CLEMENCY
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Beyoncé Knowles.
The millionaires daughter, who isn't the nice girl everyone makes her out to be. She's smart. Makes her own money and just wants a man to love her for who she is and not what she has.
Shawn Carter.
The biggest ex-kingpin...
"Can't believe y'all dragged me here." I mumbled fixing my hair.
"Hush, bitch, you look good." Nicki said.
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"Yeah, let's go before I change my mind." I told her.
We went in the back way. It didn't keep us from already seeing couple going at it in every way possible. Must've been fucking nice.
We made it to the actual club where everyone was drinking and dancing their lives away. I had to admit. This was probably the most lit party I've been to in a while and I had just got there.
"Where y'all headed?"
"I need a shot." I said. "Or a few."
"Aight, I'm going to speak to Meek." She pointed.
I looked in that direction. To my surprise, Shawn was standing beside him and a couple other guys, one including Game, a person I knew I was not trying to come in contact with tonight either.
"I'm staying over here all night." I said. "I don't want to be near any of them."
"Okay. You don't have to." She said. "I'll be back."
She headed off.
"Whatchu want first, Bey?" Lauren asked. "You tryna get wasted or you just wanna be a little tipsy."
"I don't know. Give me something and I'll see where it takes me."
We laughed ordering up two Jell-O shots.
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Meek and Nicki embraced. "Wassup Nicki." I spoke.
I hadn't seen her in a month.
"Uh uh, don't fucking talk to me until you apologize to my sister,"
"Who? Bey?" I asked.
"No, Lauren. You know exactly who the fuck I'm talking about." She said.
"Aight, chill. I will." I said. "Is Bey here though?"
"Yeah, she over there. Don't bother her cause she doesn't wanna be around none of you niggas tonight. She just wanted a drink."
"I just wanna talk to her."
I walked off to go find her.
It took me a minute to find her, but when I did, it was really making a nigga hard. She knows she can dress for an occasion. I walked up to her just as Lauren was turning around.
"Uh uh, fuck no. Don't even come over here."
Beyoncé turned around, then walked in the opposite direction.
"Bey, baby," I grabbed her arm. "Stop!"
"No, you stop. Don't touch me or call me baby."
"I just wanna talk to you before we get drunk and shit cause ain't no telling when we gone see each other after this. We need to speak in private. Come on, please."
