Masochist: a person who enjoys an activity that appears to be painful or tedious.
Beyonce Giselle Knowles is a Psychiatrist whose life had finally calmed down when Shawn Carter came waltzing into her life. He was a storm, ready to uproot her and cha...
Beyonce sat on her plush king sized bed listening to Taraji complain about Tyrese once again. No matter how hard she tried to listen to her friend her mind couldn't stop thinking about Shawn. Never had she met someone who seemed so perfect for her. It's like they both needed each other in such a sick but beautiful way.
"Beyonce, are you even listening to me?" Taraji asked in an annoyed tone. Lately she felt as if no one really listened to her.
"Yes T, I'm listening. Just let Tyrese be Tyrese. You keep trying to change the thing that makes you so happy," Beyonce said, giving her advice based off of what little of the conversation she actually paid attention to.
"You're right Bey," Taraji said smiling and grabbing her phone to text Tyrese.
"Now how is your love life?" Taraji asked her.
"The same as before," she lied.
"I'm going to get you out of this house," she said and Beyonce rolled her eyes.
"T, I prefer being alone,"
"No missy, we're going to Club 40 tonight, and you are going to enjoy yourself. Now I'm going to see Tyrese for a bit and when I come back I want you ready to go," she said.
Beyonce mentally rolled her eyes and watched Taraji walk out of the room. She hated clubs, and the whole partying atmosphere. She hadn't been to a party since her freshman year of college. Even then she was a wallflower. Reluctantly she stepped in the shower and prepared to go to this dumb club.
About 2 and a half hours later Beyonce finally found herself searching for clothes. Remembering what Shawn said she decided to show a little skin. She just hoped that he wouldn't see her. She was never able to find out if he was very possessive but given his personality, she was more than sure that he was.
Finally Beyonce's eyes landed on the perfect outfit. She put it on and stared in the mirror. For once she took a picture of herself and even posted it on Instagram. A social media site she hadn't used in over a year. Surprisingly she got a bunch of likes instantly, but she didn't even care. She was just surprised she looked this good.
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About 15 minutes later Taraji came in her, clad in a tight fitted, black dress with matching pumps that had gold accents. Taraji walked over to Bey and a large grin came upon her face.
"My bestie looks good asf tonighttt," she said in a high pitched whiny voice that caused Beyonce to giggle.
"Come on T, I'm ready to go now,"
"Okay Bey,"
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