Love Bites

Ch. 24

Rihanna's POV

"Bey?" I call out her name once I reach the second floor. I hadn't seen her all morning, and that used to be unusual, but as of late it's rare we see her unless she's with the girls, or we seek her out like I'm doing right now.

"Giselle?" Again no response.

I let out an annoyed groan and step back on the elevator, hitting the third floor button.

If she would answer her fucking phone, I wouldn't have to run around the god damn house.

I step off on our floor. "Beyoncé!"

"Yeah?" I follow her voice down to her office beside our room.

Are you shitting me? She's been here this whole time?!

We moved her office to our floor instead of with all of the other offices because she's always in there and its just better to have her closer to the kids.

I walk in and see her typing away at her computer. What seems to be a permanent frown is on her face as she chews on her bottom lip.

"Bey, what are you doing up here?" The look she gives me makes me wanna hit her.

"Working." Yup, her tone made me wanna hit her even more.

"No shit. I'm asking what you're doing up here because we're supposed to be having a family day. Remember?"

She leans back in her chair and lets out an agitated sigh while running a hand down her face.

I clench my jaw as I try to calm myself down.

"Can we reschedule?"

"Tuh." I let out a humorless chuckle and shake my head. "No, Beyoncé, we can't. This will be the third time we've had to reschedule because of you, and we aren't doing it again. The girls have been looking forward to this all week."

She kisses her teeth before standing up. "Aight fine. Let's just get back as soon as possible."

My mouth drops slightly as I look at her, feeling my anger rising to ten. "You know what, Bey? Stay here. Whatever the fuck you were doing is obviously more important, and I'm not gonna let you rush our fucking daughters so you can get back to this bullshit."

"What the fuck is your problem?"

I didn't wanna do this.

I was going to shut up and leave it alone. Let it blow over.

Let her get the fuck over whatever her problem is.

But nope.

"You wanna know what my problem is?! You. You are my fucking problem!! Something is wrong witcho ass and instead of talking to yuh fucking girlfriends about it, you sit and fucking sulk! Nicki and I aren't the only ones who've been getting the shit end of yuh bullshit! Our fucking daughters have noticed this too! They're fucking babies, and all they want is their dad! Do you not realize how this affects our daughters?"

"Just like you said, they're babies. They're fine. What's going on right now will not have a long lasting impact on them, so do not talk to me about how I effect my daughters." When she said my, she pointed to herself and had this snarl on her face.

I felt my stomach drop and eyes burn instantly from her words.

I was waiting for someone to throw it in my face that the girls aren't biologically mine, but I never thought it'd be Beyoncé.

"Fuck you." I slam the door, zooming quickly to the elevator before the first tear could fall.

Beyoncé's POV