Not Expected [BeyoncexCiara] *COMPLETED*

A New Side

(Ciara's P.O.V.)

"Annnnnnnd thats a wrap! Good job, people!" The director of my video shouted as we finished one final scene. The guy I was dancing with smiled and gave me a hug, which I returned.

"That was really good, Ci. This video is going to be great," Mike complimented, looking at the footage we just captured.

"Awwww! Thanks," I thanked, tucking my shorter hair behind my head.

Rih, who was with Mike, gave me a tight smile as I headed for her. That was not a good sign at all, and I wondered why she was mad at now. This has happened many times in the past few weeks.

"You were hot out there, baby," she complimented. Her arm snaked around my waist as we went to my dressing room.

Once in the private space of my dressing room, I closed the door and spun around to be met by Rih's glare. "What was that?"

I took off my shirt. "What was what?"

"You dancing all over that man like you know him," she angrily said. "Like he's your boyfriend! Didn't I tell you not to do that? Are you trying to embarrass me?"

"Whoa, baby! It's no big deal! All for show, nothing else. Got to give the people what they want." She should know this, since she's an entertainer too.

She's been like this for a while now. It used to be just Bey, but now it's everyone! I helped out Keri Hilson one time because we accidentally bumped into each other at a party, and Rih flipped out and had a cow! Did she really think I would leave her just like that?

"Aww, c'mere." I wrapped my arms around my not-official-yet girlfriend and kissed her forehead.

Rihanna rolled her eyes at me. "Stop it, Ci."

"No, because you're overreacting. And I want you to know that I'm all yours. And nobody else's. Alright?"

She shook her head. "Sure. Then one day, I'll come home to see you and Bey in my bed!"

"Oh my god! Not Beyoncé again! We. Have. NOTHING! Why can't you see that?!?"

Rihanna's face turned dark. "Don't you ever yell at me," she growled.

"Then don't accuse me of things you know goodness well I didn't do!"

She grabbed my wrist and held it tightly. "I don't like games, Ciara."

"Great, no more taking you to birthday parties. Now let go."

She didn't move.

"Let go, Rih! I have to get dressed!"

Not a muscle twitched.

"Baby, please. You're starting to hurt me," I said, dramatically quieter. Indeed she was. Her grip had gotten tighter on me.

"Rihanna stop it!" I shrieked.

She pushed me into the wall, and pinned my arms up above my head. I softly whimpered, because this wasn't any better. Her eyes glared into mine, and I wanted her to move away from me desperately. Yet, I couldn't conjure up any words to say to her.

"What did I tell you about yelling?" She said in a low voice.

"I..." I didn't know what to say. She's never been like this to me before, and I was shocked. The only times she has me against the wall is if we're kissing, taunting, or being playful. Never in a way like this.

Rihanna gave me another look before releasing me and walking to the door. "I'll be in the car. You have ten minutes to be out."

When the door closed, I let out a sigh I didn't know I held. What was her problem, and why was she being so weird and moody? I rubbed my wrist and continued changing, remembering what my girlfriend just said.

I rushed out, saying quick good-byes to everyone who spoke. They gave me weird looks as I passed, but I ignored them. Rihanna sat in her red vehicle, and grinned when she saw me.

"About time you listened to me," she said as I got in.

I gave her a small smile. I was still shook up about what happened not even five minutes ago.

She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss, which I returned. I hoped what ever happened back there never happened again. Because I didn't like that side to Rihanna, and I don't want to ever see it again.

A/N: Short chapter, I know. But it's just an insight on their relationship.

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