Beyoncé's POV
"Are you ready yet?" I heard Shawn say.
"This is why I told your ass to wait downstairs." I said.
"Who you talking to?" I heard.
I walked out of my closet. I had on my jeans and a bra because I was still looking for a top.
"I see no one in here but you so you would be my obvious guess." I said.
He looked at me and stood up.
"Stop, I gotta get dressed." I said laughing.
"Smart ass mouth." He said. "That's cool though."
I went back to look for a top. I found one and put on my heels. My hair and make up was already done so all I had to do was get my purse. Shawn was laying back on the bed. He must've fallen asleep. I straddle him.
"Wake up bruh." I said.
His eyes didn't open but his hands found their way to my ass. He started smiling.
"You like sitting up there?" He asked.
"Shut up and let's go." I said.
He squeezed my ass and finally let go. I got off of him and he stood up. I got my purse.
"Ow!" I said.
I turned around and punched him. He slapped my ass and that shit hurt.
"Damn." He said rubbing his shoulder.
"Why you do it that hard?" I said. "Grab my bag."
"Don't be ordering me around." He said.
"Or what?" I said.
He got in my face.
"Fuck your bag."
"I hope your dick falls off." I said.
He gasped and got my bag.
"Why would you say that? That's so mean." He said.
We went downstairs and the kids were with Kelly and Michelle. We said goodbye to them and went to meet Raven and her boyfriend.
We got to the restaurant and got there before them so we were already seated.
"Don't be mean to this boy." I said.