𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 & 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 | 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞

Chapter Four: Midnight Letters

FOUR
QUEEN & GHOST
HOUSTON, TEXAS

"DID YOU SEE HOW BAD SHE WAS? SHE IS fine fine like Nia Long fine. And I know y'all saw the way that ass was sittin in those tight pants," Trey admitted, liking his lips at the thought of Beyoncé. Keith walked beside him and even though she was beautiful, his mind was only on Ryan. Ever since he met her, he couldn't stop thinking about her beautiful skin and alluring eyes.

Trey, on the other hand, kept thinking about Beyoncé. There was a reason why so many people were in love with her. She was stunning and she knew it. Her smile was dangerous and upon seeing it, he became even more obsessed with her. He didn't even think that would be possible.

"I bet that pussy got some serious power." He licked his lips just thinking about it. "And some grip with those thick ass thighs."

Dave chuckled. "As if she would ever let you near her. She got standards."

"That's why she's married to Jay Z, right? The ugly ape-lipped neanderthal." He teased. "You ain't believe in me? You ain't believe I could get right in there?"

"I'm gon hold your hand when I tell you this. Fawk no."

"What about you? You ain't find nobody in there fine? No one else?" Keith finally said, causing Dave to rub the back of his neck. "Shit, I mean that Normani bitch ain't bad but that mouth is a turn-off. Did you see the way she kept trying us? She really ain't believe niggas that look like us could be this talented."

"It's not personal. They deadass lost their family, we're the fucking imposters."

"Don't tell me the first day already got you this pressed. We got 5 months of this shit," Trey chucked and Dave only rolled his eyes. "Nah, I'm straight. I'm good. She not getting to me."

"Yeah, yeah. What we eating tonight?" Trey asked, walking into the suite with his boys behind him. Keith closed the door and they all landed on the couch. "Let's get some food."

"Welcome back, Mr Veretti. Would you like me to call?" Brimsley asked, placing his hands behind his back. Trey only shook his head, "Take the night off. Get some rest, alright? I preciate everything you've done for me."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Positive," He said, standing up and heading towards the phone book. Brimsley excused him and disappeared with a small smile on his face. He had never been pardoned of his job and he was going to spend tonight relaxing in his own hotel room.

"Goodnight, Sir,"

"Goodnight," Trey turned to his friends who were already watching a movie called Missing. "What y'all want? Room service has pasta, steak, salads-,"

"Nigga, you know ain't nobody here getting no damn salad," Dave scoffed and Trey rolled his eyes. "And you could use one. Your back has been getting a little big."

Keith chuckled causing Dave to raise his finger and flip him off. "Don't piss me off."

They ordered room service and decided to finish the movie they were watching. By the time they hit the half-hour mark, Dave had fallen asleep so it was just Keith and Trey. When Trey stood up to use the bathroom, he spotted the grand piano in his room and his lips stretched into a small smile. After grabbing his notebook and pencil, he sat down on the bench. For the last few weeks, he had been working on this song. Occasionally, he'll write songs just for fun and sell the music to artists.

He began slowly playing the beginning of the song, allowing his fingers to touch multiple keys at the same time. "What do you think of this new song?"

"What you doing over there?"