"No," he rumbled in my ear. "I have to fuck you. Now."
"Why? Are you marking your territory?" I'd only been half serious with the comment, but he pulled back and the look in his eyes said that was exactly what he was doing.
I wriggled out of his gr...
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(Chaos ahead 🤣)
I found them in the living room, standing so close to each other they would only have to lean in a little to kiss. I could only see Shawn 's face clearly from my angle, and he didn't look about to make-out-he looked about to strangle.
A fireball mixed of jealousy, hurt and confusion sparked through my body. And betrayal. We'd vowed to not see Mariah without one another. I'd betrayed him too in that department. Served me right to get a taste of what that felt like. It felt like shit.
"Why would Mariah make it up?"
I'd been too wrapped up in the scene in front of me to realize Mariah and Shawn weren’t alone. The voice that pulled my attention belonged to Sophia. Sitting next to her on the couch was Idris -shit! My and Jack was at the window, his back to the room.
What. The. Fuck.
"Because that's what she does." Jack turned from the window. "Ah, and many of these questions can now be settled because the subject at hand has arrived."
All eyes in the room turned toward me.
I addressed my question to Shawn alone. "What's going on?"
"Beyoncé -" His voice was as tense as his body, but a flicker of light passed through his eyes at seeing me.
Mariah stepped in my sight line, her expression hard. "I've told them. They know."
"Mariah, stop it," Jack said.
"Know what?" The hairs on my arms stood on end, the electricity in the air prickling all around us.
No one answered.
Jack looked around incredulously. "Are you going to tell her, Mariah? It's only fair for her to hear it from the horse's mouth."
Sophia's jaw dropped. "Are you calling Mariah a horse?"
"Dammit, Bey. I knew this was going to happen. I knew it." Idris stood and began pacing.
"Shut up, Idris ." I took a step into the room. "What is going on?"
Mariah exchanged glances with Sophia. "You need help, Bey." Mariah took Sophia's outstretched hand for support. "I want you to know, I'm not mad at you and I don't blame you for anything-"
"What the f**k are you talking about?" While I still did not understand the situation, there was one thing that was suddenly clear-this was an intervention. An intervention for me.
"Fine." Jack crossed the room to me. "Since you aren't going to explain, then I'll do it. Bey, you know I love seeing you. I'm sorry it's under these ludicrous circumstances." He put his hands on my upper arms and even across the room, I felt Shawn bristle.
"Mariah showed up at our house this morning throwing a hissy fit with these outrageous claims about you. Then she called Shawn and your brother here," Jack paused to glance toward Idris , "and arranged for this whole extravaganza. Good thing I was around so I could come along and try to pound some sense into these people who are listening to her." At the end of his speech he turned to the others, his voice and body animated.
