One Night Stand

Chapter 1

Beyonce's POV

    "Aye nigga," Robyn said waking me up from my nap.

    "What," I screamed violently. She was lucky I was too tired to move or else I would have been at her throat.

    "You need to see the Shade Room nigga, some female is on there claiming to have your baby. Shit is crazy and the comments are bad," I looked at her stupidly and zoned out the rest of her lengthy speech. Somewhere between the end of the speech and her leaving the TV switched on to The Wendy Williams show. I groaned and threw my head back onto the pillow. I zoned off into a light sleep until I heard.

    "Okay breaking news, there is apparently some wacko saying that she has Beyonce's daughter," Wendy announced. I shot up and looked at the screen in bewilderment. The screen showed a picture of the woman. I smiled as I remembered our night.

    "Well," Wendy said, "You all know Beyonce hangs around Rihanna, and it got revealed last year that Rihanna had a working friend down there, and now come to find out Beyonce might too." She gave a small smirk and sat back. "Now if I'm, what's this girl's name Onika Maraj, I'm hiding because the Beyhive is going to all over her."

    "Oh shit, Oh shit," I heard Robyn say as Wendy ended her segment on me.

    "So what do you guys think, is it a ploy for fame, or is Beyonce actually packing that thang," Wendy asked as the audience laughed.  I quickly turned off the TV and groaned. If it's not one thing it's  another. I felt my phone vibrate under numerous covers and decided to answer.

    "Yes," I said.

    "Beyoncé Giselle, I go out of town one weekend and this is what happens," Lisa, my manager, yelled in my ear.   

    "In all fairness this had to have happened at least a year and some odd months ago," I laughed.

    "Oh this is funny to you, at least one of us is laughing because the media is having a field day with this one. Do you know what they're saying in the Shade room comments? They are calling you and Rihanna dick dykes," she screamed. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from laughing more. "Ok," she said, finally calming down. I can see her now, rubbing her temples and drinking her apple martini. "Look, just call the girl, and talk-"she started.

    "Me...call. Lisa, what the hell did I hire you for if I have to deal with her," I yelled.

    "Oh you aren't laughing now are Ms. Knowles. I expect you to have this dealt with by tomorrow, Beyoncé, because I'm still on my vacation," she said before hanging up. Fucking Great.

Onika's POV

    I looked through the shade room comments tearing me and my child to pieces and sighed. Was this the right thing to do? "Hey Ayla," I cooed, when she crawled to me. I often wonder if she feels my sadness because she's right there every time I need her. I felt my phone vibrate. "Hello," I answered in my usual chipper tone.

    "Bitch," someone said with venom.

    "Woah retract the claws," I said to the caller, "Who is this."

    "You know who the fuck this is," she said, and she was right. I will forever and always know her voice. I smiled in satisfaction, at least getting my ass ate up on those comments were worth it. Ayla is going to know her other parent.

    "Let's think about this logically. If I knew who you were, why would I ask. Now how can I help you Ms.," I said holding on to the s for her to answer.

    "Bey," she said through I'm guessing clenched teeth.

    "Bey is that short for Beyatian," I asked just to fuck with her brain. All this pain she's caused me for months, she can take a bit of trolling.

    "No it's short for I'm a whoop that ass cause the baby ain't mine," she stated.

    "Oh ok well I can just call you Bey right. Anyway she is yours. In fact we have DNA testing tomorrow at 9:30, don't be late. I would hate to have to take you to court, not good for your public image. Oh and by 9:30 I mean 9:30 on the dot, not moseying in at 10 not 9:45 not 9:31 not even 9:30 and one second. Exactly 9:30, you know what to avoid confusion, just show up at 9:15. Your daughter's name is Ayla Marie Summers. She is 9 months old and an established pageant winner already. She's going to be successful, so now would be the time to get in her life. Wanna say hi to her? Wait no it's too soon for you. I understand. Have a great night Beyoncé. Oh and tell that bitch Lisa I said hi, because I tried to warn her and she will not make me out to be the bad person," I said not letting her get a word in before I hung up. I smiled at the success of our conversation and continued cuddling my daughter. Hopefully getting Ayla's other parent in her life would be worth it.

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