19 year old college student, Beyoncé falls in love with the city's most wanted criminal and drug dealer by the name of Hov. She knows that he's no good for her, but she's too in love to care about the consequences. Read for more. {slow updates}
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Hov stared at the television blankly, not moving a muscle unless it was him moving his arm to lift the wine glass filled with Hennessy.
He was in deep thought and had been for days. That's the only thing he could do since he had limited his time using his cellphone to avoid getting tracked.
He took a sip of the hard alcohol before placing his glass on the table next to him. He knew he was at his limit and didn't want to get too drunk.
It was only 12PM, but he desperately needed a drink to escape his traveling thoughts.
He was in his own little world until his eyes cut from the television to look at the figure that had emerged into the kitchen from the bedroom he left her asleep in. He could see her from afar even though they weren't in the same room.
Beyoncé grabbed the small bottle of orange juice and shook it before removing the top and taking a sip. She spotted Hov, so she walked into the living room to join him.
"You're drinking this early?" She questioned, sitting next to him but not too close.
She noticed how distant he's been lately but she never questioned it. She understood that he was under a lot of stress even though he hadn't verbally expressed himself to be as such.
But she knew him all too well. He had a lot to be worried about.
"Yeah." He mumbled, never breaking his eyes from the television that was showing an Arby's commercial.
"Why? It's so early in the day babe."
He shrugged, "Because I wanted it."
She instantly fell back, noticing his slight attitude. She stared at the television as well, slowly getting closer to him so that now she was laying her head on his shoulder.
"What is this?" She asked, referring to the movie he was currently watching. When she didn't get a quick response, she looked at him to be sure he was okay.
"Shawn," she called, "Did you hear me?"
He broke away from the television and looked in her direction. "My bad, it's Scarface."
She nodded, "I've never seen the full movie, but are you okay babe?" She put her full attention on him, noticing a piece of lent near his cheek. She tried removing it but Hov flinched and moved his face away like he didn't want her touching him.
Her eyebrows came together in complete confusion that he had just done that. "Did I do something to make you act like this?" She questioned out of curiosity.
She had noticed the small things he would do that showed he just didn't want to be around her or interact with her. She didn't want to make it a big deal considering their circumstances, but now she was worried and wanted answers.
She turned faced him a little, just to get a better look at him and study his facial expressions. Hov sighed and rubbed his face before responding.
