Megan
Beyoncé doesn't have work this week so she watches me get ready in the morning like a chicken with my head cut off. I know she's having a ball.
"Imma need a kiss from yo beautiful ass before you go." She says with her face barely peeked out the covers.
I fight the urge to bring up the "we might as well date since you want so many kisses", but I'd rather let Beyoncé initiate. I don't wanna look dumb like I did in that car ride again.
But is this even a friendship anymore?
I hop into my pants and circle towards Beyoncé's side of the bed so I can give her her kiss.
"Where you at? Not gonna kiss a blanket."
She pokes her head out again, her scarf off, and honey blonde curls pooled around her face like a lion.
"You so damn mean."
She sits up and holds her hands out. "C'mere."
I lean in then stop inches away from her lips. She whines.
"Impatient ass. You was prolly thinkin' bout—-" I give her the strong ass kiss. "this..."
"And what about it?"
"I hate you."
"No you don't." I retort.
"No I don't." She places her hands onto my face and pecks me after very word. "Have. A. Good. Day. At. Work."
"I will."
"And don't leave your security behind." Kiss.
"I won't." I say.
All I have to do is put on my loafers and blazer.
"Bye, Bey."
"Bye, Megan."
I turn on my heels and go. I almost fucked around and said "I love you".
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Work was fine and I got in the car with security.
"Good?" Julius ask.
"Yeah."
"Ight, buckle up, ya girl's waiting at the house."
I smile at "ya girl". I text Beyoncé that I'm going on and turn on some casual SZA while Julius drives.
We make it onto the freeway and I relax fully. My hands and arms are aching from getting down on the ground and writing all damn day.
I meet eyes with Julius and he smiles, "Beyoncé told me to leave you at the Chinese place for food."
I nod. Beyoncé texted me an hour or so before to bring something home for dinner. "Anything", she said.
Julius parks outside a Chinese restaurant and I get out to place my order. He rolls the window down and stays behind. Markus trails slightly behind me.
With my purse clutched under my arm, I enter the small building and grab a menu. It's Thursday, so there's nothing like a good plate of takeout before the week comes to a close.
I'm focused on reading the menu that I don't budge when the door opens and shuts again. Rather, it's the familiar feeling that prompts me to look up and back.
My stomach sinks, and I feel sick.
Wallace looks me up and down with a smirk. I'm automatically offended by him thinking he's done something by doing all of this.
Everything in me is burning with rage and annoyance and every synonym that applies.
However, I look past him and out the window of the building, and search for the black car I arrived in, to see Julius and Markus signaling eachother.
I know Beyoncé's got me in good hands.
I place the order and I decide to wait for it in the car.
"Pick up my order for me will you?" I ask Mark as I buckle myself up.
He nods and takes my receipt to stand in the restaurant for me.
All I wanted was some fucking takeout after a long day.
"Hey, it's okay. I saw him leave his car. I'm giving all this info to Beyoncé. She told us not to intervene unless he looked suspicious and/or visibly angry."
I nod and sulk back into the seat.
I wonder why he chose me out of everyone in that scummy police station to fuck with. I've always kept my head low and gotten my work done from the moment I started working there.
I just want Beyoncé's warmth and touch right now for reassurance. I sure as hell need it.
Again, the idea of being protected feels weird, but I'm slowly welcoming it, because I know Beyoncé means it with so much care and love.
