|| Complications || Beyoncé & Summerella

Chapter 39

Alright Cheetos, prepare for a loooong and sexy chapter 😆😉😆

September 27, 2017
Miami, Florida
12:07 PM
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles:

Even 5 minutes after this revelation, a blank stare was still given into Summer's eyes. Revenge? For what? The fuck did I do to them? I mean, I know what I did to Chris, but fuck I do to Summer?

"So you say..." I trailed off, still unsure of what the shit was going on.

"Yep." She smiled. "I'm sure you don't really realize what you did, so you're probably waiting for an explanation, correct?" She asked, tilting her head forward slightly.

"Actually yeah, please enlighten me on what the fuck I've ever done to you besides care for you and be the bestest best friend you could ever have." I gritted toward the end, starting to get heated at the fact that I'm getting accused for some unknown shit that I didn't do to her.

"You lead me on.. Took me on a bomb ass journey.. Just to break my heart." She said, looking down then back up with me kind of teary eyed. I instantly da fucked face, mainly because of the fact that she started having waterworks so fast. Like, why the hell you crying? Weren't you just being demonically trifling a moment ago?

"Bitch how." I slipped out. I meant to just say how but.. Bitch. How?

She blinked a few times before starting again. "Rude. But anyway. Back before me and Chris moved away... The time when we were closer than ever. You don't even remember how we got so close do you?"

I shrugged. "Ion know but I'm sure ya gone tell me."

"See you... were emotional at one point in time, and me being a good best friend I tried to help you through it. Then one night you just got drunk as fuck and started doing some weird shit."

"Like?" I asked, rotating my hand in a 'go on' motion.

"You got a lil' too touchy feely and-"

"Hold on, this before or after the engagement celebration?"

"Obviously before dumbass.. We parted ways after the celebration, remember?"

"Well sorry for trynna find the logic in your bullshit baby girl." I stated in a monotonous way. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her boobs, shifting her arms upward, and causing her breasts to move with them. I couldn't help but to notice how delicious they looked at that moment.

"Beyoncé are you listening?"

I blinked zoning back into reality and looked at her face. "Huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Know what, fuck this. At this point, you don't even deserve a reason as to why we want revenge, just know your ass is grass Giselle." She said, flipping her hair before walking toward the door. I squinted my eyes and followed her, grabbing her upper arm as I pulled her back toward me.

"No... at this point, you should just tell me that all this shit is a fucking joke and you're just being a fucked up person right now, because you need some tongue." She stared at me for a second then sighed snapping her fingers like Swiper from Dora.

"Awe man, ya caught me." I popped an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I was just doing all of this because I'm sexually frustrated and I wanted to get a reaction out of you baby." She said smiling. This bitch. She had the nerve... no no, the audacity to smile after she just told me that bullshit? Had my fucking pussy scared shit, like I wasn't even scared but she was wildin' down there! And not in a good way. Oooh if my momma didn't raise me the way she did, I woulda tore Summer's stupid ass up just then, but instead, I decided to be a civilized woman and take my highly infuriated ass upstairs.