What the hell was she doing here?
There she stood—with her perfect hair perfect teeth—handing me a brown bag that I knew contained a pretty good smelling bagel.
"Why are you here?" I harshest whispered and she quirked her eyebrow at me.
"Did you forget that I'm literally in this show too? Lesbians ? Falling in love in Paris? Speaking of that—wanna recreate that later?" She whispered in my ear and I was brought back to the night she fucked me in a public bathroom.
"I didn't know your scene was today—you know what? Don't talk to me." I said and she just smiled.
"Whatever you say..baby girl." The nickname ran through me like a wave of pleasure and I walked away almost stumbling.
God dam it why did this bitch have this affect on me?
"Deal with it Onika..it's the start of the filming so no intimate scenes will actually even come for awhile." I said to myself.
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"What the fuck.." I said to myself scrolling through twitter in my trailer.
We had just gotten done shooting a scene, I didn't even have to interact with Beyoncé it saved me the time and embarrassment.
But here I was scrolling on twitter and my fans are having a field day with the picture of us at dinner from last week.
"There so cute together omg"
"i know nicki arched her back after this omg"
"what is bey whispering in my home girls ear?"
"y'all think they fucking on the low?"
"i hope nickis done with her old boyfriend and moves onto daddy bey 🙄"
What the hell?
I was done with my old boyfriend, the guy had a weird obsession with armpits.
God but they weren't wrong, I let her fuck me in a public bathroom. I was drunk that's it-yeah.I hated her, her attitude—her dumb smile—her long honey blonde hair—
Who the hell was I kidding?
She was hot—unbelievably perfect And got me a pretty good tasting bagel.
I munched on said bagel as I tried making my mind up about the perfectly imperfect Beyoncé Knowles. I spun around in my chair thinking.
Was she an asshole in general? No. Probably one of the sweetest people the world has had the pleasure of meeting—she wasn't one of those celebrities that was fake to her fans and she held constant fundraisers and even helped build a house for christ sake.
She was the perfect character in every rom com with a good heart, hell she'd probably save a cat out of a tree.
So why did she tick me off? I took another bite of my bagel trying to get some brain power flowing.
She was confident—it was hot and annoying at times. She didn't take rejection—she acted like it didn't exist.
She could read me well—it was kind of scary.
But what if she shows me her true colors? Is she going to black mail me? No—she had no proof she fucked me in a public bathroom.
She just knew how to tick me off—she was always relatively "nice" but was mean at the same time.
Who the hell makes kinky jokes and comments in a public place while smiling and giggling? I tried rationalizing my own reckless actions of cumming on a bathroom sink.
