"I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
BEYNIKA ONESHOTS: chapters, scenarios, scenes, and an imagination running wild.
⚠️ DISCLAIMER:
Those were mine to write, yours to read and share.
Some might turn into future books. If you'd...
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Onika.
None of this was supposed to happen. Not like this, or at all actually.
I told myself I could resist. That I was strong enough to sit across from her, to share the same space, breathe the same air, and not lose myself in the heat of her presence. That I was immune to her charm. I was wrong. Because as soon as I walked into the dimly lit room, all that talk crumbled down. Beyoncé was already seated at the private table, her long fingers wrapped around a glass of red wine, eyes catching mine with a knowing glint.
We've been playing this game for months. Silent, stolen moments that neither of us is brave enough to put a name to. But tonight, it's different. There's an unspoken invitation in the air. The kind that begs to be answered, even if it means blurring the boundaries, and stepping into dangerous territory.
I can feel her gaze lingering on me as I make my way across the room, the heat of it settling against my skin. She watches every swaying of my hip in every step I take , her eyes dark and heavy with the weight of something unspoken.
No one else notices us. No one suspects anything. Not her partner. Not mine. They're all in another world, a part of this dinner party but distant, blissfully unaware of what simmers just beneath the surface.
I sit across from her, and the tension snaps into place like a rubber band pulled too tight, ready to break. Beyoncé leans back slightly in her chair, her lips curling into the faintest hint of a smirk. She knows the effect she has on me. Hell, I'm sure she can see it in the way my fingers fidget with my napkin, the way I sit up straighter, and the way my breath quickens, just the tiniest bit.
Her foot brushes against mine under the table, and my heart stops.
"This is wrong, Beyoncé." I whisper to her, while also trying to convince myself of that again. She manages to test all of my morals and beliefs by the tiniest amount of contact, and it drives me insane. The nature of this is all so wrong, so forbidden... yet it feels good, and so right. And both of us know that.
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Feeling generous, so might write more oneshots anyway. But I won't bother posting them, if there's no feedback and comments and votes. 🤷🏼♀️ cuz there's no way I do everything right, and there's no proper feedback, this the bare minimum. 🎀
QUESTION: (ANSWER IT PLS)
I'm thinking of making a Halloween Oneshot themed book, that I'll post there in October and keep posting and writing in there as well afterwards. What yall think? Lmk.
