Omniscient pov
Jay's presence at work becomes suffocating. He shows up unannounced, hovering over Beyoncé like a shadow. Every time Nicki even looks at her for too long, he clears his throat, reminding her he's there. It's like he's daring her to step out of line, to give him a reason to tighten his grip.
Beyoncé does everything she can to avoid Nicki—no eye contact, no morning greetings, no stolen smiles. But Nicki sees through it. She sees how Beyoncé flinches at sudden sounds, how her makeup is heavier than usual, how she's moving like she's hiding something.
Then one day, in the middle of the workday, Beyoncé slips a folded note onto Nicki's desk before walking away without a word.
"Lunch? Same place as last time. 1:30."
Nicki's heart races.
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At lunch, Beyoncé is already there when Nicki arrives, nervously stirring her drink. She doesn't look up when Nicki sits down, just whispers, "I can't keep avoiding you."
Nicki smirks. "Took you long enough to admit it."
Beyoncé lets out a soft, tired laugh, but it fades quickly. "I don't know why I'm here," she says. "I just...I miss talking to you."
Nicki leans in, voice low. "Then keep talking to me."
So they do. They fall back into their rhythm—soft conversations, hidden smiles, and lingering glances. It feels dangerous, but neither of them care anymore.
Then one evening, after a long day, Beyoncé stops by Nicki's office, just to see her before she goes home to Jay.
"Hey" Beyonce knocked on Nicki's door before entering. "Good work today"
"I can say the same" Nicki flashed her pearly whites.
"Thanks"
"I like the color" she pointed to Beyoncé's hair. "The ginger really brings out the color of your eyes"
"Thank you, I didn't think anyone would notice it's a slightly different shade"
"I noticed" she stepped closer leaving a small gap in between the two of them.
Beyonce smiled feeling so seen. She had asked Jay what he thought earlier but he didn't pay her no mind.
A heavy silence filled the room as the two got lost in one another's eyes. One minute, they're talking. The next, their lips slowly smash together. Nicki's kiss felt different. They were slow, passionate, soft, and deep. Beyoncé melted into it before realizing what's happening.
She pulls away, hands shaking. "No. That wasn't supposed to happen, w-we crossed the line."
Nicki looks at her, calm but firm. "Beyoncé, we crossed that line a long time ago."
Tears well in Beyoncé's eyes. "We can't do this. I can't. He'll—" She stops herself, swallowing hard.
Nicki's expression darkens. "What? He'll what?"
Beyoncé wipes at her tears, voice barely above a whisper. "He'll hit me."
The words send a chill down Nicki's spine.
Beyoncé looks away. "And if I leave...he'll take my kids. He'll ruin me."
Nicki reaches for her hands, squeezing them tight. "Then let me help you."
Beyoncé shakes her head. "You can't Nicki."
"I got you"
