𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝟕: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

I woke up to the sound of blinds opening by themselves. The sunlight flooded the room, and for a second, I had no idea where the hell I was. My head was pounding, my mouth dry as hell. Slowly, the events of last night started to trickle back. Beyoncé. The club. Her coming to pick me up. That was all I remembered, though. Everything after that? Gone.

Then, I heard a voice. “Good morning, Tanya.”

I turned my head, blinking at the sight of Beyoncé standing by the window, holding some remote thing that had just opened the curtains. I blinked again. “Wait... how do you know my middle name?”

She casually handed me a cup of coffee, her expression calm like this was no big deal. “Your ID,” she said with a small smile. “I picked it up off the bathroom floor last night.”

I sat up, taking the coffee from her. “Oh... thanks.” My head was still spinning, but the caffeine was starting to bring me back to life. Beyoncé looked effortlessly stunning in this baby blue silk pajama set with a white silk robe thrown over her shoulders, her hair clipped up in this messy but sexy way. She didn’t look like someone who had just rescued a drunk, high intern last night—she looked like she had it all together, like she always had it together.

She sat on the edge of the massive bed, looking all calm and collected. “You want breakfast?”

“Nah,” I mumbled, taking a small sip of the coffee. “I can’t eat in the morning.”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Good, because I was only going to make you toast anyway.”

I managed a weak laugh, rubbing my forehead. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“You should be,” she teased, though there was a smile on her lips. “You were embarrassing yourself.”

I groaned, sinking deeper into the bed. “What did I even say?”

Her smirk widened. “You don’t remember?”

I shook my head. “No. I blacked out.”

She chuckled, a soft, almost evil sound. “Then I’ll just leave it like that.”

“Oh, come on, wifey, don’t play with me like that,” I flirted, my confidence slowly returning. I reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer to me. “Tell me.”

She tilted her head, her eyes locking with mine. For a second, I thought I had her. The tension between us was real, thick enough to cut with a knife. I leaned forward, closing the space between us, my lips inches from hers.

But before I could kiss her, she pulled back, shaking her head with a smile. “There’s a spare toothbrush in the guest bathroom. I suggest you use it.”

I pouted, but I couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped me. She was always like this—one step ahead, never letting me get too close. Still, I wasn’t about to give up that easily. “You always know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?”