5. Drunk Texting Her

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Drunk Texting Her.

Drunk Texting Her

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Onika.

I know I shouldn't be having a crush on Beyoncé Knowles. No... no.. no, I know I should not be having a crush on my boss, Beyoncé Knowles. Yet I do. And I have the biggest crush of them all on her too. Oh god, I'm just pathetic, aren't I?

I just can't help but feel things when I see her fine ass sauntering towards her office, in one of her perfectly tailored suits that fit her body like a glove. Her hair is always done to a fault, her nails always are on point, her shoe game is insane, asylum, and good Lord... The accessories on her and the plunging V necks that give you just the right amount of peaks towards her full breasts do nothing but make me act like a raging fool on the inside.

Today, at the office, she wore what might've become my favorite look of hers. A perfectly tailored grey suit, her platinum blonde hair was straight, and she had on chunky diamond jewelry that put my salary to shame. She looked sinfully good, too fine for her own sake, and I know she knows that. Sometimes I'd think that she purposefully does things to distract me, the same way I do things to rile her ass up. It is a cat and mouse game, with no proper blurred lines, and I guess I gotta give myself more credit in trying to conceal my growing feelings for her.

After work was done, I all but cheered and thanked every god out there as I got my stuff and wore my black fur coat while standing up to leave

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After work was done, I all but cheered and thanked every god out there as I got my stuff and wore my black fur coat while standing up to leave. If I act fast, then I can easily get out without seeing the walking temptation that is my boss. Right, that is so easy, okay, I can do it! I'm panicking, what for? I don't know... Oh god, this is worse than running away from my ex, and now... I'm just blabbering in my own mind, great. Just great.

"Leaving without saying goodbye for the weekend, Onika?" I stiffened as I froze in my place when I heard her deep voice coming from behind me. So much for not wanting to bump into her...

I took a deep breath in as I slowly turned on my heels to face her while plastering a smile on my face. "Never the case, Ms. Knowles, I just didn't want to disturb you." I told her as I passed my hand through my black curls, a motion that didn't go unnoticed by her.

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