Behind the Curtain

9

Prior to the trip
Beyoncé

It has been a tumultuous few days between Shawn and I. The argument we had before I left our home was explosive, the culmination of simmering tensions that had been building for weeks. I couldn't bare the atmosphere anymore so I hastily packed a few essentials and left with the kids, seeking solace in our private homes across different cities and countries.

Before we departed I sent Shawn a message in frustration:

Since you want to act the way that you do, keep it that way. I'm leaving and taking the kids on a vacation with me.
Delivered

No response. The silence only added to my sense of abandonment.

It was past 1am when I felt overwhelmed and alone, desperately needing someone by my side for emotional support. Y/n immediately came to mind. She was always there, quick to respond and understanding. I called her, hoping she'd pick up before my jet took off.

She swiftly answered the call, a reassuring presence in the darkness of my uncertainty.

"Hey.. y/n, are you awake?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" A sense of concern in her voice.

Reluctant to burden her with the truth, I came up with a simpler story.

"Nothing major. Just wanted to know if you want to take a trip to Cannes, France with me and the kids for a while? We take off in the morning."

"Her response was calm and accepting, "I don't mind, what time are we taking off?"

Relief washed over me. Y/n's willingness to join me gave me hope amidst the chaos of my crumbling relationship.

"In a few hours, we'll be over to pick you up around 8.. and we'll be off."

"Okay."

"Okay, see you later, and thank you so much."

"Mhm, see you soon!"

Ending the call, tears welled up in my eyes. The weight of my emotions crashed over me like a tidal wave. I couldn't believe Shawn was treating me this way again. First, the infidelity, the entire world knows about and now this distance and neglect. What had I done wrong? How could he abandon us like this, especially with our children involved. Which made me begin to raise questions about how he may be cheating again.

As I sobbed quietly, my mind wandered to Y/n. She was more than just a friend. Her beauty and sweetness is undeniable, and her bond with my children was heartwarming. Every time she was around, there was a sense of ease and comfort that I craved in my current turmoil.

Thoughts of what could be, with her invaded my mind. Tempting me with a fantasy of a supportive and loving relationship that seemed so out of reach with Shawn.

If he clearly doesn't care about me or our relationship, then maybe I could consider a future with Y/n. She was everything I wanted—supportive, caring and present in a way that Shawn hadn't been in a long time.

The idea lingered in my mind as I wiped away tears, preparing mentally for our trip to Cannes. Deep down, I knew decisions made in emotional turmoil weren't always the best, but the allure of escaping my current pain with someone who seemed to genuinely care was hard to resist.

The morning glow cast a gentle glow as we arrived at Y/n's apartment to pick her up for our impromptu trip to Cannes. Julius, always reliable, loaded her bags into the car while I tried to keep my thoughts in check.

Y/n was stunning as ever, thinking about how even better her face would look in between my legs. A pang of excitement hit me as I entertained fleeting fantasies about her.

I reminded myself sternly to keep things professional. But deep down, a part of me wondered what could happen if we crossed that line. What no one knows can't hurt them right? The idea lingered, enticing yet dangerous in the midst of what felt like my failing relationship with Shawn.

"Hey, Bey!" Y/n greeted me with a warm hug, pulling me momentarily out of my thoughts. Internally rolling my eyes as we hugged. She turned to greet the kids, who were bubbling with excitement over the trip.

As we settled into the car, Julius checked in, "Are we all buckled in and ready to go?" The kids cheered from the back seat.

Arriving at the jet, we got settled for the flight. Y/n understandably tired from the sudden trip, decided to nap. Meanwhile I couldn't shake off the thoughts of her remembering the times we seemed to have flirting or teased each other, it always seemed to spark something between us.

Alone in my thoughts, I immersed myself in work on my laptop. My new album 'Cowboy Carter' was nearing its release, and despite personal turmoil, I found solace in the project's progress. Y/n and the team were enthusiastic about it, and their support buoyed my spirits. The album is set to drop in three weeks, and I can't wait for the world to hear it.

Despite the calm onboard, thoughts of Shawn lingered, his indifference stung, but I pushed it aside, focusing on the bigger picture. I couldn't afford for personal issues to overshadow my career, especially with the press always lurking and hungry for a story.

Hours passed and with everyone asleep, I finally finished my work. Closing my laptop, I couldn't help but grin at the rare moment of solitude. It was a chance of reflection.. and perhaps confront the growing attraction I felt towards Y/n.

In the quiet cabin of the jet, with only the hum of the engines as company, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility of something more with Y/n.

What started as a professional relationship had evolved into something deeper, something I hadn't expected amidst the chaos of my personal life.

As the flight continued towards our destination, I knew I had to tread carefully, I allowed myself to acknowledge the complicated feelings swirling inside of me.

Heading to the bathroom of the jet, I sit myself on the low sitting wooden bench, once which Shawn and I have had quickes on a few times.

Pulling down my sweatpants, and removing my jacket along with it. Treading my fingers down to my slit, spreading my wetness around my pussy, I continued to rub in circles to the thought of Y/n, throwing my head back and closing my eyes with a scrunch to my eyebrows.

It's to the point where just seeing her face gets me off.

I quietly let out a few whimpers, hoping I'm not too loud.

"Y/n.. oh my god, fuck," I whisper to the image of her eating my pussy, causing heat to run through my core.

Eventually inserting two fingers into my pussy I yelp, breathing heavily, as I feel my orgasm creeping up and my legs involuntarily shaking. The sound of my wetness and panting filling the bathroom, causing me to have to cover my mouth.

"Fuck, y/n, I'm about to cu-" my orgasm shoots through me causing me to close my legs around my hand. I sit still in that position for a moment to regain myself.

"Shit," I groaned pulling my fingers out and seeing my essence webbing onto my fingers.

They've both touched themselves to each other at this point, but are trying to hide what they have for each other they should just kiss already