Nicki
Beyoncé 💕
"Beyoncé baby, I'm going to work...where are you going?""To a coffee shop to meet with parole officer. You look...wow."
"Is that good?"
"Of course."
"You look good too," I smirked pulling her closer to me by her belt loop.
"Onika if you rip by fucking pants you're going to buy me new ones."
"Damn, always ruining the moment." I pushed her away from me. She picked me up and put me on the dresser.
"Stop putting your hands on me little girl."
"But I like touching you," I pouted.
"You little brat."
"But whose little brat am I?"
"Mine."
"Exactly." I took both of her hands into mine.
"Daddy guess what."
"What?"
"There's this really pretty Chanel bag and-"
"You want it?"
"Yes." I pressed my lips together and batted my eyelashes.
"No." I instantly frowned.
"No?"
"No," she repeated. I rolled my eyes and jumped down.
"Onika." She tried to grab me but I moved.
"Don't touch me."
"Really?"
"Move Beyoncé." I started to ignore what she was saying and went to work.
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I sat at my desk frustratingly trying to figure out a way to start this damn article. I honestly forgot about the article I was supposed to do with Beyoncé because of... well a lot of reasons. I balled up my piece of paper and threw my head back. My phone buzzed and I quickly grabbed it hoping that it would be Beyoncé. I groaned once I saw that it wasn't.McKenzie🙄: Guess who I see...
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