Wanted » Beyoncé

Chapter 12

Beyoncé' POV

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Im wrong, right? I know im wrong. Then again, im a grown ass woman. I can do whatever I want. I have no boyfriend nor girlfriend. So, doesnt that mean i can fuck with whoever I want? I dont know what to do anymore. Does me being in this position right now make me seem like some kind of fuck around? It's not like I fuck everybody who I meet or need to get information our of like honey dicking. I think im just making myself look stupid.

"Do you love me, Rihanna?"

"What? Of course I love you." Rihanna slowed down her hands that touched all over my upper torso. What she did not stop doing was bitting my neck & trailing down to my breasts.

She seemed to be irritated by my question when she answered my question.

"I don't think you do..."

"I just said I did?" Rihanna smacked her lips and looked at me in my eyes. Pissed.

"Just because you said you love me doesnt mean that im going to believe you!" I brushed her hands off my thighs & waist. She still stayed in my face & didn't step away from me as I sat on the bathroom sink.

"You always fucking do that shit."

Rihanna gritted between her teeth and clenched her jaw. How can she be pissed at me when all i did was say i didnt believe her?

"Always do what?!"

"Ugh! I tell you something and you always say you dont believe me. Half of the time you think the opposite of me."

"So, you're getting mad because I asked a question in the middle of you almost having sex with me?"

Now im pissed.

"You're acting like I only came here to fuck you, Beyoncé!"

"I bet you did, stupid bitch -"

"No the fuck i didnt...!!" She yelled in my face while cutting me off in mid sentence.

The thing with Rihanna is that she hates it when i call her out of her name. Especially the words "stupid-bitch". Her father disowned her because she was gay & never liked boys. I think it's really her father's fault she doesnt like boys. He was a bad example of one...Your father should be the first male your daughter should ever trust.

"...and if i did i could of been got it over with and you wouldn't do shit but orgasm so damn hard that you'd be falling for me all over again."

Rihanna grabbed my face & brought it close to her. Squeezing my cheeks hard to soon be kissing me. I decided to push her off of me. I pushed her hard & her back hit the wall causing her to wince in pain.

"Fuck you!" I became pissed and my i started to cry. I hopped off of the sink and walked into my room & she followed.

"Fuck me?!" She started to laugh loudly. "Im pretty sure you like fucking me, Beyoncé. Because no one else can fuck you like I can fuck you now can they!?"

"JAY Z fucks me so much better," I smirked. "But that's not your business."

I went to my dresser to find a shirt to leave & Rihanna stood by me about 4 feet away quiet for some moments.

"What did you just say?" She got closer to me.

Don't get me wrong, she is still pissed. Just that this time the beauty did not raise her voice & she had a little more hurt in her voice. I turned to her but didn't stare at her for long because I already felt guilty enough for calling her out of her name.