Beyonce flipped through the pictures from the large yellow envelope that was handed to her, getting angrier and angrier by the second as she looked at the pictures of her lover and new woman cooking together and sharing a kiss. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏? She asked herself as rage seeped through her emotions causing her to throw the pictures down on the floor, letting out a low groan rubbing her temples.
"Michelle! When did this happen? How did you let this happen?!" She asked as her tone raised looking at the raven haired woman expectantly.
Michelle ran her hand through her hair as the anxiety began to boil within her. "President Carter, it was really out of my hands. Stepping over some boundaries here.. you nor I control Ms. Rowlands life and you have a husband and a country to run so respectfully you need to get over it Miss." she said sternly, although Beyonce noticed the gulp that the woman in front of her took.
Beyoncé's eyebrows furrowed listening to her Chief of Staff with distaste. She stood up, hands pressing firmly against her desk and her eyes trained on her "friend". "Don't patronize me. I know what my duties are to this country. As far as my husband that is my business. I want to see her. Either bring her to me or get my cars ready and I will go to her." She said sucking her teeth as she finished. Upset she even had to deal with this matter.
"I will try Bey. But you know Kelly is stubborn there is no guarantee." She said cautiously. Beyonce let out a dry chuckle leaning forward a bit as she licked her lips.
"I am the President of the United States, Michelle. You will do. Not try." She finished before waving her hand towards the door letting her know she was dismissed. Michelle nodded muttering a "Yes ma'am" before exiting closing the door.
Beyonce leaned back in her seat letting out a sigh. 𝐼𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤．She thought to herself as her mind wandered to her favorite fantasy of her and the dark skinned woman, closing her eyes as a faint smile appeared on her face. She dreamed of living in Paris with the feminine. Somewhere far from the reality they lived here, where they could be themselves and lay by the fireplace in the middle of winter drinking hot chocolate and telling their favorite stories like they have done so many nights on one of their late night calls. Or summertime where they would be able to walk hand in hand in Italy after taking the train and eat the finest gelato. That wasn't reality though. She offered to give up her presidency many times for the woman but she would not allow anything but greatness from her and Beyonce just had to accept it.
A tear dropped from the woman's eye quickly wiping it as she picked up the picture from the ground looking at the two. She was happy. But she didn't have that same glimmer in her eyes as she had when she was with her. The other woman was recognizable and didn't look too far off from her. Ciara Wilson. She was a lawyer and a damn good one although she would never say that to her face.
She studied the pictures for a couple of more minutes enjoying the self torture as she knew this was her fault before making the decision of going to Kelly herself. She called the head of the secret service letting him know she needed a ride somewhere and it wasn't debatable before leaving out of the Oval Office to go get ready.
She walked into her room passing her husband Shawn who was lying in the bed reading the newspaper. Everything he did seemed to irritate her. 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒？She said to herself feeling her blood boil again but shook it off. She made her way into her closet looking for a change of clothes.
"Where are you going Beyonce?" He asked looking up from the newspaper even though she couldn't see him from inside the closet. She walked out in a burgundy skirt with a black synched in waist button up, running her fingers through her curled blonde tresses and she slid on her black red bottoms over her stockings. "I just need to go handle some business. I will be back Jay." She said shortly before walking towards the door.
"Whatever. If you are going to go see Kelly I swear. I will not allow you to keep crawling back to your mistress, it's getting desperate" he said scoffing. "I am your husband. You need to act like it and have some fucking respect for me." He finished closing his newspaper.
Beyonce looked back at him smiling shortly. "I told you already that me and her are done. Just believe me and you would find some peace." She said before walking out fully and making her journey to the woman.
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Kelly sat alone in her spacious apartment drinking her favorite red wine Romanee-Conti snacking on some popcorn as she watched In the House. It was a guilty pleasure show of hers and she couldn't get enough of LL Cool J. While she loved women she had a slight interest in men as well and he was one of them. She sat with multiple case documents in front of her, reading glasses on and her pen keeping her hair up in a bun in the back. Her silk robe felt amazing against her skin as she let out a sigh of relief of the perfect night for her. That was until she heard those three knocks on the door.
She knew exactly who was there and chose to ignore not wanting to go down that rabbit hole today. 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘．Hearing the knocks again, she groaned getting up and made her way to the door. She checked her appearance in the mirror next to it before opening the door slightly, holding it as she leaned against the door frame.
"President Carter. What are you doing here?" She asked casting glances at the secret service around the blonde with a squint causing Beyonce to chuckle.
"I have something important to discuss with you." She said making her scoff before roaming her eyes down Beyoncé's appearance. She looked good. She always did but she knew she came for a reason. Squinting once more she shook her head before letting her into her home.
"Beyonce what do you w-" "Why are you with her?" Beyonce blurted out before she could even finish her sentence.
"You don't get to ask me that Bey. That's not fair of you to ask me considering the circumstances. If you must know we are not official but do NOT come here demanding answers from me." She said pressing her finger against her chest feeling upset that she felt comfortable enough to do this to her.
Beyonce grabbed her wrist and pulled her in by her waist before moving her thumb to her cheek caressing it softly. "Please leave her. I love you and I cannot sit here and watch you move forward with someone who is not me. Please." She said leaning down and ghosting her lips against the darker woman's just begging them to touch.
"That's selfish and you know it. Stop telling me you love me and you cannot control who I am with. If you need help business wise I am here. But this? I cant do it. I am a crisis manger so tell me President Carter do you have a crisis because if not you can go." Kelly finished staring into her eyes coldly.
Beyonces gaze did not falter though instead she gripped her waist tighter bringing her in impossibly close. "You know what's not fair? I feel like I cannot breathe without you. It physically hurts to see you with someone else and it's even worse knowing that you will not allow me to give up everything to be with you. You want a crisis? There it is. Fix it. Fix me Kelendria." Beyonce begged lifting her chin up with her thumb.
The dark skinned woman held eye contact a second longer then allowed herself to fall into the blondes words. She wrapped her arms around the President looking at her unsurely before pressing her lips against hers passionately, the blonde wasting no time reciprocating. The kiss was fiery and loving and uncontrollable and it also wasn't ending anytime soon as the blonde began to untie her robe and walked them to the couch dropping the robe off of her arms as she pushed Kelly back onto the soft cushions, sliding her tongue into her mouth as she gasped letting the hazel eyed woman's hand roam her body awaiting their long night together.
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Hiii new book time! Y'all lmk if you like it and if I should continue🤍
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