𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

18

Onika Maraj | POV
Houston, Texas
December 1st

Today is finally the day Beyoncé meets my father. He kept reminding me that I could not hide her from him, that he knew everything. So he picked the day and today was that day.

However, Beyonce has been in that phone all day. I typically don't like to ask her questions because it could be work or her family, but this was important to me. I needed her to be paying attention to everything.

"This is beautiful," Ivy spoke from the backseat of my car. Smiling I took a quick look at her and nodding before focusing back on pulling into my Father's long driveway.

"Yeah it makes me wanna move back in," I said laughing as I put my car in park and turned my car off. Staring off at Beyonce she was actively smiling at her phone just texting away at whoever she was talking to.

Rolling my eyes, I turned to Ivy and smiled so brightly. "You ready boo? I should've offered if one of my cousins could come but my father is cool. He's probably gonna want to talk to you more than your momma." I said to her and she nodded with a smile on her face. God she looked just like her parents.

Taking our seatbelts off, I grabbed my Chanel bag from the behind me and got out the car placing my keys in phone in my bag.  "You getting out beautiful?" I asked Bey and she nodded without saying anything to me. Frowning my eyebrows, Ivy stood at the hood of my car and I exhaled.

"Hey, Bey, Get off your phone or i'll just take you back home."

Her head popped up and she looked confused. She grabbed her belongings and got out of my car. Closing the door, I walked off to my front door but held my hand out for Ivy to grab onto which she did.

"We good?" She asked before I was able to knock on the door and both Ivy and I turned around to look at Beyoncé.

"Of course, I just need you here in the moment. Not on your phone. Even when you got in the car I had to speak to you."

I held onto Ivy hand as I knocked on the door with the other. Feeling Beyoncé pulling my hair behind my shoulder she exhaled and placed her hand on my hip. "Hey I apologize, I got too invested into this dumb group chat. My bad, my sweet girl."

"It's okay," I said dryly as the door swung open and my dad stood there with a bright smile on his face and him being fully clothed in Versace. Mr.PutThatShitOn.

"Ahhh my happiness, come in." He said stepped aside letting the three of us enter his home. Once we all did, he shut the door and walked around to greet all of us.

"Hello Beyonce, No introduction needed. It's nice to finally meet you." He said holding his hand out and she quickly grabbed it shaking it firmly. Okay good start off. Seeing her smile made me smile. Watching as he held his hand out for Ivy, she was still looking around the home.

"And Who may you be?" He said.

"Ivy. You have a nice home, sir." She replied as she grabbed his hand. He shook her and shook his head looking up at Beyonce then me.

"So, you two are an item huh?"

"Yeah dad you know this." I said laughing and she nodded turning around to make us follow him into his lounge room. People only sat in the living room when there was a major gathering within his friends and family. Once we made it to the lounge room, Beyonce, Ivy and Me took a seat on his wall setting couch. While my Father took a seat in his personal love chair.