Secret service

Am i ready?

Shawn's pov
Beyoncé . Wow. Beyoncé . They way it just rolls off my tongue. Her name is just as beautiful as she is. I thought it was something like Bianca or Becky or something. Should I tell her I heard. BK has no idea I heard what she said last night. The truth is I never left her door until this morning. I was hoping she would open the door and see me but she didn't. Would she be mad?would she finally tell me face to face and give 'us' a try. Her telling me would be her opening up to me right? I'm done guessing I'm going over there. I quickly shot up from my bed and put some sweats on and a white T-shirt. I walked through the kitchen heading towards the door, luckily neither Ben or Abby had gotten up yet or maybe they already left. I don't know I'm just happy they are not here to question me. I stool infront of Bk's door skeptical if I should knock or not. I already got rejected once, I don't know if I could take another one. Deep breath, I told myself.

Bk's pov
I laid helplessly on the ground in front of my front door. Every since what happened last night I haven't moved. Too many thoughts ran through my mind from that point especially when I realized Shawn was on the other side of the door. I wondered if he had heard what I said because as soon as I thought of my name I heard his breathing speed up. I pondered the thought of if I had just thought about telling him my name, by saying it in my head or if I actually said it out loud. Just by thinking about it was making me weak all over again. I never told anyone my name before, well except one person that wasn't family and I swore I would never let anyone in after that. it makes me feel vulnerable. Telling someone my name would be the first step of me opening up myself to them. Am I ready for that? With Shawn even? A soft knock came from outside my door but I was too weak to to answer or see it was. The knocking grew louder after 5 minutes then it stopped just as quick as it had started. The knob of the door shook a little, then I heard keys. Keys? There's only one person who knows where my spear is. That was only for emergency asshole, I thought, putting a smile on my face. Oh how much I would love to argue with him right now. The door slightly pushed open, breaking me out of my reverie. I finally looked up to see none other than mr Shawn Carter himself. Oh great. Even though I know it was him, my heart rate sped up for some reason, either I was just over thinking and curious to know if he heard me or maybe I'm just happy he's here. But why though? He looked around as if looking for me. He really didn't see me. I made a small chuckling sound and his eyes quickly  landed on mine, he saw me on the ground and panicked.
"Bey, you o.k.?" He asked running towards me. But I couldn't respond. my mouth was too dry so I shook my head at him. He picked me up, walking in the direction of my bedroom. Who knew he was this strong. Sexy. He laid me down before he started shooting questions at me.
"What happened? Are you ok? Why were you on the floor? Did someone attack you?" He rambled on. I found this extremely hilarious how much he cared. I wondered what he would do if I told him I was attacked. Would he revenge me. Be my hero. "Tell me Beyoncé? Speak," he commanded. Beyoncé? By now my mind and body was frozen. He did hear. What am I suppose to say now. I cleared my throat, alerting him that I needed water. He hopped up heading to the kitchen and under a minute he was back. I took big gulps of water as he watched me carefully. I felt him put his hands on mine, that was laying in my lap. "Beyoncé? I uh I mean BK what happened?" He said stuttering and looking into my eyes. I couldn't break his steer. I could see that he was worried. Those brown eyes, I felt like drowning in them. No!! man up.
"Who's Beyoncé?" it's seems like I caught him off guard with my question because of how wide his eyes opened up. But that quickly faded away when he stood in front of me.
"Cut the shit bey! I heard you when I was outside, so don't try to play me by playing coy, why is it so hard for you to open up?" He screamed obvious angry with my coyness. Bey? I got a nickname but I guess an angry one and Who the hell this nigga think he screaming at? Can't be me. Suddenly I felt myself strengthening with anger. Oh how much I can match your tone baby.
"Who the fuck you think you screaming at Shawn?" I said standing up in front of him. He was obviously taller than me without my heels, but I was just as intimidating. He stepped back a little sensing my anger. "Why do you keep hiding from the world? From me? The first day we met, you told me to trust you, well now its my turn to tell you that," he said reaching out for me, " trust me enough to know that I would never hurt you, well not intentionally, trust me enough to know that anything your willing to tell me will never leave our conversation, just between me and you bey," he said holding my hands, while staring at me. "Just trust me," he whispered.

Flashback

Trust me Beyoncé, I will never hurt you. I promise you that.
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I trusted you. Why?

I kept my promise, I promised I wouldn't hurt you, but I didn't say anything about my boss. He smirked at me.
That asshole. I trusted him with everything and this is what I get. But that was my fault but I promise myself never again.
End

Still Bk's pov
Trust him. Trust him. My heart said. I can't. My mind disagreed. Every time I think about what that bastard did to me I get weak. This time was no different. How he hurt me. I fell head first into Shawn's arm. Good thing he caught me. He picked me up and place me on the bed again. He must have realized that the conversation was too hard for me to discuss so he let it go for now. 
"Relax, breathe," he commanded. I wanted to tell him but I couldn't. I was too afraid of getting hurt again. His eyes never left mine as if pleading for me to give him some information or was it just concern written on his face. His eyes moved down to my lips for a second then back at my eyes. He leaned in and my body went numb. I couldn't move. I tried to but it was too late as his lips connected with mine. I knew what he was about to do when I saw him look down but I was still shocked. I tried not to reciprocate but I failed. I kissed him back. My lips just started moving against his. Those big soft lips that I have dreamed about kissing me in many different places. Hmm. Trust him, my heart said again.