On the Run A Beyonce and Jay z FanFic

Chapter 8

Jay's POV

The car ride to Natasha's house was filled with tension. We kept stealing quick glances at each other. I wanted her more and more by each passing minute, and I know she wanted me.

We finally get to her apartment building. It was a nice building. A lot of upscale celebrities live here. 

We get to her room...apartment 32B.

Natasha: This is it. This is my apartment.

I glance at the door. The devil was taunting me right now. Its like if I enter apartment 32B, all of my fantasies would be met, but then again entering this door  could cause me to lose my marriage, my child, and possibly even my job.

Natasha: *unlocks door* You comin in?

You comin in...These words played in my head for a little bit. The door to hell and the person waiting to take me down was standing right in front of me, asking if I wanted to go. I knew what all of this could do to my life, but I couldn't resist Natasha. The devil won...this time.

I took a step towards Natasha. She wraps her hands around my waist and pulls me in for a long kiss. The kiss got pretty heated. It got so heated, that I got lost for a second. I almost forgot where we were, who I was, and what I was doing.

Jay: *breaks kiss* Maybe we should go inside

Natasha grabs my tie and leads the way into her apartment.

Natasha: *licks lips* Whatever you say Mr. Jay Z.*smirks*

I close the door behind us with my foot.

That was the beginning of the rest of our night.

NEXT MORNING

Beyonce's POV

Jay didn't come home last night. I was trying to not worry about it, but deep down inside...I was. He still was my husband after all. I'll just give him a call to see if he'll answer. If he answers, then I can ask him where he is. If he doesn't answer, then so be it.

I grab my phone of the cofee table at the side of the bed. I search through my contacts until I find Jay's name. I have him labeled as PopPop. I click on his name and then my phone dials it for me.

Ring ring....ring ring....ring ring...ring ring

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system.

I hang up. He didn't answer...oh well. He's probably still mad at me. I just hope that he's okay.

Jay's POV

I woke up to my phone beeping. I got a new voicemail. It's probably from Beyonce, and I don't feel like talking to her right now, so I'm just going to ignore it for now.

I look to my right...Natasha.

God she looked beautiful while sleeping, and she especially looked beautiful sleeping naked. 

A smirk ran across my face. I look over at the clock she had in her room. It said 8:30. By this time, I'm usually already up and making breakfast for Bey and I, but I don't feeling like doing that for Natasha and I.

I lean in close and kiss her neck. I wanted to wake her up and see if she would like to go get breakfast with me.

Natasha: Um....

She's just now waking up.

Natasha: What...is...it?

She's so disoriented. She can barely form a complete sentence.