The Holy Trinity One Shots

Dangerously In Love

I am in love with you (I'm in love)
You set me free
I can't do this thing called life without you here with me
'Cause I'm dangerously in love with you

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I know it's wrong. I know it is...

But I can't stay away from her.

I was twenty-four when I met her. She was such a cute little thing at seventeen. When Shawn introduced us, she had this aura around her that was so captivating, so interesting, I couldn't stay away. It was like she was the flame, and I the moth.

The affair started when she turned twenty-one. For the four years prior to that, there was small flirting here and there and some innocent touching, but we never crossed any immoral boundaries.

I mean, fuck, my husband thought of her as a little sister for Christ's sake. But it wasn't enough to stop me or rather me tell her to stop, the night she fucked my brains out. I wanted it just as bad, if not more so, than she did.

It started while a group of us were in Europe for Christmas. Shawn and has friends went out one night, and he ended up cheating. It wasn't anywhere near the first time or the last, but it was the first time I lowered myself to his level.

When you're the internationally famous power couple Beyoncé and Jay-Z, there's not a let you can get away with, but he's gotten pretty fucking good at dodging the papz and covering his trail, for the most part, with me. So I picked up some of his tricks and learned how to hide my own affair.

And damn if I didn't learn from the best.

That night Robyn made me feel shit I'd never felt. She made me cum more in that one night than I think I'd ever came my entire life. I was hooked on the drug that is Rihanna Fenty from the second I tasted her, and now I have no idea how to quit cold turkey.

I just don't think I can keep doing this. Not because I feel bad that I'm cheating on my lying, cheating husband. But because this affair could really fuck up our careers. I'm not the only famous person involved in this who could lose everything. Rihanna's also a household name, and she has a very promising feature ahead of her.

Plus... I'm starting to fall in love with her, and I can't have that.

Today is my thirtieth birthday, and I need to end this shit tonight. Shawn's out of town 'on business' for the third birthday in a row, which doesn't upset me in the slightest, but it does gives Rihanna a small advantage.

I'm not in the mood to celebrate, but that didn't stop my sister from throwing a stupid ass party.

Since Rihanna has been on tour the past three weeks, I haven't seen her. I didn't think she'd be here tonight, but she apparently told Solo she wouldn't miss it and had planned to fly back for it anyways.

Its shit like that - that makes me fall for her. She put her fucking tour on hold for my birthday when my bastard husband couldn't even be here for it.

My hair stylist and MUA put the finishing touches on me just in time for Solo to barge in saying everyone's here.

I roll my eyes and stand up to slip into the dress Robyn had sent me for tonight. "Can you grab the boots that go with this by the bed?" Solo nods her head and goes to grab them for me. I turn around so she can zip up my dress before stepping into one boot, zipping it up before stepping into the other.