Dangerous Woman
Chapter Three
May 11, 2014
Beyoncé woke up the next morning in a bed all to herself. She had briefly remembered Shawn leaving out around two o'clock in the morning. For the first time, she didn't say anything. She didn't make him think that she was even awake. For the first time, she wanted him to think that he was getting away with everyone. She couldn't believe that he thought that she was this stupid woman that didn't know all the signs of cheating. She had been with a cheater prior to Shawn.
Looking over to the alarm clock on the night stand, she realized that Sutton would be waking up pretty soon. The girl was on a schedule that Bey couldn't understand. She would go to sleep at the same times and wake up at the same times. She'd also force herself to take a nap right at noon. Bey went into her bathroom and began getting dressed for the day. She had no plans and didn't wish to be bothered.
"Mommy?" Sutton questioned in her soft tone. She poked her head in the bedroom to see if she could find either her mother or father.
Bey moved out of the walk-in closet to look at her daughter. A smile plastered on her face as she watched her daughter hold on gently to her teddy bear as she hoped that her parents hadn't forgotten about her. Bey walked over to her and picked her up. Her lips pressed against her temple. "Good morning, my love."
"Mornin'," Sutton softly replied before resting her head on her mother's chest.
"You hungry? Want breakfast?" Sutton happily nodded her head. Food was her favorite thing. The girl could eat a full-sized adult plate if you allowed her to.
Bey put Sutton down in the kitchen and immediately began pulling things out to cook. She pulled out all of the ingredients to make pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Sutton would only eat pancakes and bacon. She couldn't stand the taste and texture of scrambled eggs. As Bey got into the zone of cooking, she had noticed Sutton slip out of the kitchen and could immediately hear the sound of her Mickey Mouse game on the iPad.
Ten minutes into her cooking, Bey heard the door opening and the sound of two men talking while entering. She didn't get alarmed, as she knew that the voices belonged to Antoine and Shawn. She rolled her eyes at the thought of facing Shawn right now. After their small disagreement yesterday afternoon, Shawn had opted for the silent treatment for the rest of the time. She was pretty sure him slipping into bed around midnight was to make sure that she was actually sleeping.
"Bey," Antoine greeted as the two men entered with Sutton trailing right behind them.
Bey smiled warmly. "Antoine. How are you? You're here awfully early? No girl to cook breakfast for you?"
Antoine smirked. "You know you're the only woman I like cooking my food." He winked at her, causing Shawn to shake his head. He walked over to Bey and attempted to plant a kiss on her cheek, but was slighted immediately.
Antoine couldn't suppress his laughter. "What did you do this time, Shawn?"
Bey decided to speak up. "Oh, so he wasn't with you early this morning?"
Antoine eyed his best friend. It wasn't like Antoine to take up for Shawn and his shenanigans. Antoine was that best friend that opted to not be a part of the lying game with wives. "No. Your husband came over my house fifteen minutes ago."
"So, Shawn," Beyoncé spoke up. She began scrambling the eggs and adding the salt and pepper. "Where were you this morning? You were certainly in bed when I went to sleep."
Shawn leaned against the kitchen door and looked at her. Guilt was written all over his face as he could see the glimmer of sadness on her face. It was rare for Bey to show any sadness in her life. Even with him, she never wanted him to see that side of her if she could help her. He could only recall about two times when she'd allowed him to see her cry.
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