Chapter Three

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Author's note: Starting to write pov cause why not 🤷🏽‍♀️

Beyoncé's POV:

She left me here. That son of a bitch left me here. No after care, no passionate kiss to seal the deal. I got left on my kitchen countertop covered in my juices and her love marks. Who the fuck does that? She used me. She used the fuck out of me. But that was the best nut of my life. Jay couldn't even do that shit, and he actually fucks me.

I get up of the counter and make my way back to my room. i'm covered in my juices, frankly unable to walk nevertheless, I made my way towards the shower so I could rid myself of her. If that she believes that she could come to work tomorrow and still have a job, she must be crazy.

After my shower I called Kelly instantly. I need to tell her what I've just done. Well what I've just done with Megan. Actually I need to tell her about Megan. i've haven't been talking to anyone since she started working for me. I've been so busy with getting her attention which I guess I did cause she did fuck the shit out of me with her fucking leg. This shit is so embarrassing.

Kelly:
Hey beybey! what's going on? haven't heard from you in a hot minute

Beyoncé:
The most fucked up shit just happened to me

Kelly:
what happened?

Beyoncé:
Long story, but I hired this fine ass landscaper. I've been plotting on her, trying to get her attention. Well, I got it. She just popped up at my house on her day off, and fucked me. She ain't even touch me. I rode her jeans like a dog in heat.

Kelly:
OH WOW! Bey, this is a lot. How do you feel?

Beyoncé:
Like I need a drink. I looked like an easy, desperate whore just begging for my next nut. Completely humiliating.

Kelly:
Do you need me to come over?

Beyoncé:
Yes, I would really appreciate that.

Kelly:
Okay, babe. I am on my way.

Ending the call with Kelly, I got dressed. I decided to put on a Real Housewives of Atlanta because...I wanted too. After sitting on my couch thinking about my morning, the doorbell rang and my Kelly bursted through my door. I don't know why she rang the doorbell if she knew it was unlocked.

"BEY BEY" Kelly yelled through the manor.

"I'm in here Kelly!" I responded. I watched Kelly walk into the room with my sushi and wine. She knows me so well. I needed to eat something too. Today's event has me starving.

"So let me get this straight," Kelt said taking a quick swig of her wine, "you tried to seduce your landscaper and she ended up fucking you but not really fucking you."

I nodded.

"Bey"

I nodded

"What in the freaking fuck were you thinking!?"

I shrugged

"You're married! What about Jay? What if he finds out? What about the kids?"

"Jay is in a different city every other night putting his weak dick in other bitches. Why can't I just have one?" I told Kelly. It's true. It wasn't just Becky. There are others. At some point, I came to accept it. I just want my kids to grow up in a two parent household. I experienced split custody and separation, and being away from one of your parent for extended periods, it was dreadful.

"Kelly if you saw her," I started, "you would just melt."

"Since when the fuck were you gay?"

"Since she stepped in my house." I responded with no hesitation.

"Oh," she replied shocked, "well what are you going to do about this?"

"When her bitch ass shows up here tomorrow, Imma show who the fuck she playing with?

End of Chapter Three

Hey yall! Sorry for the wait and the shortness of it. I'm going to get the next chapter out tonight.

Let me know what direction you want this book to go.

Do you want Megan to interact in Jay Z and the kids?

This is yall book. I'm just writing it.

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