A/N:
☢️=smut.
🛑=end of smut.
Your POV
We had to fly back to L.A because there were events that I need to go to. Owen and Khalil had to fly out also because I need security. Khalil brought Elliot with him because he was the only one that hadn't been to Cali. We were staying in the presidential suite again. I was in the kitchen on my phone. Khalil came in and threw a condom at me. I looked up, furrowed eyebrows in confusion and put it in my pocket.
"Yo, Owen and I are gonna take Bella and Elliot out because I know you haven't had any alone time with Normani. By the way, she looked pretty mad walking through the hallway and you're gonna need it," He said and she had just so happened to be walking in with a pissed look on her face.
"Good luck," Khalil said, "Bella, come say bye to your mommy."
She ran in wearing a SYRE hoodie Jaden had made for her and hugged my legs. I put my phone, picked her up and attacked her with kisses.
"Mommy, 'top it," she squealed. I stopped and smiled at her.
"Be good for Khalil and we will get the new Spider-man game," I told her and she smiled. She gave me a big hug.
"I be good, mommy. I love you," she said.
"I love you too, baby. Here's twenty dollars so you can get whatever you were talking about," I replied, gave her a kiss on the cheek and put her down. She ran over to Normani and hugged her leg. Normani smiled and looked down at her.
"Bye, Mani. I love you," she told the older girl. "Bye, baby. I love you too," Normani replied. Isabella ran over to Owen and grabbed his hand.
"Bye, we'll be back later," Owen said as they all walked out of the room, so it was just Normani and I. I looked over at her and she was already looking at me.
"What's up with you?" I asked and she didn't say anything. I went on my phone to see that Bey had texted me saying that they were going to be in Houston for a few days and that Blue wanted to to meet Isabella. Normani came over and snatched my phone out of my hand.
"Did you fuck her?" she asked angrily holding my phone in her hand with a death grip on it.
"Who are you talking about?" I asked genuinely confused.
"Don't play stupid with me. You fucked Beyoncé," she said tossing my phone on the counter top.
"The fuck are you talking about?"
"I'm not a fucking idiot, Y/N. The way she was fucking looking at you says it all. Did you or did you not fuck her?!"
"When exactly are you talking about?" I asked.
"The fuck you mean when? This has happened multiple times?!"
"In my defense, it was when her and Jay took a break and we weren't even talking like at all. I'm not seeing the problem," I explained that just seemed add fuel to the fire.
"The fuck you mean?!" she yelled.
"Look, I'm not yelling at you, so don't fucking yell at me," I told her sternly and stood up straight looking down at her.
"And if I don't?"
"Normani, I'm not playing with you. I don't see the problem it was years before we even started dating or even talking."
"It's a big fucking problem."
"Man, I'm tired of talking about this. Stop talking to me. Go lay down or something."
