Beyoncé is Shawn's biggest puzzle. As a brilliant chief of neurosurgery, his mind and feelings go berserk when he meets the sweet 23 year old. The moment her case lands on his desk, Shawn sets up a goal: solving this girl's mystery. What she doesn't...
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Shawn
I grab Bey by the hand and we walk towards the car. She seems to be in a rush because she is literally dragging me there.
"Bey, what are you doing? It's late at night, nobody can see us."
"Nah-huh. Mr. Kettleton from across the street." She nods her head in the direction of a house that looks like it's about to crumble down. "Is the most curious person in the world. She even started a rumor that I was dead when I wasn't. She's a cruel old bitch. No wonder her husband died before her and she is still alive. Not even the earth wants to swallow her." Spits out Beyoncé. Her serious tone made me smile.
"Ok then let's walk without holding hands."
"Nooooo." She whines. "My hands are cold. Here hold them." She offers me her cold hands and I rub them together as we walk to the car.
I open the door to the passenger's seat and I help Bey inside.
"Get out." I command.
"Nah but I just got in." Says Beyoncé in a tired tone. I roll my eyes.
"Not you big head, him." As soon as I said that Idris gets out and with one look, he understands that he needs to take off by himself. He nods and winks at me. Fuck you. I mutter. He puts his index and middle finger in a v shape and mimics eating pussy and I cackle. I wish I could get some but it all depends on her. He takes off in the opposite direction and I know for sure he is going to break into somebody's house. I take my phone out as I circle the vehicle and he answers after the first beep.
"That house that looks like it can be demolished, an old lady made up some disgusting rumors about my girl."
"Looks like I found a new home." Coos Idris as I hang up. He'll take care of it.
"Alright baby. You want me to turn on the heat?"
"No, because then my throat goes dry and also my nostrils and I'll be super uncomfortable." She says as her chin trembles. She's cold as fuck.
"Are you sure?"
"I mean yeah, but I am cold. Can you turn it on? I'll let down the window." She presses the button that lowers her window all the way and I turn on the heat.
"That's going to make zero difference." My mouth says but I still do as she told me.
"Oh c'mon, you will run out of gas money or what? Bitch." She says indignantly and I chuckle. Her smart mouth is one of a kind.
"So where to?"
"Cold noodles." She starts clapping happily. I asked for a location and she gave me the name of the food. I shake my head in disbelief while I smile.
"Korean restaurant?" I ask. naengmyeon is a dish that is served mostly in most Korean restaurants but I bet that we can find even a Chinese-themed one that can make them. I just hope they have the broth in the freezer.
