Complicated : (2014)✔️

Chpt. 30

Shawn's P.o.v.

EVer since Katie signed the divorce papers, me and Beyonce been closer than before. I'm starting to learn more about her everyday. I know about her past break ups, her jobs, I even found out that her favorite fruits are grapes and strawberries. She also learned things from me as well. When I saw her last night and I asked her to make up.. We didn't have sex. All she did was gave me oral sex again. She's getting better at that shit. I'm just saying. I'm become more attracted and attached to her. Not only sexually but emotionally. When I said I loved her I wasn't really sure. But now I know i'm certain. I think this divorce thing with Katie was the right thing to do. Beyonce layed her head on my lap. I played with her hair.. "What you gonna do about your house?" She asked me. "Oh, kate will keep that." I responded. "So, whose going to pay the bills?" "Me." she sat up and placed her legs across my lap. "Why would you pay it?" He shrugged "She has no job." "So let her suffer.." she said. I chuckled. "No babe you know thats not nice." She grinned and I gripped her leg. She bent her head back. "It was just a suggestion.." She passed her hands through her hair. "A suggestion that you should do." she continued. I laughed. "Girl, you can be devious sometimes." She tilted her head up. "You like it though.." "Well, of course I do." She chuckled. "Oh Shawn...." she said. She played with her belly button. I turned on the television. "Shawn.." she called. I looked at her. "Huh?" "Isn't there a rule at your job?" "About?" "Co workers dating.." "Yes but no one will notice.." She raised her left eye brow. "Okay Love.." she said as she got up. "You hungry?" she asked. I nodded. "Starving.." She smiled. "What you want?" I shrugged. "Whose cooking?" She raised both eyebrows. "Well certainly not me." she said sarcastically. I chuckled. "Babe you know im playin." I said quickly. She grinned and walked into the kitchen. My phone rang. I picked it up it said "Unknown" I hesitated to answer it but I answered it anyways. "Hey." I said. "Yo, Shawn?" "Yeah..Thats me." "Well, look. why they got my face on the streets?" "What you talkin bout? Fuck is this!?" "Nigga this Trey!" "Fuck you mean.. Wait.. Stop playing who prank callin me." "Nigga, this aint no joke. I aint bullshittin. The fuck? Don't you recognize my voice?" "Wait.. so if you're alive.. Whose dead?" "Man.. My brother Malcom." "Oh." I said with a sigh. "Look. Can I come over or somethin?" "Hell nah. They think you dead." "I dont know why. Like all I did was leave Puerto Rico and I see my name on walls." "Well then damn.. Nah. Im comin." "For real?" "Shawn...." Beyonce said. "Uh, yeah.. hold on..Yeah?" She walked up to me and sat on my lap. "Whose that?" I shrugged. she gave me a "stop fucking with me" face. "Trey." I mouthed. Her facial expression never changed. "Shawn stop playin." "Babe Im serious." She took the phone from me.. "Hello?" "Hell... Hello Shawn..?" Her eyes popped open and she gave me back the phone. She stood up and faced me. All she had on was a sports bra and shorts. I could see her V shape which turned me on but I knew she wouldn't want to do none of those things especially what just happened. "Shawn?" I heard him say. I shook my head coming back to reality and took my phone. "Hey." "Yo, was that Beyonce?" "Yeah.." "Damn bruh.. you fucking her now?" "More than that." "What you talkin bout? You got feelings for her?" "Hell yeah.. man just come over here and explain youself. Beyonce sure wants to know whats up." "Aight. Where you at?" He asked. "Beyonce's house." "Aight." he hung up. Beyonce crossed her arms. "Stop fucking with me Shawn." "Im not baby." I said. She raised up her eye brow and put her right hand on her hip. "Shawn. I aint retarded." "Bey im serious." "Okay..." she said. She walked back to the kitchen. The door already had a knock on it. I opened it. "Trey.." i said.. He smiled. "Havent seen my boss in a damn while man." He said. "Aint that the truth." I closed the door behind him. "So where your side thing?" "She aint no side thing.. Thats my girlfriend and she in the kitchen." His eyes popped open. "Girlfriend!?" "You missed a lot." We walked to the kitchen. "Beyonce.." he said. She turned around. "Damn girl.." he said. Beyonce looked at me. "Uhh, Shawn. Who the fuck is this little nigga?" "Bae thats Trey." She walked towards him. "That mother fucker aint Trey." "Lil ma, its me.." He took her hand. "Come on. touch me" he said. Beyonce touched his chest. "Your heart.." she whispered. Trey just stared at her as Beyonce just looked at his chest.