𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 30: "𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈"

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France, Paris
Hotel
O.T.M.
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Stepping into the hotel room, I felt my breath hitch at the sight. It was beautiful—soft lighting, a grand bed with pillows stacked in perfect order, and a view of the city twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows. A warmth settled over me, a calmness I hadn’t felt in weeks. This wasn’t just any place; Beyoncé had picked this for us, somewhere safe and hidden from everything outside.

“This is… wow,” I said, letting out a breath as I took in the space.

Beyoncé chuckled behind me, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “It is, isn’t it?” She dropped her car keys and purse on the polished wood table by the door and shrugged off her coat, letting it fall gracefully over the arm of a nearby chair. She watched me with a smile, her gaze so warm and inviting.

“So, how long is your mom gone for?” she asked, an eyebrow raised, her voice light but curious.

“A week,” I replied, my voice shy but steady. “She’ll be back on Sunday.”

Her face lit up with that little sparkle in her eyes. “That means I can still see you this weekend?” There was a hint of playfulness in her tone, and it made my heart race.

I felt myself blush and glanced down, shrugging off my cardigan, letting her see the dress I’d chosen just for her—a short, fitted black dress that hugged my figure perfectly. I hadn’t dressed up like this in a long time, and doing it for her made me feel powerful, alive.

“Yes,” I murmured, almost too quiet, but I knew she heard me.

Her gaze lingered, roaming over me slowly, savoring every detail. She took a step toward the bed and turned, sitting gracefully as her eyes never left mine. “You look good, sweetheart,” she said softly, her voice like velvet.

My cheeks warmed, and I managed a small smile. Every little word, every gentle glance—it all felt so special coming from her. I walked closer, my steps quiet as I joined her at the edge of the bed.

“What do you want to eat?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur that felt like a secret meant just for me.

I didn’t care what we ate, not really. All I wanted was her. “Whatever you’re having,” I replied, looking up at her. She seemed to understand, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she reached for the room phone, ordering dinner for us.

Time seemed to melt away as we waited, talking and laughing quietly, the conversation flowing effortlessly. When the food arrived, we ate by the soft glow of the city lights outside, the sounds of rain pattering against the window in the background. It felt like we were in our own world, untouched by anyone or anything beyond those walls.

The night deepened, casting shadows over the room as the rain continued to fall outside, and eventually, we found ourselves lying in bed. The room was dark now, save for the moonlight streaming through the windows, casting a soft silver glow that bathed us in an ethereal light. I lay with my head on her shoulder, feeling her warmth seep into me as I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close.

“You feel so perfect here,” she whispered, her voice breaking through the quiet. She traced gentle circles on my arm, her touch soothing and electric all at once.