run of the mill.

17th

"Yeah," Shawn said into his phone as he stepped out of the VIP room at 'The Tally', a local restaurant in Orlando where he was spending the day with Pharrell Williams and a few faces he knew along with a cute little aspiring singer he thought he could get some from before he went back to Jackie in the hotel room. He checked his watch and wondered why Mike, his accountant was calling him in the middle of the day.

"Yo, cash cow!" Mike said in that cheerful voice Shawn thought was annoying behind words. He shook his head at the name he was called and smiled. He couldn't object like he wasn't raking in the dollars. "How's it going my man?"

Shawn shrugged even though he was on the phone. "Good, I ain't got no complaints."

"Which means I need a raise," Mike said talking swiftly as he always did. Shawn only laughed and Mike chuckled and moved on. "I was calling to check on my baby momma."

"Beyonce?"

"The one and only. Has she agreed to marry me yet?"

Shawn chuckled. "Na, she agreed to marry me."

Mike laughed. "All jokes aside I was calling because I was looking over your statements for the week and I'm as concerned as I always am." There was the rustling of some paperwork and then mike made a disapproving noise. "Is she in trouble or something?"

Shawn sat up off the wall he had been leaning on and pressed the phone to his ear harder. "What kind of trouble? Why you ask me that?"

"No reason, I was just looking over the statements like I said and some purchases made on her master card made me worry."

"What's wrong with them?"

"There aren't any."

"What?"

"Shawn, she had four credit cards and according to the statement in front of me she hasn't spent a dime in almost a month."

Shawn did find that odd but he shrugged it off and looked back at his party laughing at an impersonation Pharrell was doing. He chuckled as he looked through the glass and shrugged. "Beyonce doesn't spend a lot of money. You know that."

"And that's why she's my favorite. The only one I don't have to keep my eye on." There was a pause. "But this is abnormal. Her gym membership has been cancelled. There isn't even a burger on these cards." 

"Well you know she's almost eight months pregnant now, she don't need to be eating burgers and working out at gyms no way."

Mike sucked his teeth. "She cancelled her cell phone plan. Broke the lease according to the snot-nosed little fucker I talked to at T-Mobile."

Shawn's ears perked up. "Cancelled her phone plan? Why the hell would she do that?" He watched Vanessa... Veronica whatever the hell that girls name was get up and walk out of the room, coming to stand in front of him. He smirked at her and said nothing as she leaned closer to him, touching his neck with her thick lips. Her tiny hand grabbed his dick through his pants and he smiled.

"That's exactly what I wanted you to figure out. How did she sound when you talked to her yesterday?"

Victoria, that was her damn name. She kissed his ear and went for the zipper of his Rock and Republic Jeans. Shawn closed his eyes and let his head fall back a little. The hallway to the VIP room was deserted and if anyone came, hell he was Shawn fucking Carter. They would leave and let him handle his. "Yesterday? I ain't talk to her yesterday." There was silence on the other end of the phone. Victoria grabbed a handful of him and Shawn opened his eyes and grinned at her. She was bolder than he thought. "Was I suppose to talk to her yesterday?"