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Onika
The moment Beyoncé came and gave me a kiss and started to change into home clothes I was dreading tomorrow. She is due to go to Atlanta, Georgia on a business trip and it's horrible!
I've saved face for her because I know how Beyoncé is, she will cancel opportunities for me (which I've told her to stop doing), but deep down I can tell she senses how much I don't want her to go.
She hugs me tight in her sleep. Her wife beater is hugging her body right and she's got on some sleep pants that I feel as she literally spoons me, legs and arms around me, face in my neck. I can feel her breath rustling my hairs on the back of my neck.
This is horrible.
But then again I can tell Beyoncé is passionate about her job. She can't stop. I won't allow her. She loves it too much.
I turn around and snuggle her tight. I kiss her forehead and whisper sweet nothings about how I love her which I truly do and when she stirs, Malik ing my heart skip a beat, my breath stops. Thank god I didn't wake her. It will be a long day of travel and immediately going to a meeting once the plane lands.
I seriously don't want her to go. I ace for her presence even when she's just going to the grocery store for essentials. I have no idea what I will do alone for a week.
Tomorrow comes fast when I find myself sobbing in the car on the highway on my way back home from dropping her off at the airport.
I'm sure everyone else on the road thinks I'm stupid as shit but I truly miss Beyoncé, she's the love of my life.
First thing I do when I arrive home is see which hoodie of hers I'd like to wear in hopes that it'll soothe me. Nothing calms me down more than Beyoncé's scent and body weight against mine.
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"Nika!"
My baby comes through the door with her suitcase with a big smile on her face. I love her smile.
"Baby!" She pauses in front of me as I'm laying on the couch. "Onika..."
"What?"
"You wearing my clothes... again."
She's play-scolding me with her tone and it's honestly theeee cutest thing ever when she does it. She's not a very out-there person and more reserved so when she's goofy and playful it warms my heart. It balances out everything in our relationship, personality-wise. I love it and I love her so much.
"And what about it?"
I smile and begin to sit up and give her a gentle hug. My heart is beating out of my chest. The only reason I haven't jumped into her arms is because she's in stilettos and decided to wear a necklace with spikes on them. I'm not trying to get stabbed.
I give her a giant hug and kiss her.
"I missed you so much."
"So did I baby."
The calling every moment she had a break did not soothe the ache that my body has for her presence and touch. None of it. The clothes made me ache more.
Being able to smell her maturely and flowery scent but not having her near was like torture in the worst form.
Beyoncé starts playing with the hem of her shirt on my body and smiles.
"Stop making funna me. I missed you." I interrupt her laughing with a kiss.
"Open my jacket and look."
I do and she's that she has on one of my shirts hidden behind the buttons of her blazer. How she managed to keep it so discreet, i don't know, but my heart skips so many heats and I just stare at her with wide eyes and a smile.
"Oh Bey Bey!"
"I missed you. C'mon."
She engulfs me in a hug and I wrap my arms and legs around her tightly. Her hands grab my ass just good and I can't help my smile and I don't care how big and toothy it is. I missed her so much.
"You always look so perfect in my clothes."
"You always look so perfect in my clothes."
________ Yall 😭😭😭😭 my bad Ik I promise all these updates and quick releases then don't-- life is living and I'm 🤏🏾 this close to skipping town and going to another country bare w me yall.
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