Bahama Breeze (Completed)

II

June 1, 2016

Beyoncé walked in the master bedroom and began preparing for her departure. Of course she was sad but it was something she could get over. She wasn't upset with Nicki or Meek, it was their home they could do whatever they wanted. Granted, they didn't kick her out, she just didn't feel comfortable enough to stay knowing that another man was there.

She briefly look at her things on the bed before picking them up and stuffing them in her luggage. She looked around the room and wondered why things couldn't be different but only she knew the answer to that. She was just too scared.

She sighed before pulling a pare of black joggers and a matching T shirt that hugged her upper body tremendously along with her undergarments. She then pulled out some black Nike slides and some black socks placing them on.

Knock! Knock!

She heard the noise but chose to ignore it. She didn't know this man and she'd rather not face him again.

Knock! Knock!

She sighed and rubbed her temple. She was still packing her things and didn't want to talk about the incident. She was sorry for crying out loud, and she was leaving as well so there was no need to associate.

Knock! Knock!

"What the hell!" She said gritting her teeth. She closed her bag and march to the door swinging it open. As she waited for him to speak she noticed that he was just staring at her, so she decided to speak for him.

"What do you need?" Beyoncé asked him. He was so mesmerized by her beauty. When she held the gun up to him he didn't pay attention to her features. Being so close now he couldn't help but see her. Her curly hair placed atop her head in a ponytail. Her face bare from makeup making her look as if she was in her late teenage years. She was stunning maybe she wouldn't be a bother after all.

"I-I uhh-"

"Could you spit it out I have things to do." She said behind the half way opened door. He looked pass her and saw her suitcases and sighed.

"Can we talk please?" He asked as calming as possible. He didn't want to scare her so he decided an approach that wasn't alarming.

"I'll meet you down stairs, in two minutes."

He nodded his head and she watched him descend down the steps before briefly shutting the door. She was not a fool but she had to be ready. She quickly went to her bag pulling out her iPhone looking taser. She had to be prepared just in case this man was in fact crazy. She knew he wouldn't freak out because it really did look like an IPhone.

She soon said a silent prayer that she would be okay and walked out of the room with her taser in hand. Once she was down stairs she made her way to the living room.

Seeing him sitting at the far end of the sectional, made her completely happy. She sat down at the opposite end and waited. For awhile he was silent so she spoke first.

"Uh Hi." She said lowly. She had things to do and it didn't include waiting for him to get his mojo. He called this meeting so she felt as if he need to speak. He just stared at her as she look at the ground. It was obvious to him she didn't think highly of her self.

She waited but he said nothing. He just stared at her and she didn't like that at all. Things like that creeped her out because it always made her feel as if the other person could see something she couldn't.