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Onika Maraj Manhattan Suite
December 9, 2025
I woke up to the sound of shuffling and paper rustling. I opened my eyes and saw Beyoncé cleaning up everything. I groaned, reaching over the bed to find my phone.
My entire body was sore.
Beyoncé had literally fucked me like she hated me or something, but the thing is, I loved it... maybe a little too much. We went round for round, both of us wanting to be in charge at different points.
It's clear who won... and it wasn't me.
"You up?" I heard Beyoncé say as I grabbed my phone, seeing it was already 12 p.m.-damn.
"I guess," I groaned, still feeling exhausted.
"There's an extra toothbrush in the bathroom for you, and your pills are right next to you," she said, not looking at me as she continued cleaning.
"Pills?" I asked, confused.
"For your head-you were drinking last night. And so we won't have another baby, boo, so take that one first," she said, finally looking at me to show she was serious.
I laughed a little and sat up, getting out of bed.
"Oh my god," I mumbled, feeling the pain shoot through my legs. My pussy was so sore. "Yeah, you're really not touching me ever again."
"You're right..." she said, and I walked into the bathroom, brushing my teeth.
Wait a minute-what the hell did she mean by that?
"What you mean?" I asked, my words muffled by the toothbrush in my mouth.
"We're not having sex again, that's all I'm saying," she replied.
"Umm..." I finished brushing my teeth, used the bathroom, and came back to the room. I took the pills and washed them down with some water, still processing what she'd said.
I turned to her, still processing her words. "Is something wrong? Is that why you're saying this, or...?"
"Don't get me wrong, I absolutely enjoyed it. I did. But... we're supposed to be friends, right? This was a one-time thing until we establish what we are, if we're even back together. I'm in love with you, Onika, and I won't lie, it's going to be hard not to want you like that again. It's going to be hard not to get possessive or jealous because that's just how I feel about you."
I looked at her, the weight of her words settling in.
"So... you're saying you're obsessed with me?" I joked lightly, trying to ease the tension.
She laughed, but it wasn't as carefree as usual. "Well, yes," she admitted with a small smile, but then her expression grew serious again. "But that's not all. I'm serious. I don't want us to let this complicate things. I don't want the physical stuff to blur the lines before we've had a real conversation about what we both want. If we're going to make this work, we need to communicate. If something's bothering you, if you see or hear something that makes you uncomfortable, don't shut me out or lash out. Let's talk about it. That's how we're going to stay strong."
