Roommates

Chapter 10

JAY'S P.O.V

Surprisingly, the feeling of small kisses being placed all over my face woke me up this morning. All my hoes know I don't tolerate morning kisses, so whoever this is has really fucked up.

Come to think of it, I don't even remember sleeping with anyone last night. I'm sure I spent most of yesterday evening talking to Beyoncé. Shit, I must really get around if I can't even remember having sex with someone. As a side note, I don't do "talking" with girls. They're either a fuck buddy or irrelevant, so I need to sort the mess between Beyoncé and I out real quick. I can't have her changing my ways.

Instead of opening my eyes to see what was going on, I followed my inclination to push the person off the bed.

"Jay!" I heard an extremely recognisable voice scream. Shocked, I opened my eyes, and was instantly hit by an unbearable amount of light beaming through my window.

"I'm blind!" I shouted as I covered my eyes. I heard a huge sigh and then quickly tried to adjust to the illumination. Looking to my left, I saw Beyoncé crouching down next to my bed. "Beyoncé?!"

"Why would you do that?!" she questioned.

"Wait, was tha-" I was suddenly cut off.

"JayJay, that hurt!" I heard yet another familiar voice shout.

"Kyra?" I asked. Beyoncé then picked her up and placed her on my bed.

"Why the hell did you push her off the bed?!"

"I didn't know it was her!" I defended.

"Who did you think it was?" she asked.

"Just a hoe." I replied.

"And your first instinct was to throw them off the bed?!"

"They know the rules about kissing in the morning." I stated.

"What are you taking about?" she tiredly asked.

"I don't do the morning kisses." I explained.

"Why not?"

"I allow them over here to have sex, that's it. Kissing them afterwards would just lead them into thinking we're in a relationship of some sort." I elucidated.

"But you and that girl made out the other morning in the living room?" she recalled.

"We were going for round 2." I plainly put.

"Whatever, let's end this conversation now. Kyra's here, remember."

I looked down at Kyra, who seemed to be too occupied fiddling with my fingers to take any notice of what we were saying.

"What's she doing here anyway?" I asked Beyoncé.

"Her dad dropped her off earlier. He wants you to look after her for the day." she replied. Staring up at her, I raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

She shrugged, "He didn't say."

"Ky, do you know what mommy and daddy are doing today?" She just shook her head and continued to play with my hands. "Are you mad at me?" I asked as I stroked her head. She nodded, which caused me to sigh. "I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't know it was you."

"You hurt my arm." she said, looking up at me.

"Whereabouts?" I questioned. She pointed to her forearm, where a small red mark was located. I brought my head down towards her and gently kissed the spot. "Any better?"

She smiled and vigorously nodded her head. "Thank you." she politely said.

"Are you busy today?" I asked. After receiving no answer, I shot my head up towards Beyoncé, "You." I directed, receiving an eye roll in return, on her behalf.