I CARE

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Beyonce POV

"Michael honey I gotta go before Shawn gets home," I said as I pecked his lips multiple times getting ready to leave.

"Come on Bey,the movie ain't over yet," he said grabbing my wrist. "Please stay," he said as he pouted his lips. I shrugged and laid my head on his chest. I inhaled his scent, one of the things that made him more attractive.

"You are something else Michael Ealy," I said looking up to him chuckling.

He sucked his teeth and kissed my forehead, "Ain't that the reason you with me right now other than being with that stank ass Shawn of yours. Yah know, Jay-Z," he said stroking my arm.

"Hey watch it," I said playfully hitting his chest. "He is still my husband and your best friend."

"Yah, he is my best friend. His sure my best friend who doesn't know how to treat his queen right."

He did have a point there. The love I had for Jay is gone but Jay is so clingy and doesn't wanna let me go. I feel trapped in my own marriage. Jay is more important on keeping a good reputation and for the public to love him. He is no longer concerned about my happiness. We are considered as the power couple of the century. I don't give a fuck about that. I wanna be happy. With Michael, he makes me feel special and treats me like the queen that I am.

Ever since Michael and I started seeing each other I have been seeing the world in colour. He helps me in becoming the best version of myself. He is always there when I need him and he loves me with all my flaws and all.

"Let me walk you out babe," Michael said as he crawled out of the bed. We made our way downstairs. "Drive safe now," she said as we stood by the front door of his house. "Text me when you get home alright?" He held my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'll be alright. Take care," I said staring into his blue eyes.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I gotta welcome this new temporal cleaner I just hired in the company. Amelia suggested him. She said he is from her orphanage. I can't wait to see him," I said kissing my boo for the last time.

"Y'all come back now you hear!" He said in a cowboy accent which I must admit sounded pretty cool. I rolled my eyes and entered my Rolls Royce and I was off.

The ride home was composed of me singing along to the songs blasting in my radio.

"No matter what I do, all I think about is you. Even when I'm with my boo, boy you know I'm crazy over you..."

I sang 'Dilemma' by Nelly featuring my home girl, Kelly. It was one of my favorite songs lately. My jamming session was disturbed by my phone ringing. I connected it to my car bluetooth. I answered the called.

"The fuck you been? Yah know a nigga is starving right here and I don't see no food in them pots, I've been blowing up your phone the entire afternoon but you wasn't answering. Do your wify duties right! Damn!"

"Hello to you too Shawn! On that note, you're not an exam paper so I don't owe you any answers. Don't worry imma pick up a pizza on my way back. Gezz! Take a chill pill."

This man can be so insolent at time. Who in their right mind talks to their wife like that? He can be such a human prick at times.

"Get your ass back here! I'm gonna-"

"Fine! I'll be there in an hour," I said cutting him off.

"An hour! What am I suppose to eat?"

"Digest yourself or better yet, go to the kitchen and make yourself a DAMN SANDWICH!"

"Don't play with me now-"

"Bye Jay," I said ending our call.

I bet he doesn't know how to make a sandwich. With Michael, I don't get such a headache. He sometimes cooks for me and pampers me which I think its so sweet. On the other hand, Shawn is such a big baby.