MY TEACHERS A NYMPHO | JCOLE X BEYONCÉ

8.

Beyoncé sat comfortably on her plush living room couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. The soft glow of the lamp next to her created a warm atmosphere as she flipped through the glossy pages of a fashion magazine. The beautiful images of stylish outfits inspired her, and she began to cut out pictures for her style vision board.

Meanwhile, the familiar sounds of her all-time favorite musician, Michael Jackson, filled the room. His song "I Can't Help It" played gently from the speakers of her vintage record player. As she savored a cup of soothing chamomile tea, its warm aroma surrounded her, adding to the relaxing vibe of the evening.

She sank deeper into her couch, finally finding a cozy position. Just as she began to unwind, a sudden knock at the door startled her. She wasn't expecting anyone.

She threw on a robe to cover up her slim, thick physique. Slid her slippers on and walked toward the door. "Who is it?" she called out.

"It's Thomas," the voice on the other side said, tinged with a mix of reluctance and hope.

Beyoncé's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of emotions flooding her mind at the sound of her ex's name. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door, revealing him standing there, nervously clutching a bouquet of vibrant flowers and a gift bag. The sight of him brought back vivid memories—both sweet and painful.

"Hey," he said sheepishly, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"What are you doing here, Thomas?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral, though a hint of annoyance peeked through.

"I just thought... I mean, I wanted to apologize for how things ended between us. I know I hurt you," he said, offering her the flowers. "I wanted to show you I'm sorry."

She shook her head, feeling her chest tighten. "You shouldn't have come. We've been broken up for three years...It's not that simple."

"Please, just hear me out," he pleaded, stepping slightly into her doorway. "I miss us, and I really want to make things right."

She took a step back, shaking her head firmly. "You don't understand. I'm happy now, Thomas. I've moved on." A silence hung in the air between them, thick and uncomfortable. She could see the confusion etched on his face, and she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the next words. "I'm pregnant, and I'm in love with another man. His name is Jermaine."

The air thickened with the weight of the revelation. Thomas momentarily froze, words caught in his throat. Finally, he let out a shaky breath. "I... you're really going to choose him over me?"

Beyoncé felt a pang of sympathy for him, but her resolve remained strong. "It's not about choosing. It's about what makes me happy, and right now, that's Jermaine. I can't go back to what we had."

Thomas's shoulders drooped as he stepped backward, floundering for something to say, and finally, he turned to leave. "I just wanted you to know that I still care," he murmured, walking away with the gift bag still in his hand, now a symbol of unfulfilled intentions.

As Thomas exited, Jermaine entered the hall, his brow furrowing at the sight of the familiar figure leaving the penthouse. He recognized him instantly, the man who once held a significant piece of Beyoncé's heart.

Jermaine's eyes narrowed in scrutiny, a mixture of protectiveness and anger igniting within him. A part of him wanted to storm up to Thomas and demand answers, but he took a moment to steady his breathing before confronting her.

He walked into the apartment, his face stormy and concerned. "Bey, what just happened?" he asked, unable to mask the urgency in his voice. "I saw him. He was at the door?"