Girls Love Beyoncé

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ONIKA T MARAJ

This was a bad idea I knew it was but I couldn't stop myself from coming. There were plans being built in my head and I couldn't sleep until they came to fruition. Something needed to be established, someone needed to know their place.

I walked into savage x with my head held high. Finding Rihanna was never hard she always was in the same place. The private room where me and her first met. No dancers were with her this time when I walked in.

She was by her lonesome a few shots cluttered around the mini table as she took a pull from her cigar. I got one good look at her and could tell shots weren't the only thing she took.

When she saw me it's as if she seen an Angel. Her eyes widening as she reached out for me. Her hands shaking slightly as she begged for some kind of physical connection. I wanted to give it to her but I knew better than that.

"How're you feeling?" I questioned keeping my distance. I could see her eyes gloss over as her hands fell into her lap.

"I'd feel better if you were next to me."  She pouted ever so slightly which reminded me of Beyoncé.

I knew I was in for hell when I got home.

"You know I can't do that."

"And why? You were next to me a few days ago. Why?" Her hand traced the spot next to her. She was trying to pull me into her but I wouldn't.

"Again that was a mistake. A lot of this should not have happened." She shook her head as if she didn't want to hear it. Which I could only imagine.

"But it did and you can't change the connection we made."

"We made one physical connection from what I can gather I fucked you!" My throat was tight as I gritted shooting daggers at her with my eyes.

Hers were piercing as she eyed me sitting back against the couch. She took one long pull of her cigar before discarding it on the floor. Stepping on it with her heel.

"You made love to me." The smirked sinfully. I couldn't believe this shit I couldn't.

"I fucked you." I repeated as she carefully stood. Taking her time to cross the room and enter my space.

"Onika you praised my body that night." She whispered wrapping her arms around my neck. That same expression on her face she couldn't help but to smile.

My hands found her waist as I squeezed eyeing her. She watched me through her lashes any expression I made she read like a book. This woman wasn't well and it was obvious. She had plenty of issues and I was only adding onto it.

"What can I do to fix this?" She questioned suddenly rubbing a thumb over my bottom lip.

"Fix what Rihanna? What is there to fix?" I squinted as she scoffed still caressing my face.

"Us... how can I fix us?"

"There is no fixing us. There was never an us to begin with."

"You can't tell me there wasn't."

"This is me telling you there isn't and will never be." She wasn't Beyoncé no matter what mistakes I made she'd never come close.

"So what we did meant nothing to you?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she stepped back. It's as if the words I spoke physically hurt her.

"She cheated on you onika!" She shouted letting me go. I was sick of being reminded of that shit every corner I took.

"Broke you. Do you remember when you told me what your father did?" I closed my eyes not even wanting to remember that moment of weakness.