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Last night, we ended up leaving to go to Beyoncé's house. We all showered and Robyn respectfully went into the bathroom in the hallway and slept in the guest room.
She was actually so nice, I feel bad for talking so much shit before we formally met. We showered in silence but it was completely comfortable. Beyoncé had me on her good side for the rest of the night and we even slept in the same bed. We fell asleep before a conversation could be had but I still ended up falling asleep in her arms.
When I woke up, we weren't tangled together anymore but my leg was over her body. She looked real comfortable. I smirked, sitting up.
My body was sore since the night before so right now, I was really feeling it. I quietly hissed, rubbing my thighs before limping to the bathroom.
I peed and cleaned myself up, laying my head down on my knees, not yet ready to get off the toilet. After a minute or two, I took a deep breath and got up to flush the toilet.
I looked at myself in the mirror, pursing my lips as I washed my hands. My curls were a mess but I looked like a fine ass mess this morning. I flipped my hair to the side with my fingers, making kissy faces. My lips were so plump this morning, I loved it.
While I was brushing my teeth, Beyoncé walked into the bathroom. "Good morning baby."
I turned my head to hear, "You know we need to talk, right?"
She nodded, "Would you like to go first?"
"Yes, I would." I replied, without hesitation. Before I started on my rant, I rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth. "Just because we fucked last night does not mean I forgot about everything you did. This Trina bitch, sending her money is an issue. I don't even know why you'd think that was okay. And you deleted messages, which makes this look worse than what you keep trying to tell me it's not."
Beyoncé nodded, getting ready to open her mouth but I stopped her. She decided to brush her teeth while I finished.
"Hold on, I'm not done. You had the nerve to get mad at me and you tried to flip that whole thing on me, which is crazy seeing you were the one being sneaky." I pointed to my chest, "I was only the one that found out. I've never cheated, I've never taken or given anything to a nigga that has fucked me and I didn't have to get used to that. It's basic common sense when you're in a relationship." I huffed, finally getting all that off my chest.
"Also, what you did after that boy picked me up was unacceptable. I understand being upset but running into the house the way you did, only to get a gun and shoot at the car I was in was not okay. Regardless of what you think, if a bullet landed on him and that car crashed, I would've gotten hurt."
Beyoncé nodded, not saying a word until I gave her the say-so, "You can talk now."
She spit, talking with her toothbrush still in her mouth. "I can admit I was wrong for everything I did and I won't even try to excuse it because you're right, if I found out you were still talking to niggas you've fucked, I'd be pissed."
