A/n: everything but family vacay 3...
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Bey's POV
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Flashback (2005)
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"Nah, you need a soldier."
"Niggas with caesar cuts and shit, huh?" Y/n teased, licking her lips as she eyed me. Although, her tone was playful, I knew deep down she was being serious.
I sat my hands in my lap and huffed as she kept talking.
Right now, she had me sitting on the counter of a bathroom hidden away in the arena. Me and the girls had just took a quick break from rehearsals, and I've only had time to drink water before I came back here with her.
"Huh? That's what you like?" She stepped closer her hands resting on either side of my thighs. "You said he gotta be street, right? With glocks and shit?"
I twisted my face. "And you don't got a Glock?"
She grinned. "Not on me right now."
"Ok, so what? You gon' quote my whole verse back to me?" I gave her a dry look, and she laughed, but I could tell she was checking for cracks. For anything that told her she still had me wrapped around her finger.
"I mean..."
I rolled my eyes, but I didn't move when her fingers traced over my knee with a light touch. I should've pushed her off, told her to go somewhere with this shit, but I didn't.
"Baby, I don't wanna talk about this." I turned my head, looking anywhere but at her. "I don't have time for it."
"You sure?" She challenged, tilting her head. "You got time for him?"
I closed my eyes briefly. "Y/n."
"What he got that I don't?" She asked, her voice still light, still teasing. I had to try and hide the smile tugging at the corner of my lips as she asked that. Y/n was the last person to let another nigga make her feel insecure. So I knew that she was just trying to be funny.
Everything I needed was right in front of me, and she knew that.
But she also knew why I was slightly pulling away. Why I was entertaining someone else.
The media was already putting me and Shawn together, and I wasn't stopping it. He had connections, power, a different kind of pull. It wasn't just about him--it was about the business. About where I saw myself in the future.
I shook my head, turning back to her. "Here you go."
"What?" She grinned. "I'm just curious. Yo ass was talkin' like you found something' better."
I grinned back, done with her dumb ass. "Maybe I did."
Y/n raised a brow, letting that sit for a second before nodding slowly. "So you like 'em old now?"
I busted out laughing, and she did too, clearly not taking me too serious. That was the thing with her, though--she knew how to get under my skin, but she never pressed unless she really wanted an answer. And right now, she was just feeling herself, playing around, seeing how far she could push me.
She leaned in, her lips close to my ear while her hands went to lay on my hips. She pulled me closer to her. "You think he can make you moan like I do?"
I pushed her face back instantly. "Girl, shut up!"
She threw her head back laughing, that deep, cocky laugh that always got on my nerves.
