𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋

𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎

𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕

"Father forgive me for I have sinned." I mumbled with closed palms.

I took a deep breath trying to clear my mind. Our show in Denver just wrapped up. This tour is going by faster than I thought. For that I'm grateful because it's been a mess.

The situation at hand is far worse than what it started out as. It's not even about Megan anymore. I'm aware that to no one's knowledge I have made it worse.

On the real, I'm grown and I need to act like it. This is childish behavior on both sides. A simple conversation could've avoided all of this. Maybe we're beyond repair or maybe not. Either way we'll never know if we can't talk to each other.

"We're agreeing to not talk about it, right?" Kelly asked me.

"Between us, yes. Although we can't keep it secret to her." I answer.

"Can I be honest?" She said, making me nod at her. "I do feel bad but at the same time I enjoyed it. I can't act like I didn't."

"I liked it too Kelly. Otherwise it wouldn't have happened but she still deserves honesty." I reply.

"I know." Kelly agreed.

"I'll be back." I say as I exited my dressing room.

I walked out into the hallway, not even sure where I was going. Anywhere would be better than being stuck in my mind.

"Yo, Y/N." I heard, making turn around.

Why the fuck is this nigga Dre calling me? We ain't got shit to talk about. I don't like this nigga. He's lucky to even be around someone of my caliber.

"Can I help you?" I question.

"You and Beyoncé engaged?" He asked.

"Technically. Why you ask?" I respond.

"Just curious. She wasn't acting too much like it. I think she might like me." He said with a slight smirk.

"Nigga please. You're a backup dancer and not even a good one. Fuck outta here. You on Chris's payroll. Oh wait, I heard he fired you." I say, about to get pissed off.

One thing someone should never do is play with me. I don't fear no man. Best believe I'll crash out in the worst way.

"You made him do that? You too old to be hating on a young nigga." He said.