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BEYS POV:
I strolled into my mom's office space, running my fingers through my hair to smooth out the tangled mess that had accumulated since I had driven with the windows down to grab coffee for the office.
Between Jay wanting to spend time with me before I went back to work and the wind my hair was all over my head. Per usual though... my hair got caught on my lip gloss one too many times.
My mother watched me in annoyance as I placed the tray down she noticed my hesitance and moved closer to me examining my smeared makeup and tussled hair.
"You uhh... You have a reason to be this frantic Bey?" She said observing me.
I shook my head no and watched as she continued to pry.
"Beyoncé you smell like YSL... the only man in the family that wears that cologne is Jay. Were you two hooking up before you got here?"
I tried to deny the truth but sadly nothing got past my mom.
"Yeah, I stopped by the house and checked on him before grabbing the coffee for the shop. The wind also messed my hair up so don't blame it on him." I said reasoning with my mom
"You have a promo shoot in an hour and you look terrible honey..." she said as she smoothed out the top of my hair.
I watched as she took some dry shampoo and brushed my hair throughout before blow drying. I leaned back into the chair and relaxed while she continued to question me.
"So... any news for Dontrell?" My mom asked while curling my hair.
I shook my head no and sighed, tension evident in the room."No Mom... we haven't spoken in weeks he keeps sending flowers and Janessa keeps returning them."
"Janessa isn't on his side anymore?" She said in shock.
I looked at my mom through the mirror and laughed softly. "No Mom, the only one that's team Trell is you. He cheated on me and lied nobody likes him."
"I mean but so did Jay a couple of years back."
I stared at my mom blankly. "Would you rather deal with old trauma or new trauma?"
"How about no trauma Beyoncé... why can't that be an option?"
"It can be Tina... but I need you to cut him a break because Shawn is trying, he's doing every single thing that I'm telling him to and not giving me any issues. We're practicing sobriety together so there's no liquor in the house, getting closer to god. He doesn't pay a single woman any mind and hasn't in decades. We've been doing therapy, Blue and the Twins do activities with him every Monday and Wednesday. He's fucking trying." I snapped.
I watched as my mom's face began to frown up at my words. I didn't mean to come off as aggressive. Before I knew it I was standing up and wrapping my arms around her.
