{JAYONCÉ FAN-FICTION}
It is the year 2007. Sixteen years have passed since Beyoncé moved away from Jackson, Mississippi and has last seen Jay. A lot changed since then. What happens when they finally reunite? Is the love for one another still there...
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Jay peered over at the clock on the nightstand as he tried to steady his breathing. He needed to get up and shower quickly before his drive to the city this afternoon.
"You did the damn thing," Paris huffed as she rested her naked body on Jay's chest while he caressed her back.
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"Don't I always?" He questioned, and Paris couldn't help but laugh because it was true. She's had her fair share of men throughout the years, but no one could quite get her to orgasm the way her baby father could. He was a magician with it. He was sensual most of the time, but now and then, he'd fuck her rough until she would damn near pass out like today. She'll miss this. He lifted her chin and bent his head to kiss her lips passionately before scooting away and sitting at the edge of the bed.
Paris sat up against the headboard with her arms crossed. "Where are you going?" She asked Jay.
"Meeting up with Nate again," he replied.
"Can we have just one more round, please?" Paris begged, causing Jay to turn and look at her like she had lost her mind. That look gave her the answer, and she sighed while rolling her eyes. He stood up, walked to the bathroom, and hopped in the shower.
Shortly after, Paris went inside the bathroom to use the toilet. She looked at the shower and watched Jay let the water run down his body. She contemplated whether she should tell Jay what had been on her heart. She decided that it was time. She couldn't wait any longer. "Jay?!" she shouted so that he could hear her over the running water.
"Yeah?" He shouts back as he begins to wash himself.
"I met someone and—" She hesitated.
"And what???" Jay probed as he finally turned to face her through the glass.
"It's serious," Paris revealed. Jay fell silent as he looked away. "—and um, yeah, we can't fuck around anymore," she said. He laughed, shaking his head at what he just heard.
