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The early morning breeze felt cool against my skin as I stood on the balcony, staring out at the beautiful view of Italy. The sky was still a soft shade of pink, the sun not quite fully risen yet. I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the light headache that had settled in. I never considered myself addicted, but I couldn’t deny that familiar craving creeping up. A little coke would’ve made the ache go away quickly, but with Beyoncé here, that was too risky. She’d definitely notice. I took a deep breath, pushing the thought away. I didn’t need it. Not right now.
I heard a soft rustle from the bed behind me, the sheets moving as Beyoncé stirred awake. Her voice, still husky with sleep, called out, "Onika?"
A smile spread across my face as I turned toward the door. "Out here, wifey," I called back.
Within moments, she stepped out onto the balcony, looking effortlessly gorgeous in a short, white silk robe. Her hair fell in soft waves, and her face was clean and bare, still glowing from the night before. She smiled that slow, sensual smile as she crossed the balcony and straddled my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Good morning," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.
“Good morning,” I murmured back, letting my hands rest on her hips as I leaned into her warmth. She felt soft and perfect against me.
She pulled back slightly, searching my face. "Are you okay? Why are you up so early?"
I shrugged, not wanting to worry her. “I just woke up. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to the place.”
Beyoncé leaned in and kissed my neck softly, her lips sending little shivers down my spine. “Okay. I just don’t want you to be sad. You look sad.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’m not sad, wifey. I just have a headache.”
She immediately pulled back, her fingers brushing my forehead as if she could feel my pain. “Oh no, I didn’t bring any Advil with me.”
I couldn’t help it—my eyes dropped down her body, taking in the way the silk robe barely covered her curves. She was completely naked underneath, her skin glowing in the morning light. The sight of her made my headache fade to the background, replaced by something much stronger.
“I think you’re the Advil I need,” I said with a grin, my hands sliding down to squeeze her hips.
Beyoncé rolled her eyes playfully. “Please. You’re acting old.”
“Coming from you, I really must be,” I teased.
She playfully smacked my shoulder, but her laugh was soft, filled with that easy morning warmth. Before I knew it, her fingers were undoing the knot of the robe, letting it fall open, revealing all of her. Completely bare, glowing, perfect.
"Why do you look so damn good?" I murmured, my hands already exploring her, tracing the soft curves of her body.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered, “Only for you.”
