Thick & Thin

Chapter Seventeen; The Game

Weeks Later

"What you need to do is leave his scheming ass alone!" Beyoncé said sternly into her cell phone while Kelly sighed pitifully on the other line. Roy had been gone for three weeks so far and of course Greg had popped back into the picture making things difficult for her. He had even stopped by her house unannounced. This particular phone call being the end result to that. Kelly was typically confused now.

"B!" Kelly whined, letting her friend know she didn't like that idea at all. She was really feeling Greg again and was hoping that Beyoncé would give her the 'okay'; letting her know that what she was doing wasn't actually that bad.

"What? I'm serious." Beyoncé frowned as she looked around the lobby of the new posh club/ restaurant she was at. She was actually suppose to be spending some alone time with Shawn, but decided to take this call after Kelly refused to stop blowing her phone up.

"But you know what! You're a grown ass woman Kelly. You can't leave decisions like this up to other people. If you want to risk your marriage again..go right ahead." She retorted, knowing damn well Kelly wouldn't dare do anything else with Greg after that statement.

Kelly sighed heavily and sulked in her own guilt. "Alright, thanx for the help anyway! I'll talk to you later."

"Bye girl!" Beyoncé shook her head and flipped her phone shut before walking back towards the bar where Shawn was standing with a few of his friends.

"Who was that?" he asked wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Nobody, just Kelly." She smiled just as one of her favorite songs came on. "Come dance with me."

"Dance with you?" Shawn chuckled and shook his head. He was never the dancing type. Anything more than a two step, he left that shit alone.

"Come on baby!" she whined; hugging his torso. When he didn't respond she smacked her lips and stepped back.

"Forget you then, I'll just find somebody else."

"Oh forreal?" he laughed taking her as a joke.

"Yes, forreal nigga! Whatchu think, for fake?" She crossed her arms and scanned the club for a random guy to prey on.

"Oh, well go ahead. Make sure you tell him to keep his hands to hisself."

"What if I don't want him to?" she smirked; raising her eyebrows.

"Then we're gonna have some problems." he shrugged nonchalantly; still sipping on his beer and staring at her.

"humph. Yea right!" she mumbled and began walking off alone. All he had to do was dance with her, but no- he wanted to be difficult and start some shit now. She didn't really plan on finding someone else to keep her company, she was just trying to scare him. It wouldn't be long before Shawn came running after her, like she wanted him too.

"B!" Shawn called out. She heard him clearly over the music but didn't answer him. "Beyoncé!!" She turned around and grinned mischievously before getting lost in the crowd. Shawn sighed and shook his head; not up to playing any games with her tonight.

"Where ya girl go?" Malik, one of Shawn's friends asked him; witnessing the whole conversation. He had to admit, it was pretty funny to him.

"Nowhere man, she's just fuckin with me." He shook his head and continued chatting with his boys; knowing that she'd be right back.

In the middle of the dance floor, Beyoncé proceeded to make her way through the crowd with her destination in mind. She finally made it to the other bar across the room and took a seat; ordering herself a Long Island iced tea. Before she could even pay for the drink; someone came up behind her and handed the bartender the money.