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Onika POV
Same Night
Dr. Knowles Residence
I woke up to the sound of thunder vibrating through the atmospheric sound waves. I tossed around before realizing I was in Beyonce's empty California king size bed. My eyes immediately rolled over to her alarm clock near her side of the bed- 3:45 am.
I threw my short legs across the bed, careful to slide down slowly until I felt the cold wooden floor. I walked to Beyoncé's side of the bed to slide into her Bottega slides, but they were gone- which meant she was somewhere in the house.
I went to the bathroom to pee, after handling my hygiene I went downstairs to look for Bey. When I walked past the kitchen, Lauren's mini-Birkin was still sitting on the counter. Now I was definitely confused as hell. The last thing I remembered was Lauren and I watching the Polar Express eating some vanilla ice-cream in the theatre- the rest was history after that. Bey must have carried me to bed.
I checked the theater and living room which were both empty, so I went to Beyonce's office. When I approached the door it was cracked with a dim light illuminating against the European marble floors. I pushed the door open slowly and Beyonce came into my vision. She was sitting behind her desk, extended back in her chair, legs propped on top of her desk with her glasses hanging at the ridge of her nose. She was intently studying over some papers she held in her hand, she didn't even realize I stepped in.
"Bey..."
She looked up from her papers and smiled. "Hey baby... I forgot you're scared of thunder."
I chuckled- she was definitely right; I was terrified of thunder and lightning. "Where is Lauren?"
"She's in the guest headquarters. I told her she could stay over since it was storming. Don't want her driving Manhattan in these conditions."
I nodded proceeding to take a seat at one of the chairs in front of the desk when she shook her head.
She patted her thighs. "Come here mama." I could see the outline of her friend through her gray sweats.
I carefully made my way behind her desk, she pulled me down slowly on her lap facing her. She placed a quick kiss on my neck, pushing my hair back behind my ear and grabbing my chin.
"Wassup Onika...What are you thinking about?" Her deep sultry voice asked. It's crazy how well this woman knew me. To be honest, Cardi's death was still ringing off 10 million questions in my head.
I sighed staring into her hazel puddles. "Beyonce... I want you to tell me the truth. Did you have anything to do with Cardi's death?"
She licked her lips losing her grip on my waist leaning back in the chair. "Why would you ask me something like that?" She snapped.
"Because- you were missing most of the night-."
"According to the news report she OD around 4am. I was in your guts and penetrating your ass at the same time. Any more questions Onika!" Beyonce infuriatingly retorted.
"Where were you then?" I pressed.
"At my mother's house, she just got out the hospital herself. You wanna check her security cameras at her house? We could drive there right now."
She was saying one thing, but her darken brown discernments were saying something different. I shook my head and proceeded to get up, but she pulled me back down. Then the remark she had made the night before replayed in my head, "I love you—and I'll always protect you, no matter what."
