ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. | ᴛᴀʀᴀꜱɪᴀ

just a dream.

fantasias pov | run ins.

taraji literally had six of her guys walk me back to my room. as we stepped off of the elevator, i bumped into someone who was coming out of their room.

"why is everyone bum— uncle brian?"

"tasia, hey, baby girl. uh- what are you doing up here?"

"im traveling. what about you?"

"uh.. business trip." he didn't sound so sure. "how's your mother?"

"she's fine. same old natasha."

"you are every spit of that woman. well, i have to get going. you be good now."

"i will. love you."

"love you too. later." he gave me a hug and went on his way.

"daddy, mommy said she'll be back." i heard a child say right before i walked into my room.

i couldn't get in bed wet, so i was going to take me a shower first. i heard a knock.

"i forgot the keycard." taraji yelled on the other side of the door.

i opened it and went back to taking my bathing suit off.

"you good?"

"yeah, im fine. let's shower."

"aight. ima order food, or do you wanna go out somewhere after we shower?"

"you could order. im not feeling that well."

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3:23 P.M.

"hey, bey."

"wassup short stuff. where yo girl at?"

"store. why?"

"just asking. you smoke?"

"no, not really."

"mind if i smoke in here?"

"i would mind because i don't wanna inhale that."

we just sat down and talk for what felt like hours. i was still waiting on taraji to walk through that door at any moment.

"can i confess?"

"sure. this is a safe place."

"i know i have a girlfriend and all that, but i like you. a lot, actually." beyoncé said while she caressed my thigh.

"i like you as a friend. nothing more." i said, removing her hand off of me.

she placed her hand back there and gave it a squeeze.

"this is getting awkward and weird."

"you enjoy it just as much as i do, but since you got a lil situation, you tryna be all loyal and shit. bitches..." she mumbled the last part.

"why would i enjoy you touching me when i have a girlfriend who does it every day? and im not a bitch so you need to rephrase that."

"you acting like one."

"bey get out im not even playing."

"alright my bad, my bad. i got carried away. my apologies."

"what did you come here for anyway?"

"i just wanted to see you. maybe talk for a lil bit."

"talk about what exactly?"

"like i just told you i got a girl, but i ain't really feeling the bitch nomore. i think-"