"If I'm so fucking immature Beyoncé, why the fuck did you say yes to marrying me?"
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Bey's POV
I scoffed as Y/n asked me that question, but never answered."You can't speak now?"
"You just did all that yelling tryna read me, but you can't answer my question?" She frowned.
I bitterly laughed.
"I'm going to walk away before this conversation ends in something we both don't want." I mumbled loud enough for her to hear as I tried to step away from her to grab Julez and leave, but was cut off by her speaking.
"And what's that Beyoncé?" By her disgusted tone, I could tell that she knew what I was threatening already.
Her face twisted up in disgust and she shook her head at my silence.
"I'm done with this conversation, Y/n." I folded my arms as she stood up in front of me.
"Nah, you don't get to say shit like that then try to dismiss your self." She sternly said, our bodies now touching.
Her 6'foot figure towered over me as I stared back at her unbothered.
"I said, I'm done talking." My eyebrows raised as I tried to nudge her away. Her jaw clenched at my actions.
"Nah bruh, say what you was really tryna say."
"You wanna take your ring off over some shit like this?" She let out a laugh that carried a taste of resentment.
Now she was putting words into my mouth.
I'm so done with this shit.
"Y/n move." I said trying to get to Julez but she childishly blocked my way.
"Move." I said in a harsh tone and pushed her, only for her to only move an inch. "Fuck this session."
I was so upset that I wasn't even worried about cursing in front of Julez anymore. I just wanted to go the fuck home.
I picked him up off of the couch and started walking towards the studio door until a strong grip on my arm pulled me back. "Y/n, let me go." I glared, turning to her.
Julez laid his head in my neck.
"Nah, Beyoncé. Not until you tell me why you're being like this."
"You expect me to just believe that this is about me popping him?" Her eyebrows pulled together and her mouth twisted together in confusion.
I felt Julez getting fussy on my hip as I struggled against Y/n's grip."Let me go."
When she realized that I was not budging, she let out a bitter laugh and mumbled before doing as I said.
"Whatever, Bey."
I exited out the studio, seeing Dream on his way back in.
"Damn, she got you so mad that you about to leave Bey?" He tried to joke but the look on my face told him that he shouldn't.
"Don't." I glared and walked out to my jaguar.
