Rih POV
The ringing in my ear stopped. Inhale through the nose. I slowly stood up. Exhale through the mouth. She took a step back but I walked right by. I turned back at the door and kept my voice even.
Rih: Whatchu want from d'liquor store?
Bey: W-what?
Rih: I said, what... do... you... want... from... the... store?
She just stared at me.
Rih: Well if you think of somethin', text me.
I turned back around to go downstairs and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled seconds before the television remote hit the wall to my right. I turned back around slowly.
Bey: *yells* What you lookin' at me for? Go ahead and keep walkin' away like a lil' bitch!
I sighed and shook my head, trying to remember what my therapist said about triggers and techniques. I haven't been taking my pills or going to see my therapist lately, but I haven't had any episodes either. You could say I've been doing pretty good, but clearly Bey's trying to get me to throw all of my progress right out of the window. Along with her body.
Rih: What d'fuck is ya problem? Seriously!
Bey: You already know what my problem is! You still fuckin' dat bitch downstairs, ain't you?!
Rih: No, I'm not.
Bey: What's wit' all dat "Babe" shit then?
Rih: She calls everyone dat! It don't mean shit.
Bey: Oh, bullshit, Robyn! I see the looks she be givin' you! Does she even know we engaged? Or did you forget to tell her?
Rih: *fidgets* Listen, I forgot. She knows I'm engaged, though. I um, wanted to make sure you was cool wit' me tellin' 'er about us.
Bey: Robyn, she had your secret baby and no one had any idea. I'm sure you know she can keep a secret if you'd asked her to. If you really wanted to tell her, you'd have done it in London! Lie again, please.
Rih: Oh my God! I'm not- You know what? I'm jus' gonna let you cool out 'cause you trippin'. Text me what you want.
With that I made my exit. I wonder where I can get my hands on some Everclear.
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About three hours later, the "party" was lit. I'd been carrying Rohan around for nearly two hours, much to Rita's irritation. According to her I was "spoiling" him. She'd finally convinced me to put him down when he fell asleep in my arms. Now both him and Blue were upstairs with the nanny.
It was only around five in the evening but Aubrey and Mel were pretty much inebriated, with that Lauren London chick not far behind. I have to admit, even in this state she is gorgeous. Those dimples would've had me at 'hello' if I wasn't already in love with Beyoncé.
I was in the kitchen polishing off my fifth shot of Priv when Lauren walked in. I watched her as she struggled with the lid on the pasta salad container for a minute before I intervened. She smiled up at me.
Lauren: *giggles* Thank you. Wish my ex had the protection this shit got.
Rih: *smiles* Ay, y'all did make a cute ass baby though.
Lauren: You right, you right! My son is everythin'... So dis is yo' house? It's niiice! I gotta thank Nicki for lettin' me come wit' Cyn. I can't believe I'm in Rihanna's house!
Rih: Thank you...an' call me Robyn.
Lauren: Robyn? Right, dat is ya first name isn't it? *chuckles* What a hilarious coincidence...
Rih: *smiles* What is?
She eyed me over her barbeque chicken for a minute before she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially.
Lauren: Tell me, Robyn... Can you keep a secret?
Ten minutes later I could feel the white-hot jealousy slowly consuming my brain and I knew I wasn't even in control anymore. In long quick strides I made my way into the living room, green eyes scanning for my girl. I spotted her sitting on an ottoman in the corner, laughing with Mel and Cyn. I tapped her shoulder, plastering a fake smile on my face.
