"I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
BEYNIKA ONESHOTS: chapters, scenarios, scenes, and an imagination running wild.
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Beyoncé.
"All the rumors are true, then? You fucked her?" I asked Onika, as I tried to keep my tone as neutral as possible, despite the rage I'm feeling inside me.
She raised an eyebrow at my question. "Since when did we get so vivid about my sexual life?" She asked me back. This bitch.
"We don't answer a question with another one." I replied smartly back, making her chuckle.
"I do, if the answer does not concern you, Beyoncé." She said dismissively, making me clench my fists to my side, and she noticed that. "If you're gonna throw a hissy fit, do so on your way out while you set up the meetings room for the next one, please." She added nonchalantly, making me take a deep breath in as I coached my brain to remember all the training sessions I've been taking.
"Why are you acting like this?" But sadly, my mouth does not cooperate with my brain at times, and I really hate that.
She scrunched up her nose at my question, and sighed as she put her hands on the desk. "I don't understand you, Beyoncé. I'm acting this way, because this is the way I'm supposed to be acting, according to you. Aren't we nothing? Why you butting in my business and who I'm fucking? You said it loud and clear that we ain't shit to one another, stand on that." She shrugged her shoulders as she delivered my words right back at me, making me tense up.
"So, this is your way of proving a point, Onika? Real low." I told her as I started walking her way, but her hand stopped me dead in my tracks.
"It's Ms. Maraj to you, once again. And I'm not trying to prove one thing, I am simply following your words, your advice, and keeping it strictly professional with you, since I am nothing to you, but your boss. Act accordingly. Now, have my meeting room ready in less than fifteen minutes, or your position will be refilled with someone else." She said, as she blankly stared me down, making me stare right back at her, unblinking for a long minute.
None of us looked elsewhere. She wanna play like this with me? Bet. Although, I was the one who got us in this predicament by rejecting her feelings, but we're gonna see who will regret this the most.
"Before I stepped foot in here, I got the meeting room ready and tidied up. But, you got it, Ms. Maraj. My apologies for overstepping my boundaries." I told her coldly, making her brows furrow slightly at the quick switch up in my tone. Ain't that what she wanted? She'll get it.
Let the games begin.
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