The Rise of the Fallen Queen

Chapter 29

HAPPY 4TH!!! This is the day in American history where Blacks went from to being British slaves to American slaves (Hold the nasty "offended" comments because I am simply stating a fact). Never did get that "All men created equal" thing ironed out but hey enjoy a hot dog and this chapter.

CHAPTER 29

Rogue Lands...

The mindless chatter was almost as bad as the awkward silence. Over dinner at a fancy restaurant, Dameon finally learned that blonde's name was Chantel. She was a good fuck but outside of having his dick buried in one of her well used orifices, he was ready to run away screaming.

Her philosophy and ideas were based on some cultish new age rhetoric that required the abandonment of logic and reasoning in favor of fanatism. Then she had nerve to call it "science." Proudly and repeatedly, she declared herself an atheist which was fine. Everyone had the right to believe as they choose. But then she proceed to share her unsolicited views. Dameon didn't see a difference between her pushy tactics and that of the Jesus people who forever beating down his door. Both she and they were zealots that followed a different form of religion and they were equally annoying.

It has been the longest twenty minutes of his life when she finally wrapped up her "God doesn't exist" spiel. Then like the plagues of Egypt, she started with the next level of horrors.

"You really shouldn't eat steak. Cows are gentle creatures and are part of Mother Earth. Cows produce so much methane gas and that's very bad for the environment. I have a pamphlet I can give you on that. Being uneducated, you probably don't realize-" She said digging through purse.

"Creator please help me." Dameon muttered under his breath.

"Oh the 'Creator' doesn't exist and I know you're not familiar with science but-

"Look." Dameon growled having enough of her self-righteous tone. She reminded of another him of a chick in college, Kathy, that would get onto him about cussing and how he should go to a house of worship when she was the biggest whore and liar he knew. The hypocrisy made him want to strangle the bitch. "I have a doctorate in pharmaceutical medicine."

She snorted in disbelief. "You don't have to lie to impress me. I can assure you that I know actual doctors."

Knowing that arguing was futile, Dameon decided to leave. "Do us both a favor and never show up to my office again." Standing he tucked his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

"You're just like all men. You're intimidated by a strong woman." She screamed at him as he calmly handed the waiter standing nearby a stack of bills to cover the meal. Chantel continued her rant in a loud obnoxious voice.

The manager was coming to the table as Dameon was leaving. Everyone stared but Dameon knew that they were pitying him rather than giving the woman the sympathy she somehow expected from her raging outburst.

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Mona heard her boss' heavy footsteps as he stomped down the hall. Eesha had left the door wide open so Mona wouldn't feel "cooped up." Normally Mona kept the door cracked whenever she was alone. Even at her childhood home she had always made sure open the door to her soundproof bedroom. She was silent most of the time so voices or, in this case, footsteps could easily reach her warning her of potential problems.

"Damn it. Fucking shit!" he was muttering under his breath.

Ignoring her, which was unusual, he sat at his desk and glared out of the side window. Mona knew that he, in his distracted state, forgot about her being there and the fact that she was completely motionless threw people off.

Mona went back to reading the files she was sorting through with a smile. She loved watching and listening to him. It was an amusing habit he had of talking to himself. By his current ranting, she could assume that the lunch date didn't go so well.

"FUCK!" Dameon yelled in surprise when he noticed her at her desk. "I need to put a damn bell on you! When did you get in here?"

"I haven't moved from this spot," she looked briefly at the clock on the wall. "For the last 1 hour and 43 minutes."

"Damn. Sorry." He said looking slightly embarrassed.

Mona just shook her head and continued reading. Dameon stared at her for a long time before realizing that he probably looked like a creep. Something about her stillness calmed him. She definitely wasn't like most girls that liked to fidget and play with their hair.

"Have you eaten lunch?" Dameon asked.

"No, but I'm not hungry."

"Well, I am." Dameon said. "My lunch was ruined so come on. Let's go to the ice cream place in town. They make a cherry cheesecake ice cream that's really good."

Mona started to refuse when her normally quiet yet sarcastic wolf cut into her thoughts. "You say 'no' and I'll cut you. First, cherry-cheesecake-ice-cream. Second, the more time he spends with us the less he'll have to spend with some skank. Or were you fond of 'cheating mate' heartburn?"

"He's not 'cheating' if he doesn't know that we're his mate."

Mikala rolled her eyes, "And just how is he supposed to know if you don't tell him?"

"Can we not, right now?" Mona told her wolf before answering Dameon.

"Cherry cheesecake ice cream sounds delicious."

"Girl after my own heart." He said teasingly with a wink.

Mona could feel her wolf drooling, "Please control yourself."

"No promises."

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The ice cream was divine and Mona enjoyed it with gusto. Dameon smiled. His PA was a messy eater but somehow managed to look absolutely adorable.

"Damn. Those dimples are sexy as fuck." He thought.

"Imagine what our babies would look like." His wolf, Phinn, commented placing an image in his head.

Seeing a beautiful baby girl with cutest little dimples filled him with such longing that Dameon could hardly breath.

"Do you want kids?" Dameon's mouth asked before his mind caught up to the question.

Mona froze. She slowly swallowed her delicious mouthful of ice cream and cherries. "I guess I do." She replied hesitantly. "But I don't know. I might be a terrible mother. My parents were not exactly... 'parently.' I guess they were the perfect example of how not raise a child."

He nodded in understanding. He more than most knew what growing up with a bad parental experience was like. "They couldn't have been so bad. You're absolutely wonderful and amazing."

Mona shrugged. "I'm fat, black, and ugly. My mate would reject me at first glance." She said repeating the hurtful words that had been told to her many, many times. "So THEY say." She dashed away the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Not since her grandmother had she ever let anyone see her so vulnerable.

Dameon growled. He and his wolf hated to see her cry. "Don't listen to them. You're bigger than the average twig but you're not 'fat.' You're perfectly thick in all the right places."

Mona closed her eyes as she tried to still her sputtering heart.

"You're a gorgeous chocolate mocha. Sometimes I want to touch your skin to see if it's as silky soft as it looks." Dameon spoke with a softness in his voice that hinted at something more intimate, as his eyes traced to smooth contours of her face. "AND you're as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside. You're patient and kind. You put up with me and my shit. But you won't stand for any bullshit. I like you a lot. As for your mate, well he would be a stupid fucking moron to reject you." He hesitated a brief second before asking, "Did he reject you?"