Broken Promises

Like A Queen

"You need to get a quieter bed." FP chuckled as he leaned his back against the headboard before eating another piece of fruit.

Alice sat in the middle of the bed, propped up on her knees, finishing a piece of bacon. "Well, I know that now. It's been awhile since this bed has seen some action." She joked, taking one last bite.

FP never smiled at the 'joke.' He stared lovingly at her before feeling his heart flutter. "Hal is one son of a bitch."

Alice's smile faded. "Oh, come on now. Stop it, FP. Let it go."

Jones sat up, feeling his stomach jump at the sight of her in his shirt. "No! I'm not gonna let it go. That bastard had no right to say what he said."

Alice looked down at the floor beside the bed. "Mmmmaybe he did a little bit." She shrugged one shoulder.

"No." FP moved closer to her, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. "He didn't. You are fucking gorgeous and that scares him because he knows you would have an easier time finding someone again than he ever would. That doesn't make you a whore."

"FP, you didn't hear the full conversation at Pop's, did you?" She asked him, pulling his hand down from her face, playing with his fingers in her own.

"Does it matter?" He wondered, looking down at his hand in her bare lap.

"Yes. Because you should know that he's already been sleeping with someone else. Way before the divorce was even discussed." She stared down at their intertwined fingers and watched as FP pulled his hand out of hers.

"And he thinks he has a right to call YOU a whore?" Fury lit up in his eyes. "Have YOU slept with anyone since you'd been married? ANYONE?" He asked for confirmation of her pure heart.

She shook her head like a little kid. "No."

"Wow. What an asshole." He looked up into her wet eyes, seeing them fill with tears. He grabbed the tray in front of him and set it down on the floor beside the bed. After doing so, he brought himself closer to Alice, taking her face in his hands. "Hey....you're better off without him, alright? He doesn't deserve you and you don't deserve to be treated like that."

She looked carefully into his eyes and she melted inside, grabbing ahold of his waist. "How do I deserve to be treated?"

A look of extreme intensity came across his face and she could tell that whatever he was about to say....he meant it. "Like a queen."

She didn't know what it was, but the moment he said it, she grew warm and very turned on. A small moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes. Squeezing the sides of his white t-shirt, she thought about taking it off of him, but there was a knock on the door.

Clearing her throat, she answered. "Yeah?"

"Mom, we're heading to the DMV." Betty reluctantly squealed through the closed door.

"Okay. Be safe, sweetie." Alice quickly cleared her throat. "You've got this!"

"Thanks." Betty said with a saddened tone before leaving.

It was silent in Alice's bedroom for a while as they listened to the front door close and Chic's car drove off. The soon-to-be former Mrs. Cooper looked into intense brown eyes. "Do you think she's mad at me?"

"No." FP responded. "She's more in shock than anything."

"Are you sure? Because she looked mad."

"No, she didn't."

"She didn't?"

"No." FP lied.

"Why do I feel like she looked mad?" Alice continued.

"Because...because you were further down the hallway. And you're not wearing your contacts so you couldn't see her very well. I was closer to her and to me, she just looked surprised." He gave Alice a small peck kiss on the lips.