Rihanna's POV
Friday Morning
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(hoe it's smut in here, real bad🙂↕️. Plz be alone or have a privacy screen bc shit is bout to get stickayyyyyyyyyyyyy, continue😌
I walked up the cobble steps of the suburban two story home. Beyoncé was unsuccessful in her mission to seduce Psalms so it was my turn. I knocked on the door making sure to push up my shades just in case. I heard faint footsteps before the door opened and psalms stood in a silk robe.
"Oh my god please leave.", she semi yelled before trying to close the door. I pushed right through taking the scenery in. This didn't seem like the house of a fly attendant. It was elegant, organized, a little too organized for someone who travels for work.
"You need to leave, I've already told my husband of the conversation had with your wife.", she said in a "demanding" voice.
"There is no husband, you're not married and never have been, in fact men aren't your cup of tea.", I said happy about the information I grabbed from a close friend.
"Ho—
"You lied princess, I don't like lying.", I said walking towards her slowly. She was dripping water indicating she just got out of the shower and I was so tempted to rip off everything right then and there.
"This isn't professional at all Ms. Fenty.", she said soon having her back against a wall and me still closing in.
"We will have dinner tonight at my residence, you will be picked up at 7 by my driver, bring extra clothes or none at all I'm fine with either.", I said before giving her a kiss that she didn't fight or deny. Her tongue was long and had enough dominance and submissiveness equally.
"You know you wanna feel more, text me when you've been picked up.", I said after pulling away and seeing myself out.
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Beyoncé's POV
"Nicki stop bitchin, first it was the dish washer, now it's coffee mugs, go sit the fuck down damn!", I snapped at Nicki. She was still in her shitty ass mood and I was sick of that shit.
"Giselle watch who you talking to, I don't know what hoe you been talking to crazy but Ian that bitch.", she said with her finger in my face. Rihanna said not to fix her attitude but I can't take it no more.
"Whatever bruh, imma leave before I do something stupid.", I said lowly.
"Yeah you do that motherfucker!", she yelled as I walked away.
My phone started ringing and before I even finished reading the name I answered. "Did you get her?", I asked immediately.
"Yes babygirl I did, she is hot and ready.", she said.
"Good because Nicki needs to fuck on something bad, she putting her fingers in my face now.", I sighed.
"You know she's short....and Caribbean.", she laughed.
"I don't give a damn, she's being fucking mean Rih.", I slightly whined.
"Oh you'll be fine and I'm sure she'll make it up to you after tonight."
"Fuck that, she done hurt my feelings more than ever, and now she's tryna get me to seriously hurt her.", I said with an audible eye roll(yes audible!).
