It's 2006 and Beyonce just released her newest album "B'Day." She's on the covers of Vogue, adding more Grammy's to her collection and soon becoming the next best thing. In the middle of her popularity, she travels back home to Louisiana for her mot...
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BEYONCE TURNED HER HEAD AND SMILED, feeling her hair blow graciously in the wind. She connected her eyes with Micheal who offered her a wink, causing her insides to turn to mush. She quickly faced forward, adjusting the reins she held in her hands. The pair were riding their horses down a dirty trail, taking Louisiana in.
"I'm right with you, don't worry." He said and she giggled, rolling her eyes. He knew she kept looking back to make sure he didn't head back home without her knowing.
"So Micheal." She dug her teeth into her bottom lip as she said his name. "How long have you been living here?"
"My entire life. I would always leave and go somewhere else for a moment but I would always find myself back home." He stopped his horse next to hers as they looked over the view of waves crashing on the shore in front of them. He looked at the sign that said 'Beware of Alligator' and sighed. "You've got to be kidding me. You're expecting me to swim?"
"Why are you afraid, old man?" They tied their horses to nearby trees and began walking down the beach.
"Who are you calling an old man?" He teased, chuckling. "I sure ain't look like one."
"Oh really?"
"Really." A slight blush coated her cheeks as nasty thoughts entered her mind. She looked him up and down, excited to see his naked torso. That was always the plan. She invited him out to the beach to see his body and for him to see hers. She worked hard to maintain her figure and she was more than happy to show it off.
When they arrived at a decent area, Micheal fixed the blanket on the floor and Beyonce brought all the food out from the basket. Finally, she pulled out the bottle of wine with two glasses and settled it down.
"Are you one to get tipsy on one glass?" He asked after they both sat down and made themselves comfortable. She opened the bottom of the wine and began pouring two glasses, handing him one. "Do you think I am?"
Micheal thanked her and leaned back on his left elbow. "I think you're someone who's innocent—doesn't really drink alcohol. Before you arrived, your mama warned me about you. She said you can be somewhat of a little diva but I haven't seen that yet. I think you're a saint."
"A saint?" She giggled, scrunching her nose. It was funny, she knew she was the opposite of what he thought she was. "That's cute."
"Am I wrong?" He asked, narrowing his eyes in curiosity as he took a sip of his wine. Beyonce pried her eyes away from the water and looked at him, shrugging.
