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 Queens, New York August 23, 2026
I leaned back, enjoying the moment. I had the blunt in my right hand and my left hand tangled in her hair. This felt so good, and I needed it to unwind.
"Fuckkk..."
I took another drag, glancing down at her. Her green eyes were locked on mine while her tongue worked fast, and her fingers slid inside me.
I blew out the smoke, gasping and tilting my head back. She really knew what she was doing.
Damn, it felt good.
I pushed her head away; it was getting too intense. It had been a while, and something just clicked in me. I felt a bit guilty.
How could I let her do this and not... her?
But, we're not together so...
Rihanna stopped and got up, causing me to frown. She took the blunt from me and took a puff. I was completely baffled.
"Why'd you stop?" I asked.
"Something's bothering you," she said. "Me doing that is just a distraction from what's really wrong."
I rolled my eyes, getting up and pulling my sweats back on. She just made me so mad.
"I don't care about you rolling your eyes" she said.
"There's nothing wrong with me, and since when did you become so wise?" I shot back.
"Nika, I care about you, but you have a whole family now. It doesn't sit right with me that you're here and they're not. So, what's really going on?" she asked. I wasn't used to this side of her.
"You were so obsessed with me, and now you don't want to have sex? That's a first," I laughed.
She shrugged, "You moved on, Onika, and so did I. I had to."
"But you were just eating me out?"
"Because that's what you wanted. Since you came here, I've been trying to respect you because your energy felt off. But it's only so much I can take before I give in," she said, laughing as she released the smoke from her mouth.
I shoved her playfully as I laughed, but then the laughter faded, and I looked down at my lap. She handed me the blunt, and I took it, puffing slowly.
"Damn, you saying you felt sorry for me?"
"Kinda" she shrugged, damn. "Tell me what's wrong?"
I sighed and said, "I feel like too much has happened all at once."
Rihanna looked at me, asking, "Meaning?"
I took another drag from the blunt before handing it to her.
