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Trina‼️: Bey I need my nails and my hair doneee😩 : I'm going to request $500
:Girl you're expensive 😂 : hurry up and request it dumb ass
Trina‼️: Thanks honey
Picking up Beyoncé's phone this morning was a huge mistake. She was beside me knocked out and I was staring into her phone, reading over messages that were never there the last time I checked.
Which Trina was this and why was she so comfortable asking Beyoncé for money?
It felt like I had been staring at Beyoncé for years, trying to figure out how to address this but she suddenly woke up and her eyes scanned the room until it landed on me with her phone in my hand.
She tiredly sat up, instantly reaching for her phone. I pulled it back, mugging. "Go back to sleep, what are you doing?"
"Onika-" She reached behind me and I quickly moved out of her reach, getting off the bed. She followed right after me and by now I knew she was hiding something.
"It's too early to be playing bruh." She sighed, reaching for that phone again.
I threw it at her and my nostrils flared. Her phone fell to the ground before I started questioning her.
"Who the fuck is that bitch and why were all of her messages deleted?" I asked calmly, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Why the fuck were you going through my phone?" She glared at me.
I laughed, "See no, you're playing." Walking around her, I dug for my phone, regretting even coming over to Beyoncés house this morning.
I heard her let out a very tired groan before she stood over me. She watched as I put on the rest of my clothes. She hadn't touched me again but she kept talking to me, "What are you doing Onika?"
"I'm about to go home. What you mean?" I asked calmly, looking up at her. "You think I'm bout to stay here after the shit I just saw?"
She stood in my way, "What did you see, Onika?"
"You're sending bitches money?"
She sucked her teeth, "Trina?"
"Who's Trina?" I asked with a raised brow. I had a gut feeling that Trina wasn't a friend, I don't care how polite she was being in the messages.
"She's just a friend." She deadpanned.
"A friend?" I chuckled, "Did you fuck her?"
"Uh, before we got together."
I laughed, shaking my head. What is up with Beyoncé and her "friends"?
"Onika she's a friend! Just be-"
I pointed my finger at her, "That is not your friend, dumb ass! You don't get to have friends that you have fucked! What are you not getting!?" I felt like I had to keep on repeating myself to her. "If you wanted to fuck a bitch or already did, she can't be your friend!" I've never in my life wanted to lay down with Mali, even when we'd get drunk and affectionate.
