Hint on the chapter🖕🏽oops wrong finger👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼
Any predictions? I wonder who is a great forecaster.👀
Nicki's POV
L.A. California
September 16
11:34am
"Aye, aye look here, Ima need y'all to stop allat, daddy got mommy feeling right as hell. I'm in a good ass mood and y'all blowing my high." I said as Ashely and Zoe harassed one another.
"Good morning baby." Bey said coming downstairs as she kissed my lips. I looked at the kids to make sure they weren't paying attention and turned my attention back to bey.
"I swear you had me feelin good this morning but ya kids pissin me off daddy." I said groping bey through her shorts. She lowly groaned grabbing Ashely's attention.
"Momma what you doing to my daddy?" Ashely asked.
"What the fuck I pleaseeeee." I dragged out. She rolled her eyes and I was about to take a step but bey grabbed me pulling me to the near by guest room.
"Calm down. Deep breaths." Bey said. I nodded and then began to pout.
"I swear I need you." I mumbled into her chest. She rubbed my back and lifted my chin to kiss her lips.
"Mmm, don't start nun you can't finish." I smirked pressing my body against hers as I looked up at her.
"Don't play me. You know I always finish what I start." Bey mumbled grabbing my ass. I let out a breathy moan.
"Aaahhhh stop, give it back! Momma!" My eye twitched and bey kissed my forehead.
"I got it." She said. I sat on the bed.
"Beat her ass bey I'm begging you." I begged. She mouthed she'll be back and I nodded. Once I heard the door close I laid down on the bed. I could hear them talking but all of a sudden bey decided to get loud.
"I don't give a fuck, go to your room before I beat the light skin off of you little girl and I bet you yo momma won't care!" Bey yelled. I smiled. Finally.
"Carter take Zoe and put her down for a nap. Ashely if I have to tell you one more time to go to your room- you know what." I heard Beyonce leave and seconds later I heard Ashely screaming as the sound of a belt coming into contact with a 4 year olds ass came into effect.
Minutes later bey came back and her face was red and her breathing appeared to be labored. She was pissed.
"Did you beat her good?" I asked.
"That little girl gone get hurt fuckin with me. She tried to snatch the damn belt and raised her hand to hit me!" Beyonce yelled.
"C'mere baby." I said holding my arms out for her. She looked at me.
"I'm serious, and she gets that shit from you. You be acting defiant just like her." Beyonce said. I crossed my arms and mugged her.
"So? I'm grown. I don't have consequences." I said and waved her off.
"See. That's what the fuck I'm talking about. And yes the fuck you do have consequences." Bey said grabbing herself causing me to bite my lip.
"Daddy getting dicked down ain't a consequence. It's a blessin." I said watching her.
"Oh, I wasn't talking about that. I had to adjust myself cause my wife sitting over there looking fine as hell- but that's besides the point. You need to stop acting like that cause Ash ain't doing nothing but copying what she sees." Beyonce said. I huffed.
