Girls Love Beyoncé

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THIRD POINT OF VIEW

The sun slowly began to set over the horizon as onika drove within the suburban neighborhood. There was a warm golden glow sprawling over the homes. Polito's home being one of them as they pulled into the drive way. His house was large it stood out against the others near it.

Beyoncé couldn't help but to shift nervously in her seat as Onika parked the car in the driveway. The sight before her was both impressive and intimidating. Polito's home was a striking blend of modern architecture and traditional Trinidadian design, adorned with intricate wooden carvings that hinted at the rich culture within.

"This place is gorgeous..." Beyoncé mumbled with wide eyes. Onika could only smirk turning the car off.

"Worked his ass off for this shit, you gotta see the inside."  She quickly left her seat going around to open the door for Beyoncé. She hopped out of onika's car with a smile.

The couple matching both wore a pair of denim jeans with black hoodies on. Beyoncé wore her tennis bracelet and a few rings. Whilst onika matched her chains glistening on her neck. Beyoncé wanted to wear heels or something but onika forced her into a pair of Jordon's.

They walked across the lawn already being hit with the smell of herbal spices. Clearly someone was over that stove sweating and onika was prepared for it. The pair stood before the door and Beyoncé gulped.

The front door, was a massive wooden structure, was intricately carved, showcasing images of Trinidad's landscape and culture. As they approached, Beyoncé felt her heart race, she was terrified. She took a deep breath as onika kissed her cheek.

"He ain't gone bite you mama."

"How are we so sure of that?" Onika smacked her lips waving Beyoncé off with a slight chuckle.

"We aren't." Beyoncé wanted to cry as Onika banged on the door. She clearly had zero patience and that made Beyoncé embarrassed. The neighborhood was quiet and she was banging as if she was a cop.

"Onika-." The door suddenly swung open, revealing Polito—a tall, imposing figure with a warm smile.

His presence commanded respect, his skin was dark and his dreads were pulled back.
The scars on his skin made him appear scary, but there was a twinkle in his eyes that was so welcoming. He like onika wore large chains teased down in complete black.

"Nikki! Come in! Come in!" He smiled with wide arms. Stepping aside he allowed for the girls to come into the home.

Beyoncé was still nervous but as she stepped into the foyer she couldn't focus. The high ceilings and polished wooden floors greeted them. The walls were adorned with family photographs and vibrant art, each piece telling a story of love and heritage.

"You must be Beyoncé, it's a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my home." He grinned showcasing the wedges of sliver grillz in his teeth.

"Thank you, sir."

As Polito finished greeting Beyoncé with a warm welcome, he turned to Onika, his expression shifting to one of measured respect.

"It's good to see you Nikki." Without hesitation, he stepped forward, offering a firm handshake that quickly transitioned into a strong hug. They swayed slightly, the embrace filled with mutual respect.

"It's never good to see your old ass." They both let out a hefty chuckle as he stepped back.
He couldn't help but to study her with a critical eye, but there was a flicker of pride in his gaze.

"You keeping it together? Did Houston treat you well?" He suddenly spoke, his voice serious and low.

"Can't complain."