The Other Woman

Tenderoni

I throw my purse on the hotel bed as I hear the door shut behind me.

Frowning, I turn back around and cross my arms over my chest as I look at her. She chuckles and sighs.

"Why are you upset, baby?" She asks as she looks at me curiously.

I keep frowning. "Because! Beyoncé, I don't want to stay in this hotel room anymore! I want to go back to my place, that I pay for."

A small smile creeps on her lips as I maintain my composure. She walks up to me and gently grabs my arms, removing them from my chest and kisses my forehead. I hate her for being so cute!

"I'm serious!" I pout.

She sits on the chair by the desk as I sit on the edge of the bed.

"I know, Nika, I know. Just give me a little more time. I'm gonna find out who's doing this then after that's handled you can go back home, I promise." She says never taking her eyes away from mine.

I sigh loudly. "I hate being here, Bey. I want my own bed, my kitchen, and my own bathroom back. This is irritating. Why can't people just leave me alone?" I mumble the last part more to myself than to her.

She rolls the chair she's sitting on over to me and takes my hands into her warm ones. I smile slightly.

"I know it's rough, mama, but you have to keep your head up. You're going to get past this and you're going to be okay. No one's going to do anything to you." Beyoncé comforts me.

I nod slowly with a sigh. We sit in silence for a few minutes. More so because she looks like she's deep in thought. I look at her curiously.

What is she thinking about? This woman is so hard to read sometimes, it drives me crazy. It's like she always knows her next move. She's always ready for whatever the universe throws at her and I really admire that.

"Onika, listen to me." She says in a very serious tone.

I look up at her and find her chewing on her bottom lip in thought as she studies me.

"I didn't want to tell you about this place because whoever is stalking you has found out you're in the hotel and you were at your parents' house so I don't want to risk them finding out about this place, but I really want you to be comfortable and I'm not letting you go back to yours," she pauses and looks me in the eye. "I have this house that I got not too long ago deep in Malibu and you should stay there. You'd have to be out of work for a little bit until I figure this situation out though because whoever is stalking you knows where you work and they'd easily be able to follow you back to the house."

I throw myself back on the bed and sigh deeply. This is a lot to take in. How did I even get to this point in my life? This is insane. She's insane, but I love how she's willing to do absolutely anything to keep me safe. This might be the third time I relocate because I'm such a crybaby and she hasn't seemed annoyed with me at all.

"Baby?" She asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I open my eyes and look over at her.

I mean, that doesn't sound like too bad of an idea. I just don't want to be out of work at all. Wait... I immediately sit up and squint my eyes at her.

"Bey, why did you even get a house in Malibu not too long ago? What's up with that?" I ask.

She chuckles and shakes her head. "I have my reasons. You'll know soon." Is all she says. I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest once again.

This is hard. I need to keep going to work because I need money, but at this point I feel like even that is becoming unsafe. Whoever is stalking me knows where I work and I feel very anxious every time I walk in there, especially because I'm not around Bey. So, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to go stay at her place in Malibu and get off work for a little bit. I know my boss would allow it because he knows what I'm going through right now and he's told me if I ever need time off, he won't hesitate to give it to me.