Bad Professor {COMPLETED}

18

Chapter Eighteen: Bun In The Oven

Manhattan, New York
January 28th
Onika T. Maraj:

"Who that pussy belong to Onika?" Beyoncé asked me, but she was inside me so deep, all I could do was shout into the pillow she had my face stuffed into.

When I didn't answer quick enough for her, she smacked my ass hard, earning a loud scream from me. She tightened her grip on my hair, shoving me deeper into the pillow as she drilled me fast.

"It's polite to answer when somebody's talking to you baby."

She knew I couldn't speak. I shouted into the pillow but she wasn't satisfied. She yanked me up fast, still fisting my hair as my head lolled back onto her shoulder. "Please don't make me fuck yo shit up."

She hit my spot repeatedly making me gasp. "It's yours Daddy! It's yours!"

"Onika! I'm talking to you!"

I looked up at Giovanni and smiled a little. "Sorry."

For the first time in my marriage, I felt 100% unhappy. I missed Beyoncé and I was more sad about her leaving me than I was mad about Giovanni blackmailing me.

I wasn't a weak bitch so I wasn't sitting around crying about him blackmailing me and turning into his little lap dog. He knew for a fact I wasn't happy. He kept doing shit to put us back on track, but for me it wasn't happening. He cheated on me and yet he wants to make it seem like we're this perfect couple that can get through anything. Please.

"Who is the bitch Giovanni?"

"What you talkin' 'bout? We still on this?"

"Yes we are! You think you just about to get out of it when you were and probably are still cheating too! I'm not the only bad guy here," I crossed my arms.

"I'm not cheating no more, as long as you not."

"Why the fuck you going around what I asked you? Who is she?"

"It don't matter 'cause I'm not cheating anymore. There's no point in telling you if it's over anyway. You gon' do some crazy shit for no reason."

"You confronting Beyoncé and watching that sex tape with her wasn't crazy?"

"I gotta go," He walked over and kissed me on my forehead.

I rolled my eyes. I was going to figure it out whether he liked it or not.

Manhattan, New York
January 28th
Giovanni T. Maraj:

I sat in my office, my nerves all jumbled up in my stomach.

I should've stayed home, but I just couldn't deal with Onika's questioning today. I thought we were passed this shit really. She had agreed to stop seeing Beyoncé and from what I could see, she was making good on the promise. I was going to stop seeing mine, but I saw her at one of these college parties and I couldn't help but hit her up the day after.

"Gio!" Someone waved their hand in my face.

I looked up at Marie. She had her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. "You alright?"