Disclosure

Paint A Picture

*2 Days Later*
September 6
Beyoncé Knowles POV

"If this is about my birthday, I keep telling you i'm not mad."

"It's not. Alex has a day off so why not capitalize off that?" She said to me as she laid the blanket on the soft grass. I was working on her study during the day instead of night since Alex took a day off to catch up on some extra credit assignments. Halfway through my work, she mentioned some spontaneous "painting in the park" idea, so that's what we did. I sat across from her while we both set up our canvases and art supplies.

"You're right."

"I want to spend time with you before Xavier comes home tonight.." She confessed to me. I sighed. Made sense why she was so adamant that we had to "capitalize" off the little opportunities we do get.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long will your husband be home?"

"Maybe a week. I don't really know. He just up and leaves." She shrugged.

"Alright. A week isn't bad. I can make it a week." I said out loud but to myself. That shit was so good though, I had little confidence that I actually could make it a week.

"You don't have to. I'll come to you." She started to lightly draw with pink paint on the canvas.

"Uh.. nah t-that's okay. Let's just wait. Alex is there and stuff." I made an excuse. Truth was I wasn't even comfortable the last time she was there. It couldn't be attractive that that was all we could afford. I felt the longer she was there, the more she would realize I was in fact, not equipped to take care of her the way her husband could or be on her level.

"I'll wait until he goes to sleep." She found a quick solution and that was not convenient for me right now.

"I don't want you to." I said even though I didn't mean it. I just couldn't handle the embarrassment.

"Oh." Her facial expression dropped and she kept painting but at a slower pace.

"It's just—that's not a place you need to be. You're driving a fancy ass car to that dangerous ass hood and you're coming in my less than up to par apartment in red bottom heels. I don't have a california king Onika. Why would you want to fuck me there?" I finally blurted out while she peeked over her canvas at me nonchalantly. It was like my words didn't even bother her.

"Do you think i'm shallow?" She asked me.

"I don't think you're shallow but I think you know your worth. We're completely different. You have everything. I have nothing." I told her. Hated to sound insecure but facts were facts.

"I have everything and I still have nothing Beyoncé.." She looked at me then looked over at a woman who was pushing her baby in a stroller. My heart quickly sank for her as her eyes teared up.

"Don't cry.." I got up and went over to her side to hold her.

"I know this situation isn't ideal and I know I was the main one that was going off about how it could never be more but I hate when you think you're not enough or don't have enough to offer. We can't be together because of a situation I put myself in when I was just your age. It has nothing to do with you or what you have. I'm about to be fully transparent with you..... I haven't done something like this in years. I haven't been on a meaningful "date" or felt this way in so long. I haven't had incredible sex like this in well.. ever. If I could somehow some way get out of my marriage... I would be with you." She confessed to me and then continued painting like it was nothing. I turned her face to me and began kissing her as sloppily as I could.