Michelle
"Williams, my office now!" My boss called on the intercom.
"Coming."
This woman gets on my last nerve but there's something intriguing about her that makes me like her. She seems so strong and powerful but underneath all that I see the little submissive queen she is. Beyoncé Giselle Knowles is a force to be reckoned with in the finance world. I work at Knowles Enterprises and Holdings, a company that my boss built from the ground up. She has every right to be a bitch because she fought to get here. She is now one of the wealthiest women in the world. Her work ethic is like no other, I wonder how she does it. She allows her staff to take time off but she rarely takes off. Some nights she is here until twelve a.m. making sure that everything is right. Beyoncé is also a beautiful woman with curves blessed by God himself. The woman is slightly taller than average and has long dark brown hair that falls in waves around her face and back. Sometimes she gets blonde or tawny brown highlights but I like her best with just her natural hair color. The woman is sex walking. Do I have a slight crush on my boss, hell yeah who wouldn't. If you saw her you would too whether you're a man or woman.
But back to why she's calling me into her office, I have no idea. Sometimes I think she just calls me into her office just to see me. Like last week she called me into the office to fix something that I could have done from my own office. Beyoncé bosses everyone around but me, she tries but I give her the eye or tell her about herself and she backs down. I wonder if she's submissive like in the bedroom because baby...wait let me stop getting off topic. All my thoughts keep leading me back to wondering what she's like in bed. I've been working for her for ten years and I've never seen her date. We talk about things outside of the office but somehow we always avoid the topics of love, dating and marriage. As much as she gets on my nerves she also is so sweet at times. I wonder sometimes if she's a lesbian simply because of the way she looks at me, I mean damn! I can't lie, I eye fuck her too especially when she wears skirts that hug her ass. Like the one she has on today...mmm...mmmm...mmmph.
Off topic again. I can't help it. Anyway let me get to her office to see what she wants. She always has something smart to say. I close my office door and walk the maybe ten to fifteen steps down the hall to her office door. Beyoncé is sitting at her desk staring at the reports on it as if they will magically talk to her. The look on her face is priceless. I never knock it's not as if she's doing anything other than work anyway.
"Michelle, why the hell are all these numbers messed up? This isn't what we talked about. Like right here that whole column is wrong." She says, raising her voice at me.
"First off, what you not going to do is talk to me with all that bass in your voice. Beyoncé you better calm that shit down. Second you got me fucked up because I sent you the corrected reports yesterday. Did you check your email?" I say to her.
"I'm sorry and no I didn't check my email." She says quietly. See that? That boss shit went right out the window.
She might talk to other people around here like that but she got me all the way fucked up if she thinks she's going to talk to me like that. Beyoncé is so damn pretty, her being all calm and submissive is turning me on.
Beyoncé
"Williams, my office now!" I called Michelle over the office intercom.
"Coming." She quickly replies but takes another two minutes before she appears in my office. She never knocks, it's not like I was doing anything beside work anyway.
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In My Mind
FanfictionThese are one shots and short stories that I started as book but either never finished or just felt they should be short. There are numerous black women celebrity ships in this book. Some I've written books on and other that have lived in my mind un...