Y/n is an Investment Banking Associate. I don't think I mentioned that in the first part. Salary ranging from 148,000 to 187,000. Also please ignore any mistakes . Sorry for taking so long with the updates . Beyoncé part 4 will be next and then Nicki. Thanks y'all
Y/n Pov
I popped up at my fiancés photo shoot at one of the other properties she owns. She's doing a photo shoot while she's in the bathtub. I'm waiting for her to finish up. Every now and then she glances over at me and it's pretty obvious she's still upset about last night. She looks so beautiful and I'm wishing she wasn't mad at me right now
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"Alright we got it. These look amazing D. Great job everybody" says the photographer
"Let's give Ms Harper some privacy please" says her assistant as she rushes the few people involved in the shoot out of the bathroom.
It's just her and I now .
"Can you hand me the towel over there" she says as she points to it
I grab the towel and hand it over to her.
"Why are you here Y/n? You're supposed to be at work"
I watch her step out of the tub and start to dry herself off
"I needed to see you . You know I hate when you're mad at me."
"Well I wouldn't be mad at you if you actually kept your word. What the fuck was so important that you had to miss the dinner? You not only stood me up but you stood my parents up too Y/n"
"I know and I'm sorry baby. I got so caught up with Meg that I lost track of time. I promise I'll make it up to you and your parents"
She wraps the towel around her body
"You know what It's always Meg. I'm starting to feel like maybe you shouldn't be spending so much time with her. You missed an important dinner with your fiancé and your future in-laws just to spend time with your bestfriend. You see that bitch everyday Y/n"
I walked towards her and put my hands on her waist
"Baby I'm sorry. It's my fault for losing track of time and not thinking. Don't blame Meg for it"
