Onika's POV
L.A. California
September 18
6:56am
I woke up to the sound of a door being opened then closed. My eyes shot open and I leaned over to look at the time. I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes as I made my way to my bathroom and heard the shower water going. I opened the door and caught a mental attitude that I knew would soon be visible after recalling the events that took place the other night.
"Good morning babe." Beyonce said as she slid the glass door back. I continued doing me and she smacked her lips playfully.
"Ok den, have a nasty attitude." She said in her ghetto voice. I rolled my eyes when she began to laugh then started singing. I brushed my teeth as she did so and heard the water stop. She slid the door back, grabbing her towel and wrapped it around her.
"What you mad about?" She asked coming up behind me. Did she really not remember anything? Oh well.
"I leave for work in an hour, you need to be dicked down or???" She asked I turned around and pushed her out of my way only for her to grab me by my arm.
"Let me go." I gritted. She looked at me and laughed and I mushed her head with my free hand.
"Aye, chill. I ain't gone let you hit me too many times." She says seriously. I shrugged my shoulders trying to pull away.
"Then leave me alone and let me go." I said still trying my hardest to escape her death grip.
"What the fuck is the problem Onika? Talk to me." She said. I furrowed my eyebrows at her.
"Oh but you couldn't talk to me last night instead off running out gettin' drunk but you want me to talk to you?" I said. My attitude was on 100.
"That's different. Why does it matter?" She asked finally letting me go.
"If you serious with that question we no longer need to continue this conversation." I said walking away as she followed me like a lost puppy.
"You turning something small into something big! So what I went out for a drink-
"Fuck your mean so what?!! You have a fuckin' hickey on your neck and you walked in here barely being able to keep yourself up and you talking like I shouldn't be concerned?!" I yelled. Beyonce sighed rubbing over her hickey.
"Who put it there?" I asked. She looked passed me without speaking. I walked closer to her pulling her chin down to look at me.
"My eyes are right here and I asked you a damn question. Who. Put. It. There?" I asked. She stared at me then shrugged.
"Ion remember." She said. I nodded and walked away.
"Until you do you sleeping on the couch-
"You thought. Ian sleeping on no damn couch." Beyonce said.
"Why not, you was coo with it last night." I said. She rolled her eyes pushing me out the way.
"I'm tired of you man. You stay bitching." She said.
"You tired of me? Take yo ass to work earlier then. Bye! Fuck you tired of me when you the one going out collecting hickies like a hoe." I said, the last sentence being more to myself but loud enough for her to hear.
"Talk to me like you got some sense bit- Onika." Beyonce said. I could have sworn the word bitch almost slipped out her moth.
"Why should I when you ain't have nun last night?" I asked sarcastically.
"It was one time! You act like I do this shit on the regular." Beyonce said.
"I can care less about you getting drunk at home. It's the fact that you went out publicly and got drunk to where you were unaware of your surroundings and to top it off you came home with a hickey that I did not put there. You brushed ya teeth yet?" I asked. She shook her head no.
"Ain't get around to it, I woke up and went straight for a cold shower and-
I cut her off by kissing her and slid my tongue in her mouth. She kissed me back but I quickly pulled away.
"Fuck was that about?" She asked.
"To see if you ate a bitch pussy. You clear for now. You probably fucked her." I said. Beyonce upped an eyebrow.
"Would you like to taste to see?" She asked. I rolled my eyes walking out.
"Go to work. And you better be home on time otherwise I will personally come collect you myself." I said. Beyonce scuffed.
"Fuck outta here with that. I'll come home whenever I'm done." She said grabbing her pants suit from the closet. I nodded letting her think that.
"Ok. All I know is that shit that happened last night better not come up again." I said. Beyonce waved me off.
"Are you saying fuck what I'm saying?" I asked.
"Nah, I just don't get why you trippin'." She said. I nodded.
"Okay. How would you like if Onika came home drunk with hickies all over her?" I asked. Beyonce looked at me confused then answered.
"It wouldn't happen." She said.
"Oh it wouldn't?" I asked.
"Yea, cause you know better." She said. I nodded once again.
"Oh, I know better?" I asked.
"That's what I said. You done talking?" She asked.
"Been done." I said.
"Oh, I couldn't tell cause your mouth was still moving and words were still being said." She said.
"Oh, I didn't notice." I said walking out of the room. She needs to go before something happens cause she pissing me off.
"Mhm." She said. I went into the kitchen to make me some breakfast she minutes later bey came down with her jacket in hand.
"Bye." She said walking for the door. No kiss no nothing.
"Bitch bring yo ass back here and give me my fuckin kiss. I don't care how mad you are or how mad I am you still do what's been done every other time, shit don't change." I said. She looked at me and I looked at her.
"Did I stutter?" I asked. She scuff but still did what I said. I pecked her lips angrily and she did the same.
"Fuck out my face." I said mushing her head as I went for the fridge. She shoved me and left.
"Bitch." I said to myself shaking my head.
Beyonce's POV
"Bitch." I said to myself.
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Cause I owe y'all an update from Monday.
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