Part Two

8

💥Jay's Point of View

I hung up the phone and threw it on the table. Bey had me all the way fucked up and I really didn't realise that in the space of 10 years she became psycho. Of course she'd suffered a lot but we didn't have it easy too so there had a compromise.

"I'm not living like this Shawn,"Ora tightened the belt around her dressing gown.

"Well there's not much I can do considering the fact that she's the mother of my girls,"I kissed my teeth.

"I don't know why you have a fucking attitude with me when you're the one who married her crazy ass nearly sixteen years ago. At the end of the day I gotta think about me and my daughter. I mean, here I was thinking I was getting married to you and your dead wife turns up at my wedding!"she threw her hands in the air.

"What you want me to do? Bury her alive? Beyoncé's alive and no matter what we have to get to the bottom of it,"I rolled my eyes.

"Mom I wanna go to Dad's for a bit,"Chanel walked into the living room sitting down on the couch.

"Why?"Ora asked with an attitude.

"Because we don't know what Beyoncé is gonna do next and I know that as soon as they come back Bella's gonna torture me about her mom,"she sulked. Chanel was a good girl; she always got top grades and participated in loads of extracurricular activities. I'd known her since she was a little girl but her and Bella were always two minutes away from fighting. I heard they were like that in school too because Bella just didn't want another sister that wasn't from her mom. Chanel was an only child so she was always more than happy to have a bonus three sisters but the only true welcoming one out of my girls that liked her was B.B.

"Is that why you want to go to your father's? Because of a woman with anger issues?"Ora scoffed.

"Chanel, Bella isn't going to torture you but Ora, if that's what she wants then let her go. We all know these next few weeks are going to be stressful and Chanel's got her exams coming up,"I told Ora.

"If that blonde bitch touches my daughter then-"

"Let me deal with her, Sephora. She's the mother of my children,"I interrupted.

"Oh really?"she laughed. "Well in that case, you sort your daughters out and I'll sort mine out seeing as we're on different wavelengths here. Chanel, pack whatever you need because we're going to your aunty's,"she stormed off.

"Sephora? Sephora!"I called but she ignored me.

As if on cue the door opened and the girls and Beyoncé entered with bags upon bags upon bags. They were all laughing like nothing had happened.

"Hey daddy,"they simultaneously greeted me each kissing me on the cheek.

"Hey daddy,"Beyoncé winked sticking her tongue out.

"What is all this? The girls have enough shit,"I argued.

"They're my children. They can never have 'enough shit',"Beyoncé laughed.

"Well did you at least get Chanel something?"I asked BB because I knew Bella and Blue wouldn't have even thought about her.

"They got Chanel money? Because I only got Gloria, Mirabelle and Blue Ivy money,"Beyoncé scoffed.

"Chanel look at the new shoes I got. Fly or nah?"Bella pulled out the Balenciagas she's been asking for for the longest. I knew Chanel wanted them too because her and Bella had the same style.

Chanel looked at me before shaking her head and walking off.

"Bella you better come up with an apology to that girl or else your Balenciagas will become hers,"I frowned and she grabbed her bags and stomped up the stairs.

"Girls go upstairs too, I need to speak to your mom,"I told BB and Blue. They did as I said after saying goodbye to Beyoncé.

"I make such beautiful girls, don't you think? If my genes weren't so strong they'd be out here looking like a camel with a pharaoh nose,"she kissed her teeth.

"What do you want from me?"

"My daughters. I want my daughters from you permanently. I also want what's rightfully mine from you and my mother,"she smirked.

"The girls are settled with me. We can always sort out an arrangement but you're not taking them from me. No fucking way,"I stood my ground. Whether Mathew threatened her to leave or not, I picked up the pieces and raised those girls on my own for ten years. I didn't deserve that and Beyoncé was going about things the wrong way.

"I'll think about it but I've got a lot of my property and possessions that you still seem to have with you. We can have dinner on Friday at 8pm at our usual spot,"she proposed.

"The 'usual'?"we heard. Sephora was standing by the door with three suitcases.

"Don't worry, he knows what I'm talking about,"Beyoncé winked. "It's about time you left, I don't appreciate cheap around my babies,"she smugly smiled.

"Wanna take this outside?"Ora stopped her bag and took her earrings off.

"Baby we can do it here if you like,"Beyoncé tied her hair up.

"Y'all ain't doing shit,"I stood up. "Ora, if you're leaving then leave because these past few days have been stressful and I know you want to. Beyoncé, I'll see you on Friday but I need to speak to the girls first."

"Bye daddy. I'll get the girls tomorrow,"it was like anything she didn't want to hear, she didn't hear. Beyoncé strutted off slamming the door behind her while Sephora drug two of her suitcases behind her.

"When are you gonna be back Ora?"I asked her.

"When I'm positive your wife won't sneak into our room at night and throw the bed out the window,"she sniffed wiping her eyes.

"You know I'm only agreeing to this because y'all didn't sign up for the crazy life,"I helped her with her two suitcases and she took the last one.

"I just need some time out. I couldn't even have sex with you without her interrupting. It's like she's always behind us,"she sighed.

"I still want a future with you and you're still my wife. Just let me sort some things out between us because there are kids involved,"I dropped the suitcase and snaked my arms around her waist.

"You gonna divorce her?"

"Eventually, but there are kids involved. You feel me?"I kissed her neck.

"But you still love me, right?"

"Forever and always. I promise,"I kissed her lips.