Game Over {COMPLETED}

20.

Jay slowly walked into the bedroom he shared with Beyoncé, trying his best not to make too much noise that would wake her up.

"Fuck.." He said to himself as he walked into his closet and began taking off his jewelry.

He had sobered up a little, but it was too late. He had already made a huge mistake that he wish he could take back.

He sighed and leaned against the door trying to figure out how he was going to tell her. He had to tell her, or else he wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing he cheated on his girl and was keeping it a secret.

Walking back into their bedroom, he noticed the digital clock that read 3:45am. He sat on the edge of the bed Beyoncé rested on and watched as she slept.

He smiled a little seeing her sleeping like a baby. She was beautiful when she was awake, but even more gorgeous when she was asleep.

Jay brushed a few pieces of her hair out of her face, earning a little movement from her. He hated he was about to tell her this, but he had to. He wouldn't be able to sleep knowing he had fucked her over.

"Beyoncé.." he called out, hoping she heard him. She frowned in her sleep, never waking up until he called her name again.

Her eyes opened and she stared at him with a frown on her face. It eventually went away when she realized it was only him. She sighed and sat up a little to look at the clock.

"Are you just getting in?" She asked.

He fidgeted with his hands, avoiding eye contact with her. "Beyoncé, I fucked up. It wouldn't be right if I kept this from you."

She laid her head back on the pillow, "Fucked up how?" She asked nervously. She had no clue what would come out of his mouth next, but she had a few ideas in the back of her mind.

"It just happened. I was so drunk. I don't think I've ever been this drunk before. Shorty was on me tough and I fucked up because I didn't do anything about it. She got in the car with me and started giving me head. I didn't realize how stupid that was until after it happened."

She didn't say anything, but her eyes stayed glued to him. He had no idea what she was thinking, but he continued anyway just to prove to her he was indeed sorry.

"You have every reason to be upset baby. I feel so dumb for getting that drunk and I just want to apologize. I wouldn't feel man enough if I didn't just come out and tell you. I'm really sorry beautiful."

Still, she kept quiet. Because they were in the dark, Jay couldn't see the tears streaming down her face and she didn't want him to.

She turned over, ignoring the fact that he was staring at her. It was almost 4am and she was being waken up to the worst news a woman could ask for.

She trusted him, and he went against everything he said he would never do. Alcohol or not, she could always control herself under the influence. How come he couldn't?

"Can you talk to me?" He asked, but she shook her head. She had nothing to say at that moment. She just wanted to go back asleep and act as if it never happened.

Jay finally caught on and just left her alone. He took a well needed shower and was about to lay in bed with her but she stopped him.

"No," she said, her voice cracking a little, "I don't want to sleep next to you."

He slowly nodded, completely understanding. He headed down the hall to their guest bedroom and laid across the bed, regretting everything he had done in the past couple of hours.

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Jay woke up to an excruciating headache, making him groan. He hated having hangovers which is why he rarely consumed alcohol.