✔️Be With You || Beyoncé • Jay Z

💋 Chapter Thirty Three

I was now laying in my bed after drinking too much wine. As I laid my head down, it feels like a heavy weight was placed on top of my head and my surroundings were swirling around. I haven't been this drunk in my entire life, I swear it's fun. I still wanted to taste the wine and I don't care if anything happens to me be cause there's nobody who cares about me.

Laughing, I stood up slowly making sure I wouldn't fall which is absolutely hard. I was swirling around the room and bumping to the walls but I didn't care. I finally reached the stairs, I just hope I don't fall. I carefully went down the stairs even though my head was everywhere. Walking towards the kitchen with a smile, I reached for the wine bottle that was waiting for me, then I reach for the wine glass afterwards. Reaching for it, I tip toed so that I can reach it but it was too high so I jumped but I didn't caught it, it fell on the floor and caused the wine glass to break.

"Fuck.." I mumbled and bent down on my knees to fix it.

"Bey?" I heard that caused me to jump and cut myself with the broken glass piece on my hand.

"Ah shit!" I dropped the piece of glass and held my hand. I looked down on it and saw the blood coming out of my hand. The figure came closer to me and held me. For the first time, I felt safe. I felt comfortable. I felt loved. His hands surrounds my waist and pulled me closer to him. His scent. Tom Ford. As always.

"What have you been doing all night?" I heard Jay groaned, pulling away from me to grab some towel or some first aid kit. I felt lonely again.

I laughed, ignoring my wound. "Where have you been all those nights?" I rolled my eyes and about to leave the kitchen when he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. My front facing his front. Face to face. My hands on his chest, his hands around my waist.

"Be careful. You were about to step on those broken pieces." He said looking down at the floor. I just looked at him. He sighed and he carried me,bridal style, to the living room and placing me on the couch.

I took the opportunity to look at him. He looks so good and fine. His hair was freshly cut and he was wearing his chain as always. He wore his signature look, shirt, pants then some timbs. His signature perfume was also there, Tom Ford, that became also my favorite because of him. Jay gently placed me down on the couch and went back to the kitchen to get the first aid kit. I looked at the cut and it wasn't that deep and it wasn't that shallow.

Jay came back and bent down on his knees and cleaned my wound. "You've been drinking?" He started.

I rolled my eyes. "It doesn't matter." I mumbled.

He grabbed the alcohol then the cotton balls, pouring the alcohol on it. I gulped because I know how much it will hurt. "Relax. Just stay still." He reassured.

"Relax? Chill? You know damn well I can-- FUUCCCKKKK!" I exclaimed and moved my hand away but his hands were stronger than mine so I was left there with so much pain.

"I told you to relax." He said and I just closed my eyes and bit my lip hoping that it would help to ease the pain. After he puts some alcohol on it, he cleaned it with a clean towel then readied the bandage.

I watched him do his thing. "Where were you?" I asked in a low tone.

He stopped and looked at me. "You're drunk. You'll probably forget this tomorrow." He said then continued.