the story kicks off twelve years after the death of Beyoncé. The drama is far from over, there will be a bunch of twist and turns in this new chapter of Nicki's life that she will not see coming.
This is the second chapter of Don't Hurt Yourself, r...
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"You look beautiful." I heard from in front of me. Jay pulled out the seat and sat across from me. "You don't look half bad yourself,"Today I had a quick meeting I should say with Jayceon. It's more a two phase sorta thing that Solange came up with, "how are you?"
"Amazing."
"I bet. The word on the street is you took a little trip down to New York. I heard you were interested in corporations while out there." He adjust his seat a bit making himself sit up taller. I could tell he was caught off guard by how much his hands fidgeted about. It wasn't a bad statement, I don't see why he's even fidgeting.
I took a sip of my wine and waited for him to muster up an excuse. Jayceon screwed up when he start poking around the Knowles' corporate office. The intel Michelle faves us, showed pictures of him there asking around about Beyoncé. Beyoncé's name might be on the front of the building but my name was also attached. Him flying out to ask questions sent off red flags.
See when he went asking questions about her it alarmed a few people. Beyoncé is technically dead and the only people that knows she's alive are the family, the Hive and Jay. With Jay asking questions it opened the door to possible problems that we don't need right about now, "I wasn't aware you'd be informed."
"Of course I would. Her family owns the company as well as I do. We weren't so happy when partners called asking about why you, Jayceon, were asking questions about someone that has nothing to do with the company."
"Isn't her name all over it?"
"Her mother, sister and children all share the same last name so what's your point."
"My point Onika is that she's only using you to dodge IRS. Don't nobody fake their death then show up randomly twelve years later. Mamas you a fool for believing the crap she's telling you." I didn't even try to hide my eye roll. The only fool sitting at this table is the one knocking on deaths door.
I've only known one guy hell bent on getting on Beyoncé's bad side and he got his head bashed in. Keeping him around was stupid on my part but everything else was done on his. I wasn't the one that forced him on a plane and went investigating like he's some detective. "No one is a fool Jay. You are so blinded with jealousy that you can't see how wrong your behavior is."
"Jealousy? Jealous of who, some lightskin dyke that's tryna make you out as a fool. Baby I'm not jealous of her, I'm cautious. There's something shady about her that's all I'm trying to prove to you."
"That's your problem right there. You're imagining my girlfriend as some bad guy when I'm reality the bad guy is you."
"What! Yo mamas your being delusional." I let out a sigh, went into my bag and pulled out some papers. "Here."
"What's this?"
"A restraining order. I should've been gave these to you when I first saw the red flags. Jay your scaring me, I got kids at home that I need to protect. You know Beyoncé was right when she told me you were crazy I should've listened."
