𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

“ The Meeting ”

The elevator ride was tense. Onika, Michael, and Beyoncé stood in silence as they ascended to the meeting floor. Beyoncé adjusted her hair in the reflection, her loose waves cascading down her back, perfectly complementing her gray blazer vest and matching pants suit. Her silver jewelry added a touch of elegance, and Onika couldn’t help but admire how the pants hugged Beyoncé’s curves, the outline of her panties teasingly visible.

Onika's eyes roamed over Beyoncé shamelessly, her gaze lingering on the perfectly tailored pants. With a smirk, she reached out and straightened the fabric over Beyoncé's ass, making sure it was perfectly smooth. Michael glared at Onika, his eyes filled with irritation, but Onika paid him no mind. The elevator doors opened, and they walked into the meeting room.

The governors were already seated, waiting for the discussion to begin. As they entered, Beyoncé took charge, her presence commanding respect. She handed each governor a file, her movements precise and confident.

“Good morning, everyone,” she began, her voice firm and authoritative. “Before we start, I’d like to remind you all why we’re here.”

She proceeded to put each governor in their place, reminding them of their positions and the importance of the meeting. Her confidence was palpable, and Onika couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride mixed with desire as she watched Beyoncé take control.

Throughout the meeting, Onika's eyes never left Beyoncé. She watched as Beyoncé skillfully navigated through the agenda, her intelligence and poise on full display. The way she spoke, the way she moved, everything about her exuded power and grace.

Onika's mind wandered to the night they had spent together, the memory of Beyoncé's touch still fresh in her mind. The sexual tension between them was almost unbearable, and Onika found herself fantasizing about what would happen once the meeting was over.

Beyoncé, aware of Onika's gaze, threw a subtle glance her way, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. She knew exactly the effect she had on Onika, and she reveled in it. She continued with the meeting, her words precise and impactful, each statement driving home the importance of their objectives.

As the meeting progressed, the governors began to fall in line, each one recognizing the authority Beyoncé wielded. Onika couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched Beyoncé dominate the room, her presence undeniable.

The meeting finally came to a close, and the governors left the room, each one carrying their files and a newfound sense of direction. Onika, Michael, and Beyoncé remained behind, the tension between them still thick in the air.

Beyoncé turned to Onika, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “I think that went well,” she said, her voice softening as she addressed Onika directly.

Onika nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. “You were incredible,” she replied, her voice filled with admiration.

Michael, still simmering with anger, stepped forward. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice tense.

Onika glanced at him, her expression hardening. “Not now,” she replied curtly. “We have more important things to discuss.”

She turned back to Beyoncé, her gaze softening. “You handled that perfectly,” she said, her voice filled with genuine praise.

Beyoncé smiled, her eyes locking with Onika’s. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and desire.

As they stood there, the world outside the meeting room seemed to fade away. The tension between them was electric, the promise of what was to come lingering in the air.