Worst Man (COMPLETED)

Chapter 26

Chris,

"Bad news is we don't know where Ken or Byron could be." One of the FBI agents said

"What you mean you don't know?" Bey asked clearly irritated.

"The last house either of them were staying in were completely empty, furniture cleared out also."

"So you're telling me that at anytime this nigga could attack us, light us up, maybe even kill us and you wouldn't even know it because you half ass doin your job?" Bey said

"Babe relax." I said

"Ms.Knowles, I want you to know we've been looking for them since the night you were stabbed. The guy that we have isn't talking, just know we're doing all we can to keep you and your family safe."

"Just find the niggas, what y'all use all that unnecessary science shit for? Display? No put that shit to use and find these niggas." Bey said standing up from the couch.

"Thank you Agent Bowman, I'll talk to her." I said shaking his hand.

"I'm sorry Mr.Brown, I really am."

"No don't be sorry she's just not herself right now but I'll fix that. See you tomorrow."

"Alright sir." He said before getting up from the couch letting himself out of me and Bey's hotel room. We decided that Zahir should remain with her parents until this shit blows over.

"You went off on the man for doing his job bey are you serious?" I asked getting up from the couch turning to look at her.

"He ain't fuckin doin his job if that n-"

"Shut the fuck up, real talk you gone have to chill it's never ok to put pressure on somebody like that. Shit can always go wrong, stop talkin so reckless to people like you run some shit because you don't run shit, you understand me?" I gritted, she nodded. "When he comes back tomorrow you'll apologize."

"Come here." She said

"Beyoncé take yo freaky ass in that room and learn how to talk to people." I replied sitting back down on the couch, a few seconds later she came and straddled my lap.

She kissed my cheek before mumbling in my ear, "I'm so sorry daddy."

"I ain't the one you need to be apologizing to."

She scooted up sitting on Cj, I laid my head back sighing. She kissed along my jawline before leaning up a little pecking my lips a few times. "It's been weeks baby." She spoke gently against my lips, one thing I can say is that I could never get tired of Beyoncé. She's a nigga weakness, taking her away from me is like taking away the only thing we breathe, oxygen.

"I-I ain't in the mood." I replied

"That ain't what CJ is telling me." She smirked referring to how hard I was. She got off of me, she grabbed ahold of my hand. Fuck it, I got up allowing her to lead me into the bedroom. She turned to face me, she gripped the end of my shirt, I lifted my arms up as she lifted my shirt pulling it off of me.

I was gone let her do whatever the hell she wanted, she loved to be in control and I did too. I always end up being the one getting the control, she pushed me back on the bed. I crossed my arms behind my head watching her, I licked my lips as she climbed on top of me.

"I love you Chris." She mumbled against my lips, she bit her bottom lip slightly smirking. She dragged her hand down my chest and stomach, she untied the draw strings on my jogging pants. She dragged her tongue down my body slowly, she got off the bed grabbing a rubberband off the dresser. She tied her hair up in a sloppy bun, "Take those off." she instructed, I looked at her for a couple seconds before getting up pulling my sweatpants and briefs off.