𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

6

Onika Maraj | POV
Houston, Texas
September 4, 2023
Beyonce' Birthday Bash

"Onika why do you keep ignoring me?" Beyonce asked.

We stood in the middle of the bathroom as she continued to ask me about my whereabouts. Rolling my eyes, I turned around to lock the door then faced her. What did she want me to do? Having her in the same room as Raheem made my heart drop to my ankles, but now she's following me around like an obsessed stalker.

"Beyonce you are married. I am with Raheem, what do you want from me? You keep asking me why I'm ignoring you. Well, it's because I don't regret our kiss but it's the only thing that plays in my head Bey." She listened as spoke and nodded her head. Watching as she walked closer to me, my footsteps backtracked until my back was pressed against the restroom door.

"I understand, that's why I wanted to talk to you. I apologize Onika. Do I regret our kiss? No of course not. However, I do understand our circumstances. If I made you uncomfortable, I sincerely apologize Onika."

She spoke with passion as her eyes stared into mine just like it did that night. Escaping into her eyes, we stood in silence as the tension grew again. She stepped closer to me, filling the space in between us and wrapped her hand around my neck. Leaning into me she smirked and shook her head in a 'no' motion.

" You don't mean anything you say."

Standing in place I didn't want to move without her say so. However, I had to remember why I ignored her for the past two days. Pulling her hand down from my neck, I exhaled and looked down breaking our eye contact. " Why don't you feel no remorse. Not one inch of guilt in your body? You're the one that's married. You have a daughter Bey. You are not even into women." I said trying to look away.

Watching her step back from my frame, she chuckled and bit down on her bottom lip. "Onika, I feel the same way you do. So, do not bring my child into this because you feel bad about actually feeling something from a fucking kiss. I love Shawn, he gave me my beautiful daughter, but he doesn't do it for me anymore. And I can clearly see Raheem has NEVER even touched you other than a kiss,"

How did she know that?

"You don't know anything about my relationship with Raheem. So, respectfully, mind your own business." I spoke.

"I know one thing." She said coming up on me once again. Reaching behind my back, she twisted the lock backwards and her warm brown eyes lowered. "I know that in the short kissed we shared, got you wetter than anything you ever did with him."

Forcing me out of the way, she left without saying anything. Breathing lightly, I left the restroom to join the crowd once again. Watching how everyone danced and enjoyed myself I quickly spotted out Raheem. Making my way to him, I tugged on his shirt which caused him to turn around and bend down to my mouth. "I'm ready to go. I need you." I said in his ear. He lifted up ad frowned his eyebrows and looked around. "Bae we just got here, why aren't hanging out with the girls?'

Why couldn't just listen to me?

"Baby I'm telling I need you and you're not listening. Let's go to my house Heem." I said to him as he released a hard breather. Noticing he was getting annoyed with my request. I gave up. Holding my hand up to him, I laughed looking deep into his eyes. Pulling his shirt down so he could be closer to my mouth. "Honestly Rah, forget it. Clearly you would rather be here begging on your hands and knees to be one of the boys with Shawn. Don't your throat hurt?' I said pushing him back releasing his collard his shirt.