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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THE ROOSTER OUTSIDE BEYONCÉ'S WINDOW sounded once again and her eyelids fluttered open. She yawned, stretching her arms out. After realizing she was alone, she raised herself on the bed and rubbed her eyes. She saw Micheal standing in front of her mirror, running his hands through his hair.
"Ah, finally. You're awake. Good Morning." He smiled and she trailed her eyes over his outfit. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt with the first few buttons opened, dark blue slacks, and black dress shoes. His blonde hair was perfectly gelled back, only a couple of curls falling against his forehead. He looked well groomed and she clung to the covers, trying to calm her body down.
"Which tie should I wear?" He held two ties: blue and grey. She raised her right eyebrow, leaning against her bed frame. "You left my room, got ready at your house, and then came back just to see which tie I would choose?"
"I wanted your opinion."
She stood up from the bed, smiling as she made her way over. Standing on her tippy toes, she kissed him. She loved waking up with him near, it automatically put a smile on her face. When she pulled away, he pulled her closer. "Get your ass back here."
His lips were on hers once again and she melted into his chest. Whenever she was with him, her entire mood brightened. Normally, she would wake up cranky but memories from last night stayed in her mind. She deeply appreciated him running in the storm just to get to her and make sure she was fine.
Eventually, she pushed him away and giggled. "I think the blue tie looks better."
"Blue tie it is." He said, raising his collar. She sat back on his bed, watching as he began to secure the tie, focused on the task. She understood why Josy was a complete mess. Losing this fine man? She couldn't even imagine it.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, running her fingers over her smooth thighs. She was deeply affected by him, so much so that she was sure he had caused a puddle to form under her on her bed.
"You have time to spare?"
He turned to glance at her, his throat tightening as he watched her play with the strap of her nightgown. He chuckled, placing his hands in his slacks. It was then, she noticed the way his muscles could be seen from under his dress shirt.
"You're going to be the death of me." He said, walking towards her. She grabbed his hand, pulling him down to the bed and wrapping her legs around him.
Micheal ran his hands up and down her back as she closed his eyes, savoring his expensive cologne. "Will you be there for my performance tonight? I managed to convince Miley and Solange to perform with me."
