Onika, a single mother, is desperate to find a cure for her daughter's mysterious illness. Just as hope fades, she meets Dr. Beyoncé Knowles, a determined doctor who refuses to give up.
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Onika Maraj Houston, TX
I was sitting around with the girls, laughing and talking when Solange turned to Lauren with a smirk.
"So, where'd you disappear to earlier?"
"I was with Nipsey's fine ass," she said, making all of us crack up. I gave her a knowing look.
"Mhmm" I teased, sipping my drink.
Lauren shrugged, still grinning. "You didn't tell me about him, Solange?"
Before Solange could answer, Kelly cut in. "Because he's a hoe, that's why."
I smirked and leaned back in my chair. "So is Lauren, so they go well together."
Lauren playfully slapped my arm. "Didn't you fuck Beyoncé fast? Worry about your own coochie, and I'll handle mine," she shot back, making all of us burst out laughing.
Kelly, catching her breath from laughing so hard, turned to Lauren with wide eyes. "Wait, hold up. You slept with Nipsey?"
Lauren shook her head, waving her hand. "Nah, girl, he just ate it."
Solange shook her head, laughing. "Y'all are wild. My family probably thinks we're all some damn hoes."
"Speaking of hoes, where's your little girlfriend at?" Angie asked.
Solange gave her a dismissive wave. "She was good for one thing..."
I laughed and shook my head. "Damn, maybe we are all hoes."
Angie, sitting with her arms crossed, just shook her head. "Not me."
Kelly and Solange exchanged glances, trying to hold in their laughter. "Okay, girl, Saint Angie over here,"
My stomach grumbled loud, and I groaned. "Damn, I'm kinda hungry."
"Same," Kelly agreed, and the others nodded.
We were about to figure out who was going to the kitchen first when some guy walked up to me, interrupting the vibe.
He stuck his hand out, all cocky. "Wassup, I'm Terrell. Don't think we've met before. You family?"
Before I could answer, Solange mumbled, "Oh, brother,"
I just gave him a blank look. "Nah, I'm not family, and I'm not single either."
He wasn't backing down, though. "Damn, who in here snatched you up?"
I was about to respond, probably with some smart-ass comment, when Beyoncé's teen cousin came running up with Amora in her arms.
Her eyes were wide, and she looked a little freaked out.
"Umm... Beyoncé is about to fight," she said, pointing outside.
