Part Two

14

💥Jay's Point of View

I drove out of my estate and made my way to the address that B.B. gave me. The girls stayed with me yesterday when Beyoncé dropped them off but B.B. forgot her textbook, Bella forgot her charger and Blue forgot her homework (which made no sense at all). If I took them back there then they'd just end up talking and doing whatever for another two hours which I didn't want to spend at that woman's house, and it would be the same thing if she came over to mine so I had no other choice but to get my girls' things. I really didn't want to see Beyoncé after everything that had been going on for the past few days but I had to communicate with her for the sake of our daughters.

I received a call through my Bluetooth and saw that it was Solange. I hesitantly picked up knowing her and her sister were a tag team and you could never play them two. For all I knew, Solange could have put me on speaker and Bey could be coercing her.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jay. You good?"she asked.

"Your sister just took my company from me and is about to take my kids from me, but other than that I'm great,"I sarcastically rolled my eyes. "Oh and your mom is putting pressure on me to talk to Bey about her because she's on the way to stealing your mom's salon too, but never mind that. Life is good! And you?"I sarcastically exclaimed.

"I'm willing to get her to give it back to you if you're willing to help me,"I raised my eyebrows and chuckled.

"How can I believe you when you and your sister do nothing but be the modern day Thelma and Louise?"

"I was with her at first, I was,"she started. "But now I'm not so sure. She's making a wrong decision doing this to y'all. I know that she knows it too because she hasn't even told mama that she's going to take the salon. This isn't Bey. She's only doing this because she's upset and hurt by the fact that y'all could've known years ago if you just listened to her. It's like she's making her voice heard now because it wasn't ten years ago,"Solo sounded genuine and she was one of the only people who Beyoncé told how she really felt about things.

"So what do you want me to do about that? I've apologised numerous times, I've tried to sort out an arrangement with her concerning the girls, I offered to give her Parkwood back and shit. If she doesn't want to accept it then that's not on me,"I shrugged.

"Just talk to her without y'all having an argument or people getting involved. I'll do my best but if that barrier isn't broken then I don't know what to do or say. She listens to you deep down,"I thought about it for a while while there was a long pause.

"Aight, but the minute she says some shit I'm washing my hands off her bullshit and we won't get back together,"I promised.

"That's your decision to make. If that's what you want then so be it. I can't make you change your mind or feelings."

"Aight. Later Solange."

"Bye,"she hung up. It was always a surprise that they were literally opposites as well as similar in the same way.

I got to Beyoncé's and I had to say that it was a really nice house she got. She never liked over-the-top houses because then it would be a struggle to get the girls to help clean the house and when they were younger B.B. and Bella used to tear up the house like it was a daycare centre.

I knocked on the door and patiently waited for her to open. She came out in a white bra and booty shorts. Her figure hadn't changed since I last saw her like this, only she was thicker now.

"Yes?"she clicked her fingers making me snap back to reality.

"Why you coming to the door dressed like this?"I asked her. "You expecting someone?"I squeezed past her into her home. It was really done up well but that was expected from the woman with expensive taste.

"You need a head check? I live here, I dress as I please and I saw you pull up,"she closed the door. "But why are you here?"

"I need a word with you,"i sat on her couch. She had takeaway and a film on but I turned her tv off and kept the remote by me so there were no distractions.

"The nerve of this nigga,"she muttered. "What is it?"

"Why are you doing this?"I queried.

"Because when I was struggling on my own in the middle of France while you had the time of your life with your fake wife and fake stepdaughter, y'all had the answer to everything. Instead of just thinking to our last moments together you left Mathew to deal with 'my death' and handle everything. That doesn't even remotely make sense for someone who claimed to love me like you did. I mean, Mathew claimed that the ship crashed and disappeared but y'all never saw a body, y'all never saw police reports, it was like the answers were right under y'all nose but you refused to just think. Why would I even sail to France?"tears started coming and I moved from my seat on the couch to where she was sitting on the sofa. She was finally opening up and this was all I wanted from her. "No, don't fucking touch me Jay,"she pushed me off her and walked up the stairs. I couldn't help but stare at her ass cheeks jiggling in her shorts.

"Beyoncé don't walk away from me,"I followed her. "I know I made huge mistakes but you can't be angry at me forever,"she went into her room and slammed the door but I opened it. "You didn't even answer my question the other day,"I grabbed her arm and made her turn to me.

She looked in all directions but my direction and I grabbed her chin to make her look at me.

"Do you still love me? And I mean as your husband, not as the father of your children,"I asked her. We stared deep into each other's eyes before she leaned in and our lips met; I could taste sweet pineapple juice on her tongue.

Bey melted in my arms as I placed my hands on her ass and gave it a hard squeeze. She softly moaned putting her arms around my neck. I picked her up and carried her to her ensuite bathroom.