Bey
Every since that moment between Nicki and I a few weeks ago, my mind has not been in the right space. Shawn was beginning to notice it himself but he just titled it as hormones but it was really just guilt.
Nicki made me feel as if temptation was something that was irresistible and I hated her for it. When I get around her I can't control myself, it's almost as if my own body betrays me.
We manage to keep things professional at work especially since there is always eyes on us. The last thing I needed was any kind of blog in my business twisting around my life story.
"Ms. Knowles, Nicki needs you in the photography room." My assistant, Roxy told me.
Nicki never needed my help in the photography room so I was slightly confused, but went anyways. "Yes, Nicki did you need me?"
Frustration was written in red bold print on her forehead as we made eye contact. "Bey- Ms. Knowles I can't do this one, my mind isn't in it."
"Rob give her 30, come with me Onika." I told Nicki and the camera man as I walked back towards my office.
Once we made it inside I made her take a seat as I preferred to stand up. "What's going on with you? You know how I feel about a bad photo shoot." I warned.
"Yes I know and I apologize but it's something going on that I would rather not discuss I just wanted to know if I can get the rest of the day off." She preached.
Turning around I took in her appearance to notice bags under her eyes and slight hickies on her neck that she had failed to cover up.
"I see what's going on here, you're hungover Onika." I told her but it came out in a questionable tone.
She nodded her head as she sighed and sat back in the chair rubbing her temples. Looking at those hickies on her neck make me angry inside for whatever reason.
"Go home and rest up, and never show up like that again. You just costed me $10,000 but I got it covered." I dismissed her as I sat at my computer.
After work• Home
Dropping my keys on Shawn's island I immediately went towards the refrigerator. Lunch was nearly 7 hours ago so I'm sure my stomach was touching my back by now.
"Look at your fat ass, couldn't even check and see if I was home." Shawn fussed as he caught me downing a sandwich.
"The only thing fat in this house are those fat ass lips of yours so don't even." I rolled my eyes .
"I wanted to talk to you about something." He walked towards me, standing in between my legs as I sat on the counter.
"Am I in trouble?" I asked him as if I didn't commit adultery a few days ago.
"All depends on how you answer the question but I just want you to be honest with me. I don't want us to be hiding anything from each other and I feel like we've both been doing that lately." He spoke while softly rubbing my sides.
"Ok, what do you want to know? I promise I'll be honest."
"Are you seeing someone else?" He asked making me put my drink back down.
Was right now a good time to tell him about Onika and I? Or should I just keep it to myself?
"N-No, I'm not seeing anyone Shawn." I lied through my teeth.
"Giselle, I saw hickies on your thighs a few days ago while you were asleep. You don't have to lie to me it's only going to making things worse. Now who is he?" He asked, his hands now in tight fists beside each of my thighs on the counter top.
