FIVE
QUEEN & GHOST
HOUSTON, TEXAS
TREY NEARLY CHOKED ON HIS SALIVA AND his eyes widened. He could barely speak, he thought he hid the subtle glances well. At least the other bandmates didn't realize he looked at Beyoncé in a completely different light.
"Oh come on," Solange chuckled. "You were staring at her."
"I'm not obsessed with her," He explained, his eyebrows furrowed together. How did she know? He wore a mask every time he went outside as well as gloves. I mean, he was basically invisible. There was a reason they called him Ghost.
She sighed and narrowed her eyes. Trey had to think of something fast, "I have a sister who grew up listening to her. I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to get a photo for her."
After a period of silence, Solange giggled. "Man, I'm sorry. I just thought you were the stalker."
His body tensed when he heard those words and his lips formed a firm line. His grip on the glass tightened, what was she talking about? How did she know all of this information? Besides, he didn't consider himself a stalker. He was so much more than that.
"Stalker?" He asked with a quiet voice. She nodded and ran her hands through her hair. "Don't tell Bee I told you but she's been complaining about notes on her bed. Some creep has been going into her home repeatedly and hacking into the cameras to shut them off. Whoever is doing this is a professional. She's been real freaked out."
"Do you have any idea who it may be?" She caressed his stubble.
"I don't. That's the thing. Beyoncé's had so many stalkers but none of them were able to get into her home where she sleeps." She responded, nodding her head. "She's not doing so well. I just feel for her, she has so much on her plate, and now this."
"She needs better protection."
"That she does." She smiled before walking off. He looked around the party in front of him, adjusting his cufflinks. Before he knew it, he was having a chat with Kelly who was Beyoncé's childhood best friend. She wanted to know more about Trey and since she thought he was attractive, he had her attention.
"You guys look like you're having fun," Beyoncé smiled, sitting down and Trey subtly grabbed a cushion pillow, placing it over his crotch. He sucked in a breath when he smelled her rich perfume; honey and warm vanilla. Kelly sank her teeth into her bottom lip, eyeing the man. "He has quite the way with words. Where did you find this one?"
"Careful, he's one of my guitarists," Beyoncé mumbled, running her hands through her hair. Trey licked his lips, caressing his beard with one hand. "That's not all I do. I can play Bass, piano, drums, you name it,"
"Really?" Beyoncé asked, and he nodded.
"So he has a way with his hands too. Impressive," Kelly mumbled as she placed her hand on his shoulder. "You must get all the girls."
Beyoncé playfully chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Oh please. He plays in the band. What does he know about one piece of coochie twat?"
"There's a lot you can do with just one," Trey said causing Kelly to squeal and tease him. Upon hearing his statement, Beyoncé furrowed her eyebrows together and felt her throat tighten. Without realizing it, she squeezed her legs together. Suddenly, he glanced at her while taking a sip of his water and she looked away, a burning sensation in her cheeks.
"You know, I'm surprised you're not dating anyone. You're the entire package," Kelly verbalized, shrugging her shoulders. "What's your type? What are you looking for?"
