Is this love?

Chapter 15~

"No. One more. Come on.." I pled.

"Beyonce you're drunk." 

I giggled. Why I found that so funny, I don't know. "No I am Beyonce. Please, one more." 

He sighed and poured both of us another shot of vodka. 

"So what happened to you and Halie?" I asked now becoming curious about the whole situation. 

He scoffed and sat up straight. "After you left I felt all kinds of emotions. Anger, guilt, I was sad. I took it out on her." He said. 

I sat up on my knees. "Why on her? I mean granted I didn't like her but you did. Or I thought you did." 

"She was a nice girl. She had a nice body, a pretty face, she was alright I guess. But she wasn't you. I wanted you." He said. 

I blushed and looked at my shot glass. 

"How many guys have you had sex with?" He asked. '

My eyes widened. "What kind of question is that?" 

"Answer it. How many?" 

"I don't know Shawn. Lots. I mean I was a prostitute for God's sake." I said raising my voice a little bit.

"So you really don't have a number?" He asked. 

"Do you? Do you have a number of women you've slept with since you took my virginity?" 

"Eleven." He said. 

"What?" 

"I have slept with eleven women in the past six years." He said. 

 "Oh." Is all I could say. 

He poured his self another shot empting the bottle of vodka. 

An awkward silence filled the room. I honestly don't know how many men I've slept with. I quit keeping count years ago.

"Soo.." He said. 

I dropped my head and stared at my empty shot glass. 

"Look it doesn't even matter. It's in the past. We just need to move on." 

"Do you forgive me?" I asked.

He looked at me confused. 

"Do you forgive me for leaving? I forgave you for what you said. So do you?"

"I was never mad at you Beyonce. I didn't blame you, I don't blame you. I blame myself for letting you go." He said. 

"I missed you." I said. 

He drank his shot and then sat the glass on the table. 

"You sleeping with me?" He asked clearly ignoring what I just said. 

"I don't know." I said. 

He stood up and reached out his hand to help me up. After I was on my feet we just stared into each others eyes. My heart started doing that thing it always does when Shawn stares at me. I want to kiss him. Be with him. Hell, I'd sleep with him, but I feel like I just want to do all those things because I am so lonely. That's how prostitution helped. The sex filled the void of being alone. Loosing my dad, my mom, and Shawn. It helped.

"Please sleep with me." Shawn wispered in my ear as he pulled me closer by my waist. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Shawn you are still my best friend." I blurted out. 

What I'm saying right now probably isn't making much sense. That's because I'm drunk and really tired. 

"I missed you too." He said. 

I smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. 

"Let's go to bed Shawn." I said.

Shawn's eyes lit up. I know he thinks we're going to have sex but we aren't. I can't let myself go there. Not with him. Not yet. I'm not ready. We're not ready. 

I walked into Shawn's room and laid down on the bed. 

I watched as Shawn pulled off his shirt and pulled off his pants. 

Holy shit. He is so damn sexy. Beyonce stop! You're drunk.

Shawn laid down beside me and kissed my forehead. 

"Goodnight Bey." 

"Goodnight." I said laying my head on his chest. 

**

(Shawn's P.O.V)

I woke up with a killer headache. Beyonce is still asleep. I laid her head down on my pillow and got dressed then quietly walked out of my room. 

"Aye Shawn I need to talk to you man!" Greg yelled walking in my front door. 

"Shut the fuck up man. People tryna sleep and you come up in here screaming and shit." I said looking for my phone. I left it on the counter last night when I got the bottle of vodka.

"But yo man, One of your girls got shot." 

"One of my girls?" I asked turning around to look at him.

"Yeah that one we picked up the other day actually." 

"The one you got in Pennsylvania?" I asked now becoming more concerned. 

"Yeah man. She's in some deep shit." 

I rubbed my head and leaned back against my cabinets. Damn. How am I going to tell Beyonce this? It will kill her.

"Kelly?" I immediately recognized her soft, sweet voice. 

I turned around to see Beyonce standing at the end of my hallway with tears in her eyes. Damn.

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