The Last Great Seduction

Chapter Forty

Shawn's POV

I was a little upset when Bey left. Granted, I couldn't control her, but I really didn't want her to go and see her ex. After all that mess that he put her through, what could they possibly have to discuss? I sighed and simply began cleaning up the house. Since Rihanna was woke, I needed to get out of her soon. This wasn't my house anymore, as far as I was concerned. I was willing to buy another spot here in New York for when I visited, but I couldn't stay here.

As I was cleaning up the kitchen, I could hear the door opening. I also heard Rihanna's voice, causing me to simply stop in my tracks.

"Jay I know you're here," she said after a few seconds of silence.

I sighed and came out of the kitchen. We met one another in the walkway between the kitchen and living room. "How are you?" I asked, attempting to be polite.

"Who cooked?" She asked while scrunching her face up. "Who been here?"

"I cooked chicken," I simply stated.

Rihanna laughed a bit. "That's funny. As long as we've been together, the only thing you've called yourself cooking is a sandwich. She must be special," she commented.

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to have this conversation. "How are you, Rihanna?"

"I'm fine, Jay! Damn stop worrying. When y'all worry, it makes me worry. I'm fine. Just gotta keep taking these pain pills."

"Why didn't you want to see me?" I asked her as she began sitting her bag down on the coffee table.

Rihanna let out a deep sigh. "I was hoping you would just fly back to wherever you been and simply forgot about anything connected with me."

"Why would I do that, Rihanna?"

She smirked. "All these years, I've just wanted you to be happy, Jay. That's all. I wanted to make your life as easy as possible, because I knew our industry isn't the easiest thing in the world. But, I had a conversation with someone and asked them about a perfect world. In a perfect world, our child wouldn't exist."

I simply stared at Rihanna for a while. I knew exactly who that "someone" was. Only Beyoncé would be that blunt about something like that. I couldn't control Bey's mouth. I couldn't control how she felt, either. Rihanna should've known that's how Bey would've felt in the first place.

"Ok?" I asked, hoping that there is more.

"I needed time to sulk about the lost of my child. But now? Now, you and Bey can be happy. The only problem you'll have is one another. Happy?" Rihanna's sarcastic attitude was showing that she was somewhat pissed about things. She started up the stairs, but I had something else to talk about.

"Milena came by."

She stopped dead in her tracks. "What did she say? Where is she? Did you give her money?" Rihanna frantically bombarded me with questions.

"Why does it matter?"

"She's in trouble, Jay!"

"She's on drugs!"

"No she's not!" Rihanna said waving me off.

"How do you know that?"

Rihanna shook her head. "I've been helping her. She's been trying to get away from some guy. She comes over here when she gets that feeling that she wants to go back on drugs. She also comes to get money to save up for a spot. When she gets the spot, she'll go to some facility."

"That's stupid. Go to a facility first. Or how about she go to her damn sister first?!"

"Oh!" Rihanna yelled while laughing. "The same sister that whooped her ass, put her out, and wouldn't let her get her son? Yeah. Sounds inviting."