Angel {COMPLETED}

Chapter 23

Los Angeles, California
April 2
Onika

I put my legs over Beyoncé's legs and licked my lips when she started rubbing them.

"No y'all did not have sex in the office." Kelly said. She shook her head right after. She already knew we did.

"We did but she started it-"

"I didn't start shit. Don't start lying. You walked in my office talkin' 'bout how much you missed me. I should've known it was a ploy for the pussy." I shook my head. "You don't really miss me."

"Don't act like you weren't showing out in front of your coworkers now."

"Baby open the door. Why is it locked?" Beyonce was knocking hard as hell on my door like I don't have coworkers in here right now.

"Excuse me." I went to open the door but didn't let her in. I stood in the door with my hand on my hip. "What?"

"What you doing?"

"Working maybe?"

"Come home, I miss you."

"Oh my God. I just said I was working. I have a very important meeting right now so I'm not going home. You can sit in here and be silent or go. Either works for me."

She pushed past me and sat down on the couch. I went back to my meeting, apologizing for the disturbance that is Beyonce. She is so damn childish.

"Like I was saying, most of them don't feel comfortable with wearing a sweet scented perfume because they're fragile and dumb so I thought to make some for them as well. I mean the men love it when their women wear my stuff. They go crazy, go stupid. Why not make the women do the same thing?"

When I looked at them, everyone was looking behind me. I did too and Beyonce's stupid ass was UNWRAPPING MY JOLLY RANCHERS AGAIN!

"I'll call for the meeting another time when we're all not so distracted."

When they all left my office, I slammed the door and faced Beyonce. She was just smiling like she had done nothing wrong.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"'Cause I'm bored. You look good in your skirt."

"Thank you and it doesn't matter if you're bored. Stop acting like a kid when you don't get what you want. Learn how to accept no."

She looked like she just got hit in the face. "Take no? What's that?"

"What I'm telling you right now. Go home."

"No." She pulled me onto her lap. I squirmed once I felt why she was really acting out. She gon' find out I'm not wearing underwear soon. "I told you I missed you."

"And I'm telling you no."

"But do you mean no?"

I didn't answer. She reached under my skirt, her eyes widening a little. "I know damn well..."

"I forgot."