An Unexpected Love

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Megan's POV

I rolled over in my bed, groaning, not wanting to wake up. I sat up slowly after noticing I felt slightly dizzy, I screamed once I noticed Jay sitting at the foot of my bed, staring at me...watching me, like a creep.

"What the fuck, Jay! What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" I yelled as I pulled my blanket up and over my bare chest. I quickly checked my bedside table for my phone and saw that it wasn't there. I hope Jill realizes where I am, or Kellon and Normani for that matter.

"Chill, ma. I'm not on no weird shit but ya moms wants you downstairs. Aye, speaking of your moms, what ever happened to Uncle Pete? Weren't they married or some shit? I can see why he married her though, she fine as hell," he said with a big ass grin on his face.

I squinted my eyes at him and pulled my blanket into myself even further. "Him and Hotti- I mean Bey were on a trip. They were rock climbing and he fell from the cliff they were climbing...he died instantly. The police still feel like the circumstances are suspicious cause his harness was secured and there should've been no reason for him to fall...but I just accepted the shit situation as what it was. You would've known if you came to the funeral, but I guess your internet fans are more important than your family, huh?"

Jay paused for a second, as if he was surprised that I took it there with him; just as I had done before, he squinted his eyes at me like he was beating my ass with his eyes. But then his face softened and his large, white teeth made an appearance; he leaned forward and pushed my foot, almost playfully. "It ain't even all that," he laughed. "Unc knew what I meant to him."

"Your 'Unc' hadn't seen your ass in almost seven years and neither had I. Maybe it's better you didn't show your face at my daddy's funeral. Also, what type of nephew marries his uncles widow?" I scolded him with a very clear attitude.

"Megan, I'm not about to go back and forth with you," he said with his accent becoming stronger. "This rap shit is my life, fuck everything else."

Just as I was about to respond, Beyoncé walked into the room. Of course. She definitely sensed the tension between Jay and I because of the eye contact she made between us after entering my room. "Everything alright?"

"I'm fine," I lied, slightly turning my head away from her. I caught her in my peripherals sitting on Jay's lap, kissing him...tongue kissing him. My body started to react to seeing the passionate kiss but I squeezed my legs together as hard as I could. Knowing my bare body was under the blanket, all it took was for Beyoncé to walk up and pull it off. My mind slipped back to the sex, the passion between Hottie and me, the way our bodies molded together, the way I was slowly remembering how she felt inside of me. I scolded myself quietly and looked down at my hands.

"You're so sexy, baby," she smiled down at him. "Breakfast is on the table, Megan. But I need to feed my man firstttt."

She pulled Jay up and walked out of my room. Finally, thank God. I laid sprawled out on my bed for a while, eyes closed. I wanted Normani, I wanted Jill, I wanted and craved for the love I had for Bey. This shit was complicated as hell and the mix of emotions made me overwhelmed. I started to feel bad about what I told Normani, if I had just accepted her love and loved her and the twins, maybe I wouldn't have dealt with everything I went through with Beyoncé. I regretted everything, every choice, every hormone that made me lust for Bey. Everything. I wanted my family and Jill to come save me, I prayed that they went to the police and told them everything. I prayed.

I got out of bed, put my clothes on and went into the hallway. I scoped the floor, making sure Jay and Bey weren't upstairs. I need to find my phone, a phone, any phone. I turned left, going towards the end of the hallway, towards my daddy's...Beyoncé's room. I turned the knob slowly, pushing the door as softly as I could; I peaked my head inside the room, not seeing anyone, then walked inside. I search the bedside tables, nothing. I searched the dressers, nothing. The last place to go was the closet. I walked in, looking through everything I set my eyes on. I got on my knees to look underneath Beyoncé's shoe rack; at first I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary before I saw a rolled piece of paper in the back corner. Suspicious. I grabbed the paper, unfolding it to see a newspaper article about my daddy's death...Bey's name was never mentioned in the article. Again, suspicious and weird as fuck. Why was Beys name not in the article? I thought long and hard about the first conversation we had after he died. She told me she was interviewed by the news and by the police but why was her name not in the article?