"Church girl, don't hurt nobody.."
Pastor's wife trapped in an arranged marriage with repressed feelings about her sexuality. She's always been able to keep a great poker face but what happens when she meets, Beyoncé..
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Beyonce: I'm so sorry, traffic is crazy right now. I should be there in like ten minutes.
: Okay.
I shoved my phone back into my purse as I sat in my car waiting for her. Sounds of Kirk Franklin blasting through my speakers eased my anxiety.
I couldn't pinpoint why I was so nervous. Sure this was an amazing opportunity I didn't want to mess up. But my anxieties surrounding it were ridiculously out of hand.
I was trying hard to convince myself I had nothing to worry about. Sure Beyoncé seemed a bit rebellious for my taste but I knew better than to judge before I actually knew her.
I was so engrossed in my music I didn't notice her approach my car. It wasn't until I was startled by a knock on my window that I noticed her and a light-skinned man not too far behind her.
I rolled down my window and she immediately started dancing to the song that I had playing. Without thinking I scanned her body.
She was wearing a pair of low rise jeans and a crop top that showed off her abs and a dangly belly piercing.
"That's my shit!" She loudly, declared while dancing to 'If you've been Delivered' by Kirk Franklin.
My eyes widened in shock as she continued to dance and I glanced at the man behind her who shook his head in disappointment.
"Well the Bible says God looks after babies and fools the most so.." I teased as turned my car off and got out.
"Your sense of humor is so auntie coded. How old are you?" She asked as she stepped back from my car so I could close and lock it up.
"I'm twenty-two almost twenty-three. I guess I have an old soul."
"Hm—I would have to agree. There's nothing wrong with that though." She said as she started to walk towards the opening.
"Oh, by the way! This is Julio, the nigga who made me late today.." She said introducing the man and I nodded as we shook hands.
"My name isn't Julio it's Julius. She's a crackhead." He replied causing my eyes to widen once again.
Lord, what did I get myself into?
Once we were in the studio itself I couldn't help but be in awe of how it looked. It was much more intimidating than I anticipated.
