"Your allure is a subtle temptation, a quiet seduction that lingers in the air. Every glance and gesture is a promise whispered on the wind-inviting, intoxicating, yet always just out of reach. It's a pull I can't escape, desire dressed in grace."
I'd say that this is a long chapter since I've been m.i.a
A G K
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I hopped out the back seat of the car and walked up to bey's door. I knocked and the door opened why was Beyoncé in sweats and a t- shirt ? "Baby, what are you doing? Why aren't you dressed?" I asked as she walked into my arms.
"I am getting dressed." She mumbled against my chest. I got a good look at her hair. I could tell she was trying to tame it.
"Baby just leave it like that." I said stepping back from her.
"Why are you even rushing me Anaya?"
We were supposed to be at the air strip in thirty minutes. It takes Beyoncé forty five minutes to get dressed up and she was only on her hair.
"You have thirty minutes, where's my bestie?" I asked. "With Jay." I nodded. I went to walk back outside before she grabbed my arm.
I pecked her lips then nose then head and she let me go. I was bout to tell this nigga to go. I mean he's my driver but it makes more sense to let Julius bald head ass to take us. I texted him and then told my driver to go.
I grabbed my duffle going back into the house. I closed the door behind me and sat on her couch. "Baby!" I heard. I got up and made my way to her.
"Wassup B?" She held up two outfits. I pointed to the dress. "Where yo bags at?" I asked.
"What bags?" I tilted my head and gave her a look.
"Bey I told you to pack a bag." She shook her head.
"I'm playing baby, why are you being mean to me?" She said wrapping her arms around me. I pecked her lips and sighed.
"I just really want this to go well and it's a surprise after all."
"I understand that baby, and it will I'll be happy with whatever you have planned." I nodded and kissed her again. She took off her clothes right in front of me and went to put on the dress. I closed my eyes.
I heard her laugh before I felt her push my chest. "Stop baby." I smiled hearing her whine. I pecked her lips before stepping out of the room to let her continue getting dressed.
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We were finally on the plane after hours of waiting on Beyoncé. I know now to tell her the wrong time because without her glam squad she moved like a snail. She was sitting in the co pilot seat minding her own business.
"Where are we going Anaya?" She asked for the thirteenth time. I simply shrugged and she huffed. She's been pissed off ever since I lifted the aircraft off of the ground and it was funny. "You're not even supposed to be in front here so tone that shit down Beyoncé."
I chuckled when she rolled her eyes. She hated when I called her by her first name because I never do it. I don't see the need to unless I have to get a point across to her hard headed ass.
