Speechless**' : 2016

Chapter 1*

Chapter 1- Beyonce's life.

"Beyoncé!, Beyoncé!" The paparazzi yelled after me as I made my way through the restaurant. The cameras came closer and I covered my face; this meet up was a mess. I can't get from point A to point B without being hustled. Julius, my body guard, placed his hand on my right hip directing me to the private room in the back. He began to push a few fans back along with paparazzi. Sometimes I don't understand why my
life has to be so overwhelming; just as I thought life couldn't get any worse, my heart sunk. Idris was already waiting for me.

Great, now look whose going to get a lecture on how to be early at dates.

I wanted to beat him there, not wanting the public to know about our relationship, even though he was against that idea; not that I gave a shit what he thought, it's just that he's really demanding, and I hate arguing with him. What he says is what goes. I feel like a little shrimp, he doesn't give a two shits about my opinions.

He gripped my hips and kissed me on the lips "It's about time you got here." he stated, obviously annoyed. "Sorry, baby. The paps followed me more than they usually do." I apologized quickly before he caused a scene. He looked at my body guard giving him a gesture that I was okay once I was with him and he could leave. Julius did as he was practically told.

Idris took hold of my waist leading me away from the infamous lights and action going around me. He opened up the door which led to the private dinner that he requested and we entered. I looked around me, admiring the "Arabelle Restaurant" that he asked me out to. This looked like it put in so much effort. Idris smiled at my lovingly eyes, turning my head around to face him. "Aren't you just so beautiful." he admired me and I blushed, kissing his lips for a few.

He squeezed my back gently before leading me to the table that was set up. I acclaimed the paintings around the room. I was surprised at all of this, really. Idris has really out done himself this time. He pulled out the chair for me, allowing me to sit. "What's all of this?' I asked, still looking around at the setting. A chuckle slid through his lips as he sat down in front of me, gripping my hand. "Baby girl, I'm trying to impress you."

"As if you don't already do." I said with a smile, he kissed my lips in return smiling against them. "Eat." he commanded and kissed me once more. I smirked at him and we both began to eat.

Idris Elba, my boyfriend for 7 years. He was charming and smooth within everything that he did. He was honestly the reason why I wake up with a smile; waking up with expectations to see him. We shared so much love within each other, nothing could attempt to come between us. Well, except his career. He was an actor, which means he was usually gone for a few months, nothing too serious, but he'd always come back on a few Saturdays to cheer me up. I'm not worried about him, but I do miss my baby. Being with this man was nothing but alluring and prepossessing. Yes, he has had his days, but I have to forgive him.

As we were finishing up our dinner, everything became more skeptical. Honestly, why were we here? We hardly go out on dates, he wasn't even himself. He was all smiling, and loving. Yes, Idris loves me, but he loves to beat around the bush with it. Where's my seductive, yet annoying, yet demanding boyfriend that I knew? Was he changing? If he was, then damn this day has become my lucky day. All of the physical fights, and all of the hitting, kicking, making massive angry love to each other. The sex was great, but the fights weren't. I enjoyed beating his ass though, as he did to me. I don't even think we've ever had a real argument. We usually just go straight into hitting each other. I know that this wasn't the healthiest thing in a relationship, but it was the best way we could deal with it.

Idris stood up, taking my hand within his. "Beyonce'." he had said my name, getting up from his seat. He then walked next to me, bending down on one knee.

"You are the love of my life, and I am extremely happy with you. You turn an ordinary day to an extraordinary one, everything about you makes me smile. Your smile, your personality, your ego, your perspective on the world, and baby that's what I want to wake up to everyday. Let me take care of you, let me be with you, let me love you." he stared into my eyes, while pulling out a velvet case. He opened it in front of me, letting me see the expensive quality. My eyes opened up and I looked down at him. I licked my lips, laying back against the seat- not sure of my answer.

Idris kept looking up at me-praying to the gods that my answer wouldn't be no, and it wasn't, well not exactly. I am 23 years old; I'm too young to get my life tied down.

I placed my hand on top of the ring holder, closing it. "Idris, I love you. I really do, but I'm not ready." I had told him. I was hoping that he'd understand, but that was the least of his actions. He stood up and looked at me for a while, not believing what I had just said. "Excuse me?" it was like he was not accepting my response. "Idris, I-"

"7 years Beyonce'! What the hell do you mean you're not ready?! I've been with you since you were 16 and have known you a year before!" he exclaimed. I stood up. "This is exactly like the time you didn't take no for an answer when I didn't want to have sex with you! But look where I am now!" I yelled back. He immediately grabbed my hand, throwing a couple hundreds on the table and pulled me out of the private room.

The flashes from the cameras instantly struck when they saw both of us walking out. He gripped my hand in an angrily manner, whereas I smiled for some of the photos that were being taken. Idris pushed through the crowds and we were finally outside, running to his vehicle. A couple of camera men ran after us, but that was the least of our problems.

As we sat in the car, not a word was being spoken, he pressed down the gas, rushing to drive me home- I'm guessing.

"Idris." I called, but no answer. I sucked my teeth and looked out of the window. "Why do you always act like that, huh? All of this can go to the reason why I don't want to be married to you!" my anger was getting the best of me. Now was the time to let my anger show. He looked towards me, but turned his head back, almost as if he was trying not to respond. "Idris!" I called, looking straight at him. When he drove into my gate, he parked, staring directly into my eyes. "Look, I will not have this fucking argument with you right now, alright!? Get your ass in the house."

I got out of the car, slamming the door as I did, and fuck that made him so mad. He got out, chasing after me, but I was not running. I opened up my door and walked in. "Good Evening, Ms. Knowles." my butler greeted me, but I was not in the mood. "Yeah, good night, Shawn."

Idris burst through the door, not paying my butler any mind as he did me. He pinned me unto the wall staring into my eyes angrily. "Go upstairs!" he yelled, obviously angry as hell. His eyes was blood cold red, but I wasn't going to just do what he said, this is how it usually goes anyhow. "NO! Get the fuck away from me! You're not going to control me this time!" I screamed as loud as I could and that was it. He lifted me up and placed me over his shoulder, marching up the stairs. "Have a good evening, Ms. Knowles." my butler had told me, walking back into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and laid my head in Idris's neck, knowing that tonight wasn't going to be an easy one.

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Author's Note:

THANK YOU FOR 1 MILLION VIEWS ON "HE'S NOT ONLY MY BOSS" WTF! I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE IT! BUT HERE'S THE SURPRISE! I HOPE YA'LL LIKE THE BOOK TBFH, BC THIS IDEA JUST CAME TO MY HEAD, LIKE I DIDN'T EVEN DWELL ON IT. I WAS JUST LIKE "Let me just write this and see where it goes." IDK WHERE IT'S GONNA HEAD, BUT I'M SURE I'MMA HAVE FUN FINDING OUT! Lol!

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**Ruthy