𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 & 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 | 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞

⚠️ Chapter Twenty Three: "You and I can rip this world apart."

⚠️TWENTY-THREE
QUEEN & GHOST
HOUSTON, TEXAS

GHOST PEACEFULLY SLEPT ON BEYONCÉ'S CHEST, his arms wrapped around her small body. Their legs were entangled and the comforter was wrapped around their bodies. They were both fast asleep and leaning into each other's embrace. This was the first time, they were able to sleep without their insomnia acting up.

The storm had now passed and now the birds were chirping. Ghost's eyes fluttered open when the sunlight peeked through the curtains. He still wore his mask because he couldn't let Beyoncé know who he was yet. They were at a good place and if she found out, she may never forgive him for lying.

She stuttered above him and it wasn't long until she woke up. When she realized he was awake, she smiled to herself softly. But Ghost suddenly lifted himself, feeling her presence begin to suffocate him.

She felt warm and because he was so close to her, he was burning. He had never woke up with anyone by his side and this was all new to him. He should have never stayed. He allowed himself to be in a position where she could have pulled his mask off and found the truth. He allowed himself to be vulnerable.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his head in between his hands. He focused on his breathing, but it felt as if the world was caving in on him. When Beyoncé placed her hand on his shoulder, he jerked up.

His chest moved up rapidly while she wrapped the bedsheet around her naked body, adjusting her pink bonnet. She looked at him in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed together and a gentle pout on her lips.

"Ghost?" She asked, gently. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head and closed his eyes. She knew he was lying, his tense body gave it away. He looked at the clothes on the chair... his clothes. Maybe, he should just get dressed and-

His thoughts were interrupted when she grabbed his arm and slowly pulled him back into the bed, turning to face him. "You know I don't need to see your face to know you're lying."

He only sighed, continuing to look up at the ceiling. "I ain't never done this before."

"Done what?"

"Woken up next to someone." He explained, turning to her. "It scared me a little. That's all."

She nodded her head and kept quiet. She liked when he was rough with her but she also liked when he was gentle and genuine. It was like he was a completely different person.

Suddenly, he bent down and kissed her lips softly through his mask. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, their lips continuing to mend together.

"Where's Julius?"

"He'll be asleep for a couple more hours. Before he wakes up, we'll move him to the house and he won't have a clue what happened." He responded. "Now that the damn Ghostface mask is off, I think you should wrap your pretty thighs around my face."

"You're a sex addict." She teased and he chuckled. "I want to taste you. I've been dreaming of it for years."

"You have to clean those dead bodies off my porch, Ghost." She demanded. "Clean everything. I don't want a drop of blood on my floor and maybe, after that... I'll think about it."

"Yes, Ma'am." He said, heading out of the room. She rolled her eyes. Suddenly, Beyoncé's personal phone rang and she turned over, grabbing it.

Upon reading the flashing name, she smiled and placed it to her ear. "Hey Kelly?"

"Hey Bey. You okay? I just wanted to check up on you again." Her voice rang through Beyoncé's ears. She sat up on the bed, a stinging sensation still prominent on her asscheeks. Even though Ghost had taken the time to care for her wounds after the bath last night, it didn't mean she was healed in one day.