Life {COMPLETED}

Chapter Twenty-Two

Megan POV
The Next Day

I rubbed my eyes irritated as I stepped off my jet in Houston. I went straight to my Lambo and got in and sped off to my house where I knew Bey still was.

So much of this coulda been avoided if Bey woulda just chilled and let me have my moment to be upset. I wouldn't have even entertained Pardi had she even talked to me about the song in advance so I wouldn't be caught off guard and looked dumb. Not to mention, even after the song dropped, I knew she saw everyone and their mama dragging me calling me all kinds of names and she didn't once defend me. But I got something for that ass. 

I don't fucking know who I'm married to right now but it's not the same person I married way back then. Don't get me wrong, I love her a lot, but I can't keep going through this shit. We were just getting back to a good place. 

I grabbed my phone and went to Instagram and started a live video. I slid my phone in the blue rhinestone phone holder attached to a vent that positioned my phone so that it faced me. After about 3 minutes of me not saying anything, I looked at the number of viewers and noticed the number of viewers were tripled. This is exactly what I wanted. 

"Hey y'all. I know y'all probably expecting me to react to that thing but I'm here about something else. As Beyonce so wonderfully wanted to put my business out there, I'm going to do the same." I paused as the viewer count went up even more and the comments started coming in super-fast. 

"So, since she wants to talk about people cheating, let's gone and clear that up right now. Me and Jonathan never fucked. Jonathan is the guy that Bey thinks with her whole soul that I cheated on her with. During the whole rough patch, I left home whenever I got mad, and I went to Jonathan's house. We chilled, talked, ate, smoked, cuddled, shopped, whatever, the list goes on and on. We never fucked or none of that. I noticed way before Bey brought it to my attention, so whenever she would especially piss me off, I would do stuff that would make her really think me and him were messing around. I never fucked him or anything, I did little, small stuff like wearing his hoodies home and come home smelling like him. That part was normal because if I'm cuddling with him, I'm gone smell like him. 

That's neither here nor there. Back way when I first came out rapping, me and Bey were messing around, I do admit that me and her were basically together in our heads and whatnot, but we had an unspoken agreement that we were only for each other, but she broke that bond and ended up having sex with her ex. I didn't talk to her for a year after that, but she was persistent in trying to reach me. Either way, I'm sick of y'all and her making it seem like I was the first person to cheat when I wasn't. And once again, I never cheated. Me and Pardi aren't even a real thing. I never actually fucked him, even as many times as I wanted to. As soon as I thought about making a move, Bey popped in my head." The comments started blowing up with #FuckBey and I chuckled to myself. It wasn't an angry chuckle, it was more so a disappointment chuckle. 

"I drug along the narrative that me and Pardi fucked simply to piss off Bey, all of this could have been avoided had she told me about Jealous. She knows better than anyone that I don't like my business put out on the street, so imagine my surprise when I'm sitting at a listening party and I hear her going on and on about how I'm out cheating on her and doing her wrong to her face. All in all I'm not finna play this back-and-forth shit." I ended the live once I got to the house. 

I got out the car and pulled my sundress down. Heading in the house I knew this was going to end in one of two ways, we figure this shit out and we admit where we were wrong and we move on and try to rebuild our marriage or we both agree on a divorce. I reached the door and grabbed my keys out my purse and unlocked the door, walking in. 

"GISELLE WHERE YOU THE FUCK AT?" I yelled as I ran up the stairs since that's normally where she is. 

I got to the top of the stairs and I heard the TV going in our room and I quickly ran to the room. Opening the door I seen that the TV was blasting and she was sleep butt ass naked with no covers on her. Seeing her dick brick hard, laying against her stomach made me slightly drip and my mouth water. I got an idea and quietly walked into the closet and grabbed two big black leather belts and walked out and back into the room. 

I gently wrapped the thinner belt around her ankles, making makeshift handcuffs. Once I tugged on the belts a bit and they didn't move, I stood back up on the side of the bed. 

I raised my arm and brought the belt down hard on her thighs making a loud pop sound making her shoot up. "WHAT THE FUCK?" 

*POP*

*POP*

*CRACK*

*CRACK* 

*POP*

*CRACK *

*SMACK*

*POP*

"MEGAN WHAT THE FUCK STOP." She said as she flopped on the ground in pain since she tried to stand and fell.

"NO GET THE FUCK UP," I swung the belt again making it hit her back. She hissed and arched up some in pain. "YOU WANTED TO PUT OUR BUSINESS OUT ON FRONT STREET AND I TOLD YOUR ASS I WAS GONE BEAT YOUR ASS IF YOU EVER DID THAT SHIT." I swung the belt again and again until I felt satisfied. I was gone get all my frustrations out until I felt satisfied. 

After about 45 seconds of beating her as with the belt I got tired and flopped on the bed while Bey sat on the floor silently screaming in pain. 

"Now we gone talk about this like mature adults." I started. She wiped her few tears and sat up slowly. "Okay." She said as she sniffled. "I apologize for putting our business out in the streets. I was just hurting I didn't know how to express my emotions since you normally help me do that. I should have just sat down and talked to you about what I felt and not assumed. I really do still love you, I just want my wife back." She said tearing up. I took a deep breath. 

"I love you too, I really wanna make us work but you gotta be willing to help make us better. I want Riah to grow up with a good example of how two people should love each other. I married you for a reason and I wanna stay together. Plus, that dick too good for you to be divorcing me." I said chuckling. She smiled softly. "I love you baby."

I smiled and stood up and walked in the bathroom. I ran her a bath since I could see welts start to appear on her body. I out Epsom salts in the water and some massaging lavender body wash. 

I went back in the room and helped her up and into the tub since she was already naked. Once she was settled in the tub I went back in the room and grabbed the beats pill and connected my phone up and sat it on the counter and shuffled all of Kehlani's albums. I undressed and got in the tub with her. 

As if on queue, The Way started playing. I felt Bey pull me in her lap and start kissing on my neck. "Let me please you baby." She softly bit my ear sending shivers down my spine. She grabbed my hips and grinded me into her lap, her shaft sliding through my slit, making me drip more. 

"Take me, I'm all yours."