One Night Stand

Chapter 2

Beyoncé's POV

I arrived at the DNA testing center at exactly 9.45, just to piss her off. I didn't see her so I walked up to the front desk. "Is the mother of Ayla something some season Maraj here," I asked. The receptionist looked at me with wide eyes.

"You're Beyoncé Knowles," the receptionist squealed.

"Yes I'm here for a DNA test," I said.    

"She told me you were coming but I didn't really believe her. And oh my God you're here," she smiled. "Can I have an autograph?"

"Anything for a fan," I said straining a smile. I signed her paper, just Beyoncé, nothing special.

"Oh she told me to give you this," the lady said handing me a piece of paper. I unfolded it to see perfectly written cursive letters that read 'See you in court bitch.'

"Fuck," I yelled.

"Control your temper. There Are other patients here. We wouldn't want another Solange in elevator moment," she smiled. I gave her a smug smile, before throwing the paper in the trash and walking out the door.

"Robyn," I said when she finally picked up the phone.

"What nigga," she asked.

"How do you make baby momma drama go away?"

"How the hell am I 'posed to know. If you used a condom this wouldn't be a problem," she laughed. I pressed the end button violently and threw the phone in my back seat.

"Baby," I said, calling my car's name.    

"Yes Beyoncé," the automated lady responded.    

"Call Crazy bitch," I said.

"Calling," the car told me.

"Hello," her perky voice answered.

"Bitch," I said.

"I think you don't know my name. It's Nicki," she responded.

"Your name doesn't matter," I told her.

"That line got us in trouble the first time," she laughed, seductively. I felt my dick jump in excitement.

"Look lady, what do you want," I asked.

"A lot of things, so what are exactly are we talking about," she answered vaguely.

"To leave me alone, what do you want," I asked.

"See that's the thing you have another 18 years until I can leave you alone."

"How about 2 mil," I offered, and I was being generous as fuck. I didn't even know if that baby was mine. She scoffed.

"How about no. I know Ayla is yours and if I were just a gold digger as you suggested 2 million is low ball considering what I would get in child support from The Beyoncé Knowles" she answered.

"How much," I asked.

"Beyoncé I make 6 figures, my daddy owns a very successful strip club, my mommy is a model, and my grandma owns an established beauty salon," she answered giggling. "I don't need your money."

"So why are you harassing me," I asked frustrated.

"Oh well that is simple," she said before taking a long pause. "I think I love you," she said before bursting into ferocious laughter.

"Bitch," I yelled.

"Ok, ok," she said, calming down. "You're a parent whether you choose to accept it or not, and your little girl needs you. So you will be there. It's time to grow up Beyoncé," she said, before adding. "Bye my first love," and laughing. I hung up.