𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝟓: 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐲

I walked out of my office, adjusting the strap of my sleek black dress with a slit that went up just high enough to keep things interesting. My hair was slicked down my back, red lipstick popping like fire, and I was feeling myself. Tonight was supposed to be simple. Dinner with Victoria, wifey, and some investors. But in my world, things never stayed simple for long.

I made my way to Victoria’s office, where she was probably getting all prim and proper for the dinner. As I stepped in, I almost did a double take. Victoria? Damn, she looked like a whole snack. She was rocking this emerald green fitted dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The neckline was low but not too low, classy but still giving just enough to make people look twice. Her hair was pinned up elegantly, and her heels? Sky-high and sharp enough to stab a man’s ego.

“Damn, Boss,” I said with a smirk, leaning against the doorframe. “Who you tryna impress tonight? You got your eyes on your bae, Miss Knowles?”

Victoria shot me a look, but there was a smile playing at her lips. “Don’t start, Onika. It’s a professional dinner.”

I rolled my eyes, stepping further into the room. “Oh please, with the way you’re dressed? Ain’t nobody buying that. You’re out here looking like a whole five-course meal. Miss Knowles gonna be all over you.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous. Now, are you ready? We need to head out.”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, giving her a once-over. “But damn, you’re really gonna make me work for wifey’s attention tonight, aren’t you?”

Victoria raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think it’s me you need to worry about.”

I frowned, but didn’t press it. Something was off about the way she said that. She knew something I didn’t, and that didn’t sit right with me.

We arrived at the restaurant, this fancy spot that screamed “we have money” from the second we pulled up. As soon as we walked in, my eyes went straight to wifey. She was already seated at the table, laughing with some other woman who had her back to us. Beyoncé looked stunning, as usual, wearing this deep red dress that fit her body like a glove. Her hair was down, flowing in loose waves, and she had that smile—that perfect smile—that made my heart race.

But then, my eyes fell on the woman sitting with her. Something about her posture, the way she was leaning in a little too close, made me stop in my tracks.

“I think we might have a threat tonight,” I muttered to Victoria, nodding towards the table. “Look at that bitch, tryna get all in our wifey’s face.”

Victoria squinted her eyes, then cursed under her breath. “Oh shit.”

“What?” I asked, my suspicion growing.

“That’s Miss Fenty.”

I blinked. “And?”

Victoria looked at me like I’d just asked the dumbest question ever. “And she’s not just one of the richest businesswomen out there, Onika. She and Beyoncé used to, you know...”