE wanted. Cleo smiled at Tyrone as he asked, “I didn’t want to rush you for an answer before, but have you thought about it?” Cleo smiled a little as she asked carefully, “Is this you asking?” Tyrone wasn’t.  

He couldn’t.  

He’d thought proposals were supposed to be these huge announcements and done all up. But sitting in a cafe in casual clothes, Tyrone was sure if he got down on one knee, Cleo would have said yes. He saw it when she smiled and asked, “Are you?”  

Tyrone started to get up, and get on a knee. He knew it was crazy, but he couldn’t help it. No ring, no specialness, no anything planned. But Tyrone wanted to do it more than he wanted his next breath. Unfortunately for him though, the moment he started to move, the waitress came back running with his cappuccino. And the moment she came to their table, he watched her fingers let go of the hot mug.  

It fell in slow mode as he rushed to knock it out the way, it didn’t work. And as the hot foamy drink landed on Cleo’s lap, he watched it happen. And the spark of pleasure as Cleo cried out was clear in the waitress's eye. It let him know it wasn’t an accident then.  

But especially when those eyes flashed to him with faux innocence. Unfortunately for her, she saw too late he’d already seen her happiness. And as she dimmed with fear and shame washing over her, he rushed to Cleo. “Are you okay?” Cleo nodded wincing as the hot coffee seeped into her brand-new jeans.  

If anything, she was more upset about that then anything. But no Tyrone was livid, “I want to speak to your manager. Now.” Scampering off with her head bowed, Cleo was going to forget it happened. But as soon as Tyrone saw the manager he hissed, “That waitress is highly unprofessional and she’s going to get you a law suit if you’re not careful.”  

The woman, an older black lady with big brown eyes, looked shocked at the words coming from Tyrone. “I’m so sorry sir, I don’t know what happened here but I’m sure it wasn’t intentional.” Tyrone scoffed as he sent the cowering waitress a vicious look, “She was making eyes at me, I ignored that. She was being rude to my girlfriend, I ignored that for her sake. But now she runs out here with hot coffee and purposefully drops it on her!? That is not okay, and I can assure you, I’m far from done with this place.”  

Helping Cleo up as he threw money on the table for their food, the woman kept trying to explain. Or calm him down at least, but Tyrone said nothing. Cleo sent the woman a quick look mouthing, “It’s okay, I got it.” and the woman only relaxed then.  

Getting in his truck, Cleo groaned looking at her ruined jeans, “Dang it,” Tyrone looked at her quickly, “What’s wrong?” Cleo sighed disappointed, “My jeans are ruined...and I think I left my phone on the table.”  

Tyrone immediately went back to get it for her. No way in hell did he want that freaking waitress to go at her again. This time it might be a tray of hot food. Which would piss him off exceptionally.  

Going back to the table, he saw her phone and when he looked up saw the manager chewing the waitress out. “She’s getting fired if that makes you feel better.” Seeing another waitress, the one she’d been talking to before looking at him, Tyrone admitted, “It doesn’t, but considering how she behaved she had it coming.”  

Shrugging the girl admitted, “I told her to be careful, but she got blinded by who you are. Never thought she’d do that though.” When she walked away, Tyrone didn’t bother to watch the rest. He did feel a slice of guilt when the girl ran past him crying. But when he got back to his truck, Cleo had taken her pants off partially.  

And seeing the red skin inflamed and her fighting tears, he couldn’t find a smidge of care anymore. Because as he held Cleo, he realized anyone dumb enough to hurt her, would meet his wrath. Painfully.