I strutted my style as I cat-walked back into my office to find Jay head over heels, almost drooling over the sight of my body.
I leaned real close to his face, teasing him as I purposely showed my cleavage and whispered in his ear,
"You ready?"
I heard him choke a little but he finally managed to say "Ye mama".
"Well I hope you're ready for this too honey. You and I. We're done." I felt the tears build up, even though I felt like bursting i managed to keep my shit together. I threw his phone at him and rushed back to our bedroom to put some clothes on.
He just sat in the desk chair shocked as to what has just happened. He looked like he was still trying to register what was happening but at the same time he started scrolling through his phone. Probably looking for what triggered this to happen.
I grabbed a pair of track pants and a singlet, quickly got dressed and flicked my sister Solo a text.
"Solo I'm coming over"
whether she received it or not is a whole other story but quite frankly, I couldn't care less. I'm gate crashing into her house whether she likes it or not.
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As soon as I arrived at Solos house I ran into her bedroom to find -
Ew.
Her and Neyo doing the nasty in bed,
I guess she heard the door bust open because almost immediately I saw her head poke out from under the sheets.
"Damn Bey, what the hell are you doing here" she asked with irritation laced in her voice. I don't blame her for being irritated tho, I mean like, I did just walk in on her in bed with some nigga.
"Ney, leave." I ordered Neyo to leave so that I could talk to my sister. 'Ney' was just a nickname, get it? Bey and Ney. I guess it is a little odd to rhyme your name with your sisters partner but Neyo and I have been close since High School so all is well. He quickly jumped up and out of the bed and hurried out of the room, picking up his clothes on the way out.
"Bey you can't just rock up here and tell my boyfriend to leave while we're in the middle of making love" She scowled.
I ignored her and left the room, leaving her to get changed. In the meantime I scanned through her refrigerator looking for some food. Comfort eating has always been my weak spot, I can't help the fact that I like to eat when I'm border line depressed.
I ended up finding a tub of ice cream and a bottle of iced coffee, thankfully neither had been opened yet.
After gathering food I lounged on her couch outside, looking out at the beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean.
"Soo, what has your ratchet ass up here so suddenly that you had to kick my boyfriend out of his own house?" I heard solo yell from the kitchen. I assumed she was looking for food.
"Jays back at it"
"Hey! did you take my ice- ohh you little twat. I was saving that!" She must have noticed that her brand new tub of Tom and Jerrys ice cream had gone missing, my bad.
"Solo! That's not important right now thank you very much. My coward excuse of a husband is talking to his damn mistress again and here you are worrying about ice cream. Ughhh. But to answer your stupid question, yes, I did take it. And no, you can't have any" I retorted.
As she got closer her footsteps became louder and heavier. She must be mad about something if she's walking around here throwing her weight around.
"Are you fricken kidding me Beyonce Giselle. Haven't you learnt that this bum ass nigga isn't going to change? Fuck. You know what? Get my AK, I think I need to have a little chat with him". I wasn't able to make out if she was kidding or not when she mentioned the AK but she sure did sound pissed off.
Ever since the first time Jay cheated on me, she has been trying to get me to leave him but I just can't. I love him way too much to actually go through with a divorce. I've been with him for 11 years now, I can't just throw that all away. Yes, he has hurt me over and over again but to me, the bad does not outweigh the good which is why I'm held back so much.
Okay, yes, I did tell him that it was over but it wasn't the first time. He's probably at home awaiting my arrival and preparing himself for my plea of forgiveness. I always find myself running back to him but I don't know, this time might be different. Or it could just be a repeat of the last 4 times he has done this to me.
"Solange, no one needs to have a little chat with anyone. I just need to sort my shit out." I cried, realising that it's true.
"True true, you've always been a little stuffed in the hea-" She had a cheeky grin smacked across her face but I cut her off with a nudge. Okay, a little more than a nudge: she fell off the chair and onto the hard deck beneath us.
"Um excuse you, you didn't let me fini-" she continued.
"A little stuffed in the head but you still love me" I winked at her as I finished her sentence for her.
"Amazing. Even with all the shit that's happening right now you still manage to let that ego of yours shine"
We turned to each other and couldn't help but burst out with laughter.
Gosh, I sure do love having my sister around. Even during the toughest of times she never ceases to keep me from smiling.
Solo is a couple years younger than me but somehow she's always managed to be equally as mature as I am. Maybe even a little more. But this probably has something to do with the things we have both seen and been through in life.
Our parents went through with a divorce when Solo was 13 and I was 15. Our father had cheated on our mother - mama Tina. Thankfully our mother won the case of having both my sister and I in full custody. We both loved our father but nevertheless, we always knew that being with our mother was the best for us both at the time.
Every teenaged girl needs her mother, right?
We barely see our father nowadays. It's not really a bad thing if I do say so myself. Solo wasn't really close with him growing up because she knew how wrong it was to cheat on your wife, hence why she hates Jay so much. I knew that cheating was unacceptable but I on the other hand was daddy's little girl.
Yes folks, you heard me. I, Beyonce Giselle Knowles - Carter was daddy's little girl.
Growing up, I always dreamt of having a husband just like my daddy, and having my un-born son be like my daddy. Prime example of why you should be careful of what you wish for because it just might come true. My husband is almost exactly like my father and carries a lot of the same character traits, such as cheating. Oh and there's the other thing, Jay is almost 11 years older than me.
