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ONIKA TANYA MARAJ
"Nah I don't even play like that." Jenn laughed I couldn't even take this conversation serious right now.
"But I'm saying, you won't ever take the strap? Like I get Nicki like you know she got it on her, but Jenn bro you telling me you don't like niggas?" I couldn't help but to scream Kr was deadass asking her this shit.
"Yo bro stop playing with me." She mugged which caused everyone to burst into laughter.
"And just because Nicki got a dick don't mean she wouldn't take something up the ass." Jenn said which caused me to sit all the way up.
Beyoncé was snickering next to me which caused me to push her away. I didn't even play like that what the fuck. And if I ever did want a nigga I'd be doing the bending the fuck.
"Baby stoppp." She giggled trying to be all up on me. I pushed her away pointing at Jenn.
"You know I'm controlling that allll the way don't even play with me. Fuck niggas would be on my dick not the other way around." I mugged which caused Kr to scream falling off the couch.
"Yo bro why are we having this discussion?? Somebody get in the fucking booth please." Tata sighed which Jenn got up snickering as she went in.
"Baby you mad at me?" Beyoncé questioned pouting as she held me close. I couldn't ever be mad at her honestly.
"No." She smiled pecking my lips. I thought we were good until she opened her mouth.
" So you wouldn't let me peg you?" I left the room entirely leaving her. She was tryna be so fucking funny. Maybe it was a bad idea to introduce her to them.
They clearly were a bad influence. Asking if she could peg me how did she even know what the fuck that was. I sighed shutting the door as I pulled my phone out checking the time. It was a little later in the day now. Me and bey went a few rounds before we came to the studio.
She had met Lauren and India and fell in love with them. It was amazing to see my worlds collide. Lauren was like my older sister and India was like my younger one. I wasn't actually close with my real sister but that wasn't our fault. We tried and it just didn't work I'd prefer being an only child.
But just seeing Beyoncé warm up and get comfortable around everyone let me know I made a smart decision. Bringing her to New York genuinely was showing me sides of her I haven't seen in a minute. Having her in this studio environment brought out that creative Beyoncé I had seen when I was younger.
She was musically gifted but loved to play it off. But I knew all she had to do was say the word and I'd have a studio built in the penthouse. I'd build whatever she wanted all she had to do was say something. I'd make plenty of sacrifices just to see her happy. I was down bad but really didn't give a fuck.
I found myself checking the time again. My uncle had a job for me. I didn't know what it was and he told me he'd give me the details later. Which I didn't appreciate because at any moment he would expect me to go all the way across town. Which I mean I would do it but I had to prepare shit like this. What would I even tell Beyoncé?
"It's mad brick outside." I heard causing me to glance up. India and Lauren were walking in shivering. It was getting a little colder we were two months shy of November.
