Beyoncé has spent almost ten years in a marriage with her high school sweetheart. At 26, she meets Shawn Carter, who makes her feel things she hasn't felt in years. Battling between comfort and lust, she has to decide what's best for her.
Shawn walked in the bathroom looking unbothered with his hands in his pockets. Any other time and I would find that so sexy but now it was slightly intimidating. I was suddenly speechless.
"Jay..."
"What's this about, Bey? You tell me not to be reckless yet you call me in here with your husband and the entire team in the next room. What do you want?"
I was shook and a little hurt that he was speaking to me like that. The Jay I knew would have taken any chance to be with me. Now he acted as if he could care less.
"You weren't answering my calls and I had to get you to talk to me somehow." I realized how desperate I probably seemed but I honestly didn't care.
"You have a whole husband, Beyoncé. One who I see damn near everyday. You don't think this is hard for me to be with you behind his back like this? Especially when.. you know what? Never mind. I'll see you around." I panicked and grabbed his arm so he wouldn't leave.
"Don't act like you didn't jump at the chance to be with me!" He scoffed, snatching his arm from my grasp.
I realized that if I wanted to make things right I would need to go about differently. I sighed and lowered my voice.
"Jay where is all this coming from? We were just fine, baby. What happened?"
"Why are you doing this with me if you're just going to stay with him? Why do that to me and to him?"
"When did I ever say that?"
"You told me the other day. Laughed at any thought of us being together. You realize I don't have to do this, Beyoncé. I could be in an actual relationship with someone who'll willingly be with me for reasons other than sex. How long did you think this was going to last?"
"I'll leave him."
"Don't say they when you're just going to go crawling back to him."
"I'm serious. After the season is over, I'll leave him. Then we can really be together."
"And what makes you think I want to be with you?" My heart dropped. How could he say that when I was willing to end my marriage for him? For us.
"Let me make this right. Please." I was close to tears but I refused to cry in front of him.
I kissed him before he could say anything. He started to kiss me back after a while, his tongue asking for permission. I let him push us against the sink, his hands roaming everywhere they could reach. In this tiny bathroom, it felt so good to have him all over me like this but I knew it wasn't smart. I pushed him off out of breath.
"We can't do this here." He nodded and I watched him adjust his hard length in his pants. It amazed me how quick it was for him to get hard.
"I'll call you."
"You better." I kissed him quickly.
He left out before me and I waited a couple minutes before doing the same. No one acted as if they noticed or cared about our disappearance. I walked back to my seat, trying not to put more attention on myself.
"Baby, I'm going to leave, I don't feel well." LeBron turned around confused.
"Do you need me to come with you?" I shook my head, knowing he wouldn't leave anyway.
"I'm ok baby, really. I think I'm getting a cold. I'll take the driver."
He nodded his head in understanding. "Ok, I may be a little late coming home though."
"That's fine. I love you." I thought about kissing him but decided against it knowing Jay was a few feet away from both of us.
"I love you too."
I walked out, thankful I didn't have to stay in that boring meeting for another hour. Instead of going home and being bored I might as well go check on the shop to see how it was doing. I headed out and told the driver to take me there.
I walked in the shop immediately met with the sound of Mary J. Blige's "No More Pain". The further I went, more people waved hello.
With the help of my parents and LeBron, I was able to start up my own salon. As a kid, I admired the way people would come into my mother's shop looking for a new hairdo and advice. My mother was like a therapist to them, giving them advice and making them feel like new women when they walked out the door. Over the years I grew my own shop until I was able to pay back both my parents and LeBron. It was enough to allow me sustain myself and not have to depend on my husband for anything.
I saw my best friend and went to go sit next to her. She saw me and rolled her eyes while parting a client's hair.
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"Don't give me attitude, Kelly. I haven't talked you since last week."
"I wonder why that is, Mrs. James. You haven't been to the shop in weeks and you never answer your phone. I'm basically running the place." Beside me, Kelly was in charge of the salon. When I was gone, she stepped in and made sure everyone was doing their job.
"I'm sorry. We'll talk later though." I didn't want to spill all of my business with a client sitting right there. She nodded and continued with whatever she was doing.
I walked around, stopping and talking to some of my employees. Me being a perfectionist, I hand picked the people I wanted to work for me. When they came in here, they not only represented me but also the salon, and we were known for being the best place to get your hair laid in all of Los Angeles. Chairs were fully booked for 2 months at a time on average. Along with Kelly, there was Joie, Gabby, Taraji, Rihanna, Tammy, Lauren, and Janelle. They all had different styles and techniques but together we were on top.
"Wassup, Ms. Bey!" I heard a loud voice coming from somewhere. It was Lauren, one of my newest stylists. We joke and call her Keke because she was always laughing and joking about something. At 24, she brought a new energy to the team.
"Girl, I done told you to stop calling me that, I'm barely older than you." I joked and gave her a tight hug. She was working on a wig installment which looked pretty good so far.
"Sorry girl, it's a habit that never going away. I like this color, sis. Dark hair, I see you."
"Thank you so much. I was nervous but I think it turned out good."
"It did. It's a nice little change." I talked to her a little longer before going over to my other employees. They were doing great, as usual. As second in command, Kelly kept the place in tip top shape so I never had a problem with that.
I was in my office playing with my phone when I heard commotion coming from the front. I sighed, annoyed that my time alone was being disrupted and that the girls were fighting again with clients around. I walked up ready to curse everybody ass that was involved.
