Beyoncé has spent almost ten years in a marriage with her high school sweetheart. At 26, she meets Shawn Carter, who makes her feel things she hasn't felt in years. Battling between comfort and lust, she has to decide what's best for her.
"Your bed is so soft." I sighed as I laid on Jay's bed.
"You would think you were used to it as much as we put it to use last time you were here." He chuckled while sitting on the foot of it. He took off Jordan's I currently had on and started rubbing them.
"Shut up stupid. I forgot it's been so long." I said.
He looked up from massaging my foot and smirked. "I could remind you real quick."
I smiled, but it quickly went away when I thought about Lebron and everything he said. I had no idea he blamed me of all people for the miscarriages, knowing how hard I tried to prevent them.
Jay noticed my change of mood and moved his hands from my feet to my legs. "You never did say why you called me?"
"I had to get away from that house. He and I got into a fight." I said purposefully leaving out his name. It felt weird talking about my marital issues with Jay so I intentionally never gave him details of Lebron and I.
"You okay?"
"I don't know. I do know that I would rather be here with you rubbing my feet than alone yet again."
"You could get a rub down every night and more if you would drop your dead weight."
I gave him a warning look. "Jay..."
"I didn't mean to say that, that's not how I wanted the conversation to go. But damn, would it be so bad to be with me?"
"How would it look Jay if I just left Bron and got with you immediately after. Everyone would know what we've been doing."
"And? That's the best excuse?"
"I'm a private person and I don't like everyone in my business. But I'm tired Jay, I'm trying to figure out the best way to go about things."
Instead of responding, he got up and headed to his closet. I figured he was upset with what I said so I followed him. I tried not to be shocked at the ridiculous amount of space he had in here.
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"Jay don't be mad at me please. I'm really trying."
He grabbed a jacket and the shoes he had on earlier. He walked over to where I was standing.
"You said you wanted to get out of the house, right?"
"Yes. You're not mad at me?"
"Go out with me."
I immediately cringed when I thought about if Lebron or one of my family members saw me out with him.
"What if someone sees?"
He grabbed my waist with his long arms and pulled me flush to him. His lips found mine and kissed me in a way that left me speechless.
