Onika's Anatomy

Resign

Onika POV

I woke up from the heat of the sunlight beaming in my face. I stretched my arms with an energy filled yawn reaching over to not feel Beyoncé next me. I automatically felt sad, lonely again in a sense. I almost thought lastnight was all a dream until I brought my fingers to my mouth and felt my lips. They were definitely more swollen from the intense lip biting and rough kissing Beyoncé elicited on me, on top of her twisting my lips like a fucking twister.

I sighed reaching for my phone to see that it was almost five in the afternoon. I haven't slept that good in a very long time. No "mommy I'm hungry" or "mommy tell them to stop" waking me up. I had a missed call from Blue, my mom, Thembi and another text message from Lauren—that I did not care to read.

I threw my sore legs over the bed and jumped down, slowly but painfully making my way to the restroom. I went to pee after I was done wiping I noticed a pink tinge color on the tissue paper.

She really fucked me hard. I thought

I got up and got in the shower and finished up my hygiene routine. Once I was done I got into an all black one piece spandex and grabbed my jacket. I had limited clothes left and I was hungry. I was low key praying I caught some of the boutiques before they closed. It wasn't my intention to sleep in all day, but it wasn't my intention to get fucked until 7 am this morning either.

I headed to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water but most importantly look for Beyoncé. I was greeted with the house keeper instead. I smiled  grabbing a bottle of water. I quickly left in embarrassment because that living room was a mess. Pillows, broken vases, and puddles of my fluids sinking into the sofa. I knew for sure that housekeeper was not stupid and I knew damn well Beyoncé was not getting that deposit back.

I made my way down to the lobby and all eyes were suddenly on me. I shook off the feeling as I exited the hotel to meet my driver. We made small talk as he took me to one of his favorite cuisine spots. The food was absolutely incredible, or maybe I was just hungry. After I was done eating we headed to the Chanel store. I've had my eye on the new classic selection for sometime now. Every time I built up the courage to purchase it, the bag went out of stock. Blue knew I always wanted it, and she had texted me that the Chanel store in Paris had it, but only one left in stock. I had called in advance but was told  that they could not hold the bag for me.

My anxiety was through the roof, it was now going on 7 pm and I had 59 minutes before the store closed. There must had been some accident up ahead, my driver looked at me through the rear view and shook his head.

"It's okay I'll run if I have too, it's up the block." I said looking at the google maps on my phone.

"Miss please be careful." He said.

"I'll be okay, I'll meet you there." I said getting out the car swiftly walking/ running down the street. By the time I made it I was out of breath, but I made by 7:18 pm. I smiled at the doorman but he didn't smile back.

"Sorry mam, but we're closed."

My face dropped. "That's bullshit, you close at 8pm."

"Sorry mam, the store is closed."

"Sir please, I just need to get this bag. It's the last one." I was practically in tears.

The man didn't budge one bit, which made me sigh in defeat.

I took a seat at a nearby bench and proceeded to text my driver before a call came in from Beyoncé.

"Hello..." I answered dryly. Because where the fuck her ass disappeared to all day.

"Hey baby, why you sound mad?"

"Because I am..."

The phone went silent or so I thought until I heard her conversing in French. My eyes almost popped out of my skull.