Sleeping With the Preachers Daughter

Church Girl

Before you begin, I would like to say the one constant theme throughout this story is Christianity. There is no problem stating your opinion on things that take place, but please do not use this platform to slander the religion as it is still the religion of many on here. You do not have to agree with it, but I ask that you respect it so all may feel comfortable and receive the intended experience when reading this book. Thank you, enjoy!
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September 4th, 2016.
Sunday Morning.

"Solo come on, we gotta finish getting ready for church." Beyoncé urged her younger sister who sat staring at the television.

That's one of the things Beyoncé is best at, being punctual. At least at any given time she needed to be. Especially when it came to church.

Her family ate, breathed and slept church in the part of Houston they resided in, so the least Beyoncé could do was be on time. Not like she ever had a problem with being the church girl though. She much enjoyed the positive reputation that came along with it.

Solange was always more of the rebel out of the two. Beyoncé was the good girl in, and outside of church. Perfect grades, pretty smile, bright future.

And people knew that.

Anyone who knew her, which was everyone, expected her to go far. Her dad being amongst those people, the preacher of the church.

Mathew Knowles is a very proud father of both his girls, but especially of Beyoncé. She's a big daddy's girl, always so eager to please, and make him happy. That's what she's done her whole life, so it's easy to say Mathew never had a problem showing her off to everybody.

Houston is a big place, a metropolitan to be technical. But in the particularly minute area they resided in, almost anybody who was everybody attended the same church. So when it came to bragging on his baby girl it didn't take much for word to get around about the glorious big sister, daughter, and student she was.

"If we're late today daddy knows it's your fault." Beyoncé called from halfway down the stairs finishing her short trip.

When both her feet touched the ground she smoothed her hands down her dress making sure no creases magically tainted the fabric.

"Good morning mama." She greeted walking into the kitchen before giving her a kiss on her cheek.

"Good morning baby, you look especially beautiful today." Her mother smiled in approval.

"Of course it wouldn't be because it's your birthday." She spoke sarcastically before giving her a big hug.

"Happy birthday baby girl."

"Thank you mama." Her lips parted with a toothy grin all giddy.

Beyoncé was no stranger to getting all dressed up in Sundays best for church, but she had to do herself up a little more than the usual today because of the fact it was her birthday. She wanted people to stop and take notice, attention has always been something she's adored. But of course only the good kind. Any other kind was just wrong.

At least that's how it worked in her fathers eyes, and she mirrored her father stronger than anyone else in that household. So if he believed it, so did she.

There were only two things she ever disagreed with her father on in her seventeen years of existence. Celibacy was the way to life, and that gay people were the devil.

Of course she didn't plan to go around and sleep with just anyone who desired her slightly prematured curves, but she knew one day she was going to find the right person for her and have sex with them. Because that's what people who fall in love do, and she badly hoped she'd get to love someone some day. But of course she never shared this thought of sex with her father, what sane child did?