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Onika Maraj Uptown Manhattan
January 6, 2025
7:30 PM
I sat in the black truck, my leg shaking uncontrollably. The nerves were killing me, knowing I'd be face-to-face with my father in less than 30 minutes.
The tension inside the truck was thick-Beyoncé beside me, calm as ever, while Kelly sat up front, talking in hushed tones with the rest of the FBI team.
Everything felt so planned, so precise, like they were all moving pieces in a game of chess.
But me? I was a mess.
I could feel Beyoncé's calm presence next to me, but it wasn't helping me settle. My mind kept racing, and my heart pounded against my chest.
I glanced at the time again. Time was going too fast.
Beyoncé shifted beside me, and I watched as she pulled out a sleek little black box. She opened it and revealed this tiny, almost invisible device. She lifted it carefully, like it was the final piece to this whole operation.
"This goes behind your ear," she explained, her voice low, commanding. Her fingers grazed my skin as she leaned in. "We'll hear everything. If we need to come in, we will. You understand?"
I nodded, barely able to find my voice. My throat felt tight, the pressure of everything making me dizzy. But when she touched me, when her fingers brushed my ear, all that nervous energy shifted into something else entirely.
I couldn't focus on the fear, not with her so close.
She leaned in even closer, her face inches from mine as she reached to place the device behind my ear. That damn scent of hers-it filled my senses, wrapping around me, making it impossible to think straight. It was too much, the way she looked, all professional, so serious and in control, and I knew I was supposed to be focused on what was about to happen.
But all I could think about was her. All I wanted was her.
I'm blaming the baby, even though i've only been pregnant for 5 minutes.
Without thinking, the words slipped from my mouth in a whisper. "You gotta fuck me after this."
Beyoncé froze for a second, her eyes flicking to mine, and I saw the way her lips twitched. That grin-God, it was everything. She chuckled, low and deep, the sound going straight through me.
"Onika," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear now. "Stop. This is serious."
This bitch knew how to tease me.
She pulled my hair back, fixing everything to make it look normal, but my stomach was flipping like crazy. I could feel it coming, that sick feeling building up, but this wasn't just the baby-it was nerves.
