FRAUD

III

Copyright © 2022 by howblack

A light and funny chapter for you (and maybe the last "short" one), don't be shy and comment, I need to know if y'all like it!

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Onika Maraj was a realist woman. In her mind, it would be natural to exchanges business tips with Lauryn Hill. To find Noah's ark in the basement of her garage. Or even be invited to be a voyeur for Captain America and the Great White Shark. But specifically it was somewhat unrealistic to imagine that one day you would be coming home with Beyoncé Knowles as your guest. In reality, "invitation" was an extremely forced word to describe the scene. And by that, Onika meant to imply that he had no choice in bringing her home. 

After the little accident Beyoncé suffered on the stairs and Onika's insistence in talking about the millionaire proposal, the texan decided to give in and go to the house of the entrepreneur. This almost made Onika regret it, as Beyoncé came all the way accusing Onika of witchcraft for the accident. Eventually, this didn't affect the businesswoman. It only managed to entertain her more.

Even despite Onika's insistence that they undergo a medical evaluation first, Beyoncé refused. She claimed that she was fine. Consequently, Onika did not believe the confession. Not when Beyoncé made faces in pain every three minutes. 

When Onika stopped in front of her door, she stuck her hand in the bottom of her Gucci purse and pulled out her keys. Beyoncé was slightly behind, throwing the weight of her entire body onto the leg that did not have an injured ankle. Onika could feel the texan's impatience emanating like smoke into the sky. 

As soon as the businesswoman manages to open the door, she turns to Beyoncé, who in return stares at her in irritation. "What?" 

"Lean on me." Onika indicates to her arm. 

"No, thanks. I've inhaled enough toxicity coming from you." She rolls her eyes. "I'm not excited about breaking an arm"

The shorter woman stares at her boredly, but doesn't disapprove of Beyoncé's rejection of help. Onika really didn't want to go to the trouble of taking the blonde inside. She just offered out of politeness. 

"You should stop blaming me for all the wrong things in your life." Onika initiates diplomatically. "That fall, for example. It was the realization that you are no longer the apple of God's eye. Have you been straying, Beyoncé?"

 Beyoncé opens her mouth to say something, apparently to curse, but from the short but observable experience of knowing Beyoncé's profile, she would not allow herself to be provoked. "Could we please just come in?" She asks. "I'm sick of hearing your drivel for the day. That's more than human beings can handle"

"You know what, Knowles?" Onika asks before making room for Beyoncé to pass first. "You're in a really bad mood lately. I don't think that singer can make you cum"

Beyoncé shoots her a fearful, repressive look. "You are unbelievable." 

Onika on the other hand doesn't even care. Keeping her expression calm and entertained.

"That's because you didn't see me in bed." Onika simply says, while overtaking a completely unresponsive Beyoncé. "All right, here we are." The businesswoman rubs her hands together. "Welcome to my secret lair. Mi casa is not su casa, so don't even feel at home. But please don't contaminate your energy around here and no holy purification on the furniture. I like the environment I have and I pay a great insecticide system, therefore no need to kill any bugs with your heavy emotional load."