Beyoncé Knowles is not your average twenty-three year old woman - in fact, she couldn't be farther from it.
Since she was eighteen, she's been running game. At a young age she watched her family struggle a lot. Growing up in Brownsville, one of the...
"Every moment I spend with them is so draining," I softly said to Jay. We were sitting in the living room area of the hotel.
"I can tell from what I've seen." He said. I nodded.
"I hate being around them. They always find some way to be mad at me or to piss me off. I don't want to leave my dad while he's like this, but I don't know how much more I can take." I said.
"It's all up to you. Whatever decision you think is best, we'll do it." He said. I sighed.
"I'm glad you're here with me." I mumbled. "I love you,"
He kissed my forehead, "I love you more," he said.
"Do you wanna go out to dinner?" I asked.
"If that's what you want to do, yeah. I'd love to." He said. I smiled.
"We don't go out enough. This'll be nice, something to take my mind off everything... something that isn't sex." I said, laughing a bit. He grinned, standing up with me.
"Join me in the shower?" He asked. I smiled.
"Lead the way,"
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"Baby!" I called, finishing my makeup. I wanted to get dolled up tonight. A romantic night with my baby; where I could feel pretty and enjoy myself for a little.
"Yo?" He said, coming in. I frowned at his word choice. "My fault. Yes, my gorgeous and beautifully talented in the bedroom girlfriend?" He corrected. I rolled my eyes, hitting his shoulder.
"Seriously, how do I look?" I asked. He immediately started showering me with compliments, making me grin so hard my cheeks hurt.
"Do a 360 for me?" He said. I laughed, turning around. "Whew! You fine as fuck, ma!" He yelled.
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"Stoooop," I dragged. He came over, grabbing my hands.
"Seriously, you look so good. How did I get so lucky?" He said, moving one hand to my waist and pecking my lips.
"You're gonna get lipgloss on you," I said, pulling away. I used my thumb to wipe what got onto his lips. He kissed my forehead, intertwining his fingers with mine.
"You look handsome too, baby." I said, giving his outfit a once over. It wasn't too much, just some grey pants and a black short sleeve button up.
"I like how tight this is. You look sexy." I commented on his shirt. It fit him just right, accentuating his muscles.
"You know I gotta match my baby's fly." He joked. I grinned. "You want to drive tonight, or me?"
"I can't drive in these shoes, so you can." I said. He let me walk past him, holding the door.
