Beyoncé
My phone rings and it takes me a second to respond as I'm trying to find it.
"Hey." I say a bit breathlessly. "How are you?"
"Hey, Bey." She responds. "I'm good, how 'bout you?"
"Good." I respond.
I see my big ass smirk from the viewfinder. I'm not embarrassed, and I'm pretty sure it's because I'm not obligated to be mean anymore.
Megan looks at me while she's in the kitchen chopping some produce. I enjoy seeing her in an out-of-prison type of view.
The universe really gave me a second chance by letting me get out of jail, the least I can do with my changed stance, is allow myself to fall.
I'm not focused on quick fucks, I want Megan. The universe was tryna tell me to straighten myself out once I saw her at the coffee shop.
"Bey..." Megan whines a bit.
"Yes?" I laugh a little.
"Whatchu doin'?"
"Nun, nosey ass."
"Take that shit back, I ain't nosey."
I raise my brow and she kinda blushes through the screen.
"Hmm?" I lift my chin up on my blanket. "Whatchu cookin, Megs?"
"Some vegan recipe from this book." She says. "Kehlani bought it for me."
I admire her quietly as she tells me the ingredients and steps like a private chef. Remind me to tell her to read me a book.
"Stop starin' so fuckin' hard, Beyoncé."
"It's my phone imma look all I want to." I joke.
I'm half serious I swear.
She raises her brow sternly.
"Yo ass need a time out. Runnin' that mouth so recklessly." She says pointing the wooden utensil at me.
"Really?"
"Trust, Beyoncé."
This must really be some soulmate shit. I ain't never had this happen to me before. She has me grinning ear to ear, FREELY.
"Blow my ass a kiss." Megan says abruptly, and I do so.
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I wanted to treat Megan to a Friday dinner/bar date since she's been workin' hard. The date was fun, we drank and now it's time to get home.
It's been a bit of a change to see Megan in an out of jail setting, especially a lot more consistently. I love it though. Both of our true personalities are really shinin' through without other prisoners and images to uphold.
"Gimme a kiss." She says lowly
"Megan"
"A friendly one."
I sigh and give her a kiss on the corner of her mouth and her drunk ass chuckles, clutching my wrist lazily.
I didn't feel anything with that kiss because she's drunk. I just wanna get her home. Julius, my security, is driving us because I did have a few sips after all.
"Good enough." She says. "Love you, Bey."
"'Kay." I respond as I begin to drive home.
