Stolen

Unnamed

Onika

"Why do you do this every time I get ready to leave?" Beyoncé asked me.

"It's a habit, sorry." I mumbled and stopped hitting the dresser with the heel of my feet. She shook her head and zipped up her duffle bag.

She placed it on the floor and turned to face me.

"How did your short ass even get up there?" she asked.

"I climbed up on your little bench." I shrugged.

She grabbed me by my waist and placed me on the floor. I didn't know her ass was that strong, well I guess you gotta be in her line of work.

Solange walked in and sat on Beyoncé's bed, rubbing her stomach.

"He must be kicking?" I asked her.

"Yessssss and he right on my bladder." she whined.

"You better not piss on my bed, I'll fuck you up."

"Bey ain't nobody gon' piss in yo bed." she rolled her eyes and looked at me.

"Are you gonna cook NiNi?"

"The fuck is a NiNi?" Beyoncé asked scrunching up her face. Why she gotta be so damn mean?

"Yeah. What do you wanna eat?"

"Chicken smothered in gravy, rice, mashed potatoes, onion rings, and a hotdog, with extra gravy and relish on the side." she smiled sweetly.

"You lost me at onion rings and everything else that followed. I gotta go, I'll see y'all in the morning." she grabbed her bag and kissed Solange on the forehead.

"Be safe." she looked at me and smirked.

"Yes ma'am." she walked out the room and left the house.

"We gotta take care of that damn dog don't we?" I nodded and Solange rolled her eyes and followed me to the kitchen.

I took everything she wanted out and started cooking for her. We talked the whole time the food cooked and were fairly quiet while we ate.

"NiNi I have a question."

"Shoot."

"You have to be honest and no giving me the runaround."

"Okay." I put some more rice in my mouth.

"Do you like my sister?"

Do I like Beyoncé? Mean ass flip flop attitude having ass Beyoncé? Maybe like a friend but I don't think we could ever get together.

"As a kidnapper, yeah."

"Nooooo, romantically."

"No."

"Oooooweeee I know you lying. You're suffering from that damn Stockholm syndrome. It's okay though, I bet she likes you too." Solange smirked, damn she looks like her sister.

"Solange, I have a whole damn man. Beyoncé wouldn't even know what to do with me." I shrugged and ate some more of my food.

"Well I see right through what you're saying. Y'all would be a beautiful couple. Like honestly I think you're what she's missing in her life. She needs someone who's gonna keep her level headed and in check but that'll try to understand her and love her unconditionally no matter what. She never got that from our parents and I think that's why she is the way she is. My sister used to be my bestfriend when we were growing up, I looked up to Beyoncé and one day some shit when down, I don't remember what it was because I was so young, but I know she left and never came back."