[ON TEMPORARY HOLD]
She's my bodyguard
The assassin who'd kill for me
The assassin who'd rather die young than live her life without me
The assassin who will never let me go.
She was just another job
Until she became my reason for breathing
But on...
The doorbell rang as I was on my way upstairs, I looked around confused and started walking towards the door to open it. Beyoncé was already a few miles behind me, with her gun in hand. I completely ignored her presence and pulled the door open. I immediately started smiling from ear to ear once the intruder came into view.
"Hey, baby." Said Wayne with his raspy voice as he flashed me his diamond grilled smile.
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"Wayne!" I squealed happily as I threw myself in his awaiting arms. "I missed you!" I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist, holding me closer to him.
"I missed you too baby!" he said while placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, and I smiled at that gesture. "You keep getting finer." He said as he let me slide down his body and making me twirl around so he can see me.
"Word?" I asked him as I used his own lingo, and he chuckled at that while nodding his head. "Word."
He looked ahead of him, and he smirked down at me. "Who's the Grinch that's looking close to blowing my balls off with them eyes and gun?" he asked as I turned around to see Beyoncé looking grimmer than before. She can choke.
"Oh, her? Just my bodyguard." I said dismissively, and I heard him chuckle next to me.
"She ain't looking too happy with us." He said and I shrugged my shoulders at that. Not my problem.
"Her job consists of lots of unhappy shit, I'm sure she'll find a minute to unclench and unwind." I told him while rolling my eyes at this, because why's we talking about her anyway? The fuck.
"You lucky I got a soft spot for your ass, or them answers with that tone would've been dealt with different." He said and I jokingly pushed him away. He was right though, and we both know it. How? I never kiss, fuck, or donate and tell. That's one of my main rules
Wayne and I are like this all the time, the two best friends that are too touchy, too physical, too flirty, the ones who everybody thinks they fucked on the low. Did we, though? Maybe, or maybe not. We've always had a soft spot for one another, maybe even some crushes on each other, but our friendship never wavered or got strained. Our friendship always comes first, no matter how busy we get. He's one of the main rap goats, he's always busy and on the go, but he always makes time for me and comes to France to visit monthly. I adore him endlessly, and vice versa.
"You gonna leave me at the door or what, Nic?" He asked me as he wrapped his arm around my waist and gluing me to his side. Always touching on me, not that I mind.
"Boy, you ain't getting in until you give me my gifts." I told him and he let out a raspy chuckle while making me walk alongside him. I heard some footsteps approaching, and I turned around to see Beyoncé keeping an eye on us as she stood by the door. Yeah, well she better watch that ass twirl with soembody else's arm around it. With her bitch ass. I rolled my eyes at her while throwing my own arm around Wayne's waist as we walked towards his car.
