I couldn't believe that my life had changed so drastically. I went from a nobody to a nigga that's living large and got it all. I got niggas wanting to be me and I definitely could have my share of hoes....but all I want is her. Bee saw me when nobo...
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As I pulled up outside of the hotel that Matthew was staying at, I took a deep breath. I looked at my phone to see if I had any missed calls or text messages from Bee and I didn't. I dropped my phone in my front pocket and locked my car door. The clerk at the desk already knew who I was from previous visits so she allowed me to just go right up. I arrived at Matthew's door and took a deep breath before I knocked. It took a moment then I could hear Matthew talking as he answered.
"I knew you would come to your senses Beyonce and come back....." he said before he stopped in mid sentence realizing that I wasn't Bee.
"Wassup Matthew?" I said as I pushed my way into his hotel room.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked looking shocked with the door still open.
"I just thought I could come here and talk to you man to man. Is that a problem?" I asked as I took my jacket off and sat down letting him know that regardless of how he felt, we were going to have this conversation.
"Yea, actually it is a problem. This doesn't have anything to do with your thuggish ass, so I suggest you leave right now." He said pointing towards the door and raising his voice.
"See the funny thing is Matthew that it is my business because Beyonce is my business." I said looking at him with a smirk on my face.
"I'll be damned if I talk to you about what goes on with me and my daughter. That is none of your concern." Matthew said standing over me and getting all in my face.
"Calm down Matthew. I don't want unnecessary problems. But you're wrong; things are my concern when it involves Beyonce. Especially if she is crying over your ass." I said as I leaned back on the sofa and folded my arms letting him know that he was not intimidating me.
"Fuck you. I am her father." Matthew said getting closer to my face to the point where I could smell the stench of alcohol.
"I'm not going to disrespect you Matthew because it's obvious that you are intoxicated, so I am going to say what I have to say and then I am going to leave." I said leaning forward and getting closer to Matthew in the process. He backed up and went and sat down putting his heads in his hand.
"Man......I messed up big time." He said with his head still inside of his hand.
"Yea, you did. And I'm here to try to help you." I said trying to act like I really gave a rat's ass about his emotions because in all honesty I didn't.
"Don't try to act like you care about me." He said looking at me with anger burning in his eyes.
"I'm not going to lie and say that I care about you, because you and I both know that I don't. I respect you as Beyonce's father and that's it. The reason why I'm here is not because I care for your ass it's because I love Beyonce and I care about her." I said looking back at him.
