Her Wife And Kids

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Beyonce's P.O.V

"Come on Nicki, you were just complaining about me eating your food...I'm trying to make up for it."

A sly smile spread across my lips in which she failed to notice.

"People are mad noisy Bey, I don't need nobody making false accusations about us secretly dating and it getting to my wife. We already have enough problems as it is."

She said whispering that last part.

"Onika, come on your doing too much. I didn't ask you out on a date, I'm literally just trying to buy you food. " I pouted hoping it would affect her decision.

She stared at the ground arms crossed while contemplating her answer.

"I'll buy you Curry Chicken and Roti. How could you say no to your favorite."

"Oh shit, you're getting me Curry Chicken and Roti?!" Nicki asked ecstatically.

I laughed at how quick she changed her mind.

"If that's what the Queen wants."

Nicki's P.O.V

I left Beyonce's office and went back to my classroom waiting for my students to start filling up the empty chairs.

I can't lie and say I'm not worried about what conspiracies people might make of this.

But I mean, it's not like we're actually going on a date. She offered to take me out as a way of apologizing.

...why am I making a big deal out of this.

After School

"Come in!" Beyonce said after my second time knocking on her office door.

When I walked in she was organizing her desk, even though it's never really messy and unorganized, unlike mine.

I've always loved how cleanse she was considering she had max the amount of work I got as a teacher.

"Oh hi Nicki, are you ready to go?" She asked. Her beautiful hazel protruding eyes stared directly at my Dark brown almond eyes.

My heart threatened to burst forth from my ribcage. Quickly I darted my eyes.

What is this woman doing to me?

"Ye-yeah I'm ready" I stuttered

She nodded then led me to her car. It was nothing too fancy but it also didn't fit in the cheap category.

"Hop in." Beyonce said with a smile as she went over to open the door for Nicki.

"Thank you." Nicki said as she hopped in the passenger seat.

"Shit." I said, more to myself.

"What? you good?" She questioned.

"What time do you plan on bringing me back home?"

"Is six okay?" Beyonce sighed.

"That'll do. Let me just check in on my wife to see if that's ok."

"What you can't make plans for yourself?"

"Girl hush. Just because I want to reassure my wife about my whereabouts doesn't mean I can't make plans for myself." Nicki rolled her eyes at the older woman before putting the ringing phone to her ear.

NICKI- Hey baby, are you at home right now?

Nicki spoke into the phone in a deeper raspy voice than her usual causing Beyonce to cringe.

NICKI- Oh okay, you're picking up the girls from school today right?

NICKI- No I can't...because I'm going somewhere with a friend I-

The other speaker cut her off

NICKI- No it's not going to take long

Nicki rolled her eyes.

NICKI- Sometime around six, no baby we're just going out to eat...

NICKI- Why does it even matter

Nicki said impatiently. Beyonce was slowly growing impatient too.

Evidently showing in how tightly she was holding onto the steering wheel.

Nicki sighed before speaking again.

NICKI- A girl...

Beyonce shook her head.

"Damn what is this? Twenty-one questions?!" Bey said with a chuckle, but it was obvious how irritated she was.

NICKI- Look Rihanna, I have to go. I'll be home around six.

Nicki hung up.

How embarrassing.

Nicki thought, she stared out the window purposely avoiding Beyonce's eyes.

The car ride was silent, throughout the whole trip