Y/n takes on a new job for Beyoncé as her publicist, interactions with the widely famous singer leads y/n to wonder about the future with Beyoncé professionally and personally.
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As I forced myself out of bed, the familiar throb in my head intensified, reminding me of the debauchery from the night before. My thighs felt like they'd been put through a grinder, each step a reminder of the intense sex with Y/n. I grimaced as I shuffled trying to make my way to the bathroom, trying to ignore the full headache and the gnawing fatigue.
Shawn stirred beside me, mumbling something incoherent as he tried to pull me back into the bed. "Come on B," he murmured sleepily, his hands brushing against my legs, sending another ripple of discomfort through my already sore muscles. "Just a quickie?"
I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady, "No, Shawn. I really can't. I've got to handle some things."
Shawn's arms tightened around me momentarily, "you're always working, just a quick one."
I sighed running a hand through my disheveled hair. "I'm serious. It's not happening this morning. I've got business to take care of and Y/n's waiting for me."
Shawn's eyes fluttered open slightly, "Fine, fine. I'll see you later okay."
I forced a smile, nodding as I grabbed a quick shower to wash off the remnants of last night's indulgence. As the hot water poured against my aching muscles, she has so much stamina, she goes all night and I can't keep up.
After the shower I dressed quickly, my clothes feeling like they were pressing heavily against my exhausted frame. I glanced at the clock; I'd been in bed longer than I planned and I still needed to check in with Y/n. I picked up my phone from the nightstand and realized she had messaged me.
Morning, I hope you slept well. Meet me in the office whenever you get time.
I groaned, I don't know how she can go from fucking me silly to being so professional. I need her to drop that immediately, but I knew it was necessary.
As I walked out of the bedroom, I could still hear Shawn shifting in the bed, his groggy voice calling out, "I'll see you later, B."
"Yeah, sure," I replied absently, already focused on the tasks ahead. The office awaited, and despite my weariness of working, I had Y/n with me to lessen the burden.
I made my way down the stairs, trying not to wake everyone. I pushed the door of the office open, Y/n was sitting at the desk, her focus intense as she tapped away on her laptop.
"Good morning, baby," I said, stepping further into the room. I tried to make my entrance a little dramatic, to keep her attention on the new outfit I've chosen for her .
Y/n looked up from her screen, her eyes momentarily widening before a smile crept across her face. "Damn, you look good," she said.
I grinned, "thank you, this is definitely all for you," I said. I struck a pose letting her take in the full effect of the outfit.
