ROCKSTAR LIFESTYLE {COMPLETED}

31

DRAYA

Beyoncé
LA
July 11th

I stopped running immediately. My hate for a big scene and allowing the outside world into my business was much larger than this. I had done nothing wrong, and when I finally caught up to my woman to address her in private, she would see that. I could see that this would already be everywhere. It would be silly to air out our dirty laundry for everyone to hear.

I caught up to her in the lobby where three white women stood in the revolving door, taking up space and making sure nobody was getting past them. Usually I hated women like that. Today I wanted to tip them like bellboys.

They recognized me but the moment they got the thought to speak to me, I was all in Onika's grill so she couldn't move.

"You know that wasn't me. You know I didn't kiss her."

"I don't know anything because apparently the bitch had you speechless. Why was that door locked?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Baby do you hear yourself? I'm telling you I didn't kiss her. What would be the point of that? After I just sat there and said everything I said, you still don't trust me?"

"You're not answering the question, again. I'm not going to allow you to smooth talk your way out of this."

"Out of what?!" I found myself getting louder with every word, and people were beginning to take notice. I stepped in closer, "Can we leave?"

"No."

"Onika... Listen to me."

I knew she was angry, but damn. I needed to get through to her if I was gonna keep my damn business out of the streets.

"Come on. I don't wanna get hot in here. I just got accepted in this place. Let's not get kicked out please."

The moment she relaxed, I took her by the hand and guided her toward the door.

"Excuse me. Can we get by y'all?"

"You're Beyonce right?"

"Ma'am, we need to get through please."

The moment she went to say something, Julius finally showed up. He just about scared those white women, but fuck it. I needed them to move.

And they did. Julius lead us to the Cullinan and I allowed her in before me, my hand on her back and her shrugging away from me.

Julius eyed me before he shut the door.

"I must look so fucking stupid."

I scooted in and she scooted away. "Stay right there."

"We are arguing over nothing."

"Why was the door locked? If I ask again, I'm gonna lose it."

"Why does that matter? I just told you I didn't do anything wrong, and you keep asking me when I'm telling you—"

"Okay Beyoncé," She scooted further away and turned her body away from me.

I was so damn confused. I went to say something, but nothing came. Was I wrong? I told her I had done nothing wrong. Why were we still arguing?

"Babe, what is happening? I'm confused. She followed me, she kissed me, she locked the door. Why are we arguing?"

"Because you aren't listening to me. I tell you to explain and you don't answer. I ask you a question and you don't answer."

"I said it was her. Doesn't that trump the question?"

She turned to face me, "Why would you want to trump me?"