Beyonce's POV
I finally reached a beach with a cute little shack, I walked into the shack and looked around, I looked for a beach towel and some water.
I grabbed a towel with a cute dolphin family on it and a water bottle. Before paying for the stuff I changed out of my dress and put on my swim suit along with my jean shorts. I walked to the counter and payed for the stuff, I then thanked the clerk and left.
I walked out to the beach and looked for a place to set my beach towel, I found a place next to some rocks, I set my towel down and sat on it. I looked out across the water and thought, thought about Shawn and I.
How much I enjoy his company, how he makes me laugh, how he makes me smile everytime I see his face or hear his voice, how he cuddles with me when we sleep, how he makes love to me, how he holds me, how he kisses me, how he hugs me, how he says I love you. I love this man so much, he's willing to put his career on the line and if he can why can't I do the same? He loves me and I love him, in the end all you need is love.
I grabbed my towel and walked back the way I came, I walked back to the parking lot and looked for the car. It was still here so I'm guessing this is the place we are staying since it was a hotel parking lot.
I walked into the lobby and went to the front desk, "hello I'm looking for Shawn Carter's room number?" I said to the man behind the counter. "Shawn Carter?" he asked, "uhm Mr.Corey? he goes by that?" I said again remembering what the other manager called him. "Oh yes Mr. Corey, he is in room 104." He said smiling at me, "are you Beyoncé?" he asked, "yes I am. why?" I asked turning back around to face him, "oh yes he left you this note along with the key card to 104 and 105." The man said handing me an envelope. I grabbed it from him and thanked him.
I went to the chair setting my towel on the arm and opening the letter, I opened it and read, " Beyoncé I am sorry, sorry for the way I treated you. you don't deserve that. You deserve to be treated like a queen, you are my queen. I love you more than life itself and I do not want to loose you. But if you must go I will understand. I will not turn you into the police and I will leave your house as soon as possible. I meant what I said about quitting my job, I make enough money with my hotels that I only have this job for the fun of it. I understand that you are trying to get an education and a job and if I'm in the way of that then I will leave. So the key card for 104 is the room I am staying in, if you want to come back. the second 105 if you no longer want to stay with me. If I don't wake up with you next to me then I take it you chose 105. I will fly you home and I will leave you alone. It's completely up to you I love you.
~Shawn" I finished reading the letter and I blinked away my tears. Of coarse I'm going to his room.
I gathered my towel and grabbed 104 returning the other card to the man. I ran down the hall putting the letter in my back pocket.
I reached 104 and slid the key card into the slot, the red light turned green and I opened the door.
I walked in looking for Shawn, he was laying on the bed asleep. I smiled and watched him sleep, he looks so perfect asleep.
I walked over to his side of the bed and sat next to him resting my hand on his arm, "I love you too Shawn." I whispered as I watched him sleep. I didn't want to wake him so I just went to change into some pajamas and go to sleep.
I grabbed my suitcase and opened it quietly grabbing a pair of boxer shorts and a long tshirt. I took off my swim suit and put on a pair of underwear and then my choice of pajamas. I turned off the bedside lamp and crawled into bed next to Shawn. I wrapped my arm around him and breathed in the smell of him, I can't leave this man I love him and I do not want to hurt him.
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Can You Keep A Secret?
FanfictionBeyoncé is a student at Syracuse university in New York. Mr. Carter? He's her English literature teacher. It can only work if they can keep a secret.