"Uh-nika?"
That prompted a laugh out of me, her southern tone peaking, the way she said my name was unmatched.
"It's Onika," I corrected, watching as her expression changed to one of confusion.
"That's what I said, I thought?" another giggle arose from me, her being genuinely perplexed. I just shrugged it off, I didn't mind it.
"You right, what's yours?" She knew mine, it was only fair.
"Beyoncé," Her eyes wandered off for a moment as if she were scanning me from head to toe. I noticed her biting her lip in the process, before she locked eyes with me again, "You know, Uh-nika, you are very beautiful."
This is a fully made-up story of whatever pops in my head about Fantasia and Taraji's love life and how everything plays out on a day-to-day basis. Fantasia is the most dominate one in the relationship but don't get it mixed up now Taraji can be dominate in the bedroom to, but NOTHING compares the way Tasia be tearing that ass uppppp!!
Enjoy the book lovies! <3