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Five Months Later

Megan Pete

I sat on Bagg's lap as he sat down at his dining room table. He had his Macbook in front of us, trying to show me whatever he was trying to show me.

"What is it?" I asked him while he slid his left arm around my waist.

"I'm tryna show you, girl, damn." He chuckled.

"Don't get slapped, Bagg." I warned him.

"Aight, aight, chill. I don't want anotha taste of your slap." 

I smiled and held my head up in the air while he focused back on his Macbook. Really fucking with Bagg tough for these last five months has really tested my patience and he has gotten a small taste of my heavy handed ass, slapping him in his face for disrespecting me. He learned that night though, drunk or not, don't disrespect me or I will go upside your head. 

Within these five months, I've fallen back more and more from Beyoncé. We barely talk now, due to me not wanting to be bothered with her. She has yet to tell me anything concerning her supposed 'divorce' and if I had to bet money, I bet she hasn't told her husband about wanting a divorce and she's still fucking that nigga like she doesn't plan on leaving him. Beyoncé doesn't know what the fuck she wants or who the fuck she wants, but I'm not waiting on her to figure it out. If she really wanted me as much as she tells me she does, she would've been divorced by now or at least showed me the divorce papers like I've asked her ass months ago. 

"Aight, look." Bagg said, grabbing my attention.

I looked at his Macbook and he showed me the rough cut video of our collaboration All Dat. I cheered excitedly and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing all over his face.

"Baby! Oh my god!" I squealed. "You told me this wouldn't be done for at least another month or two!" 

He started laughing and held my waist tighter. "I lied to surprise you. You're gonna love it though." He assured me.

"Play it, play it!" I said excitedly. 

Bagg and I had so much fun filming this video. People will definitely be able to see our intense, sexual chemistry on camera and this is how we're officially announcing that we're dating. Oh, I know Beyoncé is going to be heated once this video is released, but I owe her nothing. Not a text, not a phone call nor loyalty. She can't get her shit together, like I told her to do, she will be getting played and left in the past. 

After watching the video a few times with Bagg, analyzing and pointing out things that I wanted changed, I decided to be messy and record a small clip of the video and post it to my Instagram. 

I'm sure Beyoncé will be harassing me in a couple of hours and I'm ready for it. 

*

Beyoncé Knowles

Temporarily taking a break from grading the final papers of the semester, I scrolled through the apps on my phone aimlessly. As soon as I went to Instagram, a clip of Megan was all over my timeline. Judging by the ten second clip, the sexual tension between her and MoneyBagg Yo in the video was obvious. I don't know if they're trying to make a statement or if she is just a really good actress at playing the role of being a girlfriend for the sake of the video. 

Not wanting to assume too much, I went to her page and decided to snoop through her posts and watch her Instagram Story. Once I seen the ten second viral clip with her putting 'Possessive with that pussy, he say I can never leave him, ah!😜 Y'all not ready for this video!' as the caption, I knew immediately that this wasn't an ordinary collaboration.

I squinted my eyes as I felt my blood pressure rising quickly. This seems calculated, like it was meant to be a jab at me. Maybe I'm overreacting, but I'm about to see.

I decided to look up the lyrics for the collaboration, since I have heard about her new song and how it's supposed to be a feature with MoneyBagg Yo. I didn't know of him, until their first collaboration on Megan's project Tina Snow, but they seem to have good chemistry, musically. 

Finding the song lyrics and looking through them, I felt my heart start racing. I'm about to fucking flip. 

I called Megan and I was immediately sent to voicemail. I continued to call her about six more times, still not being able to get through and decided to text her. 

B

Stop fucking playing with me, Jovon!

I already warned you that I'm crazy, I'm about to bring out a side of me that I don't like to show if you want to keep playing me like a weak, punk ass bitch!

Answer my calls rn!

I started pacing my room, getting pissed off every second I thought about Megan and MoneyBagg Yo having sex, how she's been ignoring me to pop out with him, and how she has the audacity to be shady like this. I just can't believe her. 

Megan still hadn't answered my texts and I was increasingly growing more and more agitated with her and the situation. I decided to keep calling her, trying to get through. Continuously calling her over and over, after about the twentieth time, she finally answered my call.

"Hello? What is it?" She asked me with clear irritation.

"First of all, don't talk to me like that. I know you've been seeing me calling you and trying to contact you for the last hour." I stated

"And? Look, Beyoncé, I don't have time for games. I'm busy."

"Oh?" I laughed. "You're too busy fucking Moneybagg to even worry about me now? That's what it is?"

I heard Megan bust out laughing and I started shaking. I can't believe she's playing me like this and then laughing in my face like she's not doing shit.

"Lady, you are CRAZY!" She cackled.

"I'm crazy? I'm crazy now, because I busted your ass, Megan? I'm crazy, because I can read between the lines and connect the dots!?" I yelled. "I know you're fucking him Megan!" 

"And how do you know that?" She laughed.

"The lyrics are clear as day, baby. This isn't an ordinary feature Megan. This is y'all solidifying your relationship to the public!" I ranted.

"Enlighten me. What specific lyrics are you basing your assumption off of?" She asked.

"Oh, it's no assumption. It's facts. You rapper's always tell on yourselves. But, example A." I started, going to look at the song lyrics once again. "Your man stated in the song 'Pants down, chains on, I'ma leave on ice, Couple niggas might done had it but it still grip tight, If you gettin' to a bag, you the hot girl type'." I repeated the lyrics to her. "We all know your slogan is Hot Girl, Megan. Hot Girl is automatically a phrase that is associated with you now." I explained. "And you and I both know you were with Pardi and one other man, Megan, that explains him saying a couple niggas done already had you, but that pussy is still tight. And he's definitely right about that. Do you want me to keep going?" I asked.

"Yes, please, Professor Knowles. You've seemed to do a lot of research and your conclusions have me intrigued. I'm also in awe by how much you seem to care about song lyrics and me potentially being with someone else while you're still married. Please continue." She sassed me.

I laughed and held my tongue, trying not to go off on her how I really want to. I'll save that for later, after I check her ass with these song lyrics. 

"Then your man, who isn't your man as you're trying to claim, said, 'Shawty get to shakin', when she cream cake batter'. I mean those lyrics are self explanatory Megan. You already know how hard I had you creaming for me, baby. Or did you forget?" I asked her.

"Jealousy is not very becoming of you, Professor Knowles. But continue." She chuckled.

"'Open your mouth, I'ma make you drive the boat,

Best of both worlds, she Thee Stallion, I'm the goat.

Ayy, water, Fiji, hold his chin while he eat it

Fuck me in the mirror 'cause he know his bitch conceited.' How many times have we fucked in front of a mirror Megan? That's your signature thing, baby. Your slogan 'drive the boat', and well....the rest is self explanatory about you saying how wet your pussy is. You're claiming him and admitting that yall are fucking and so is he."

I heard her start clapping in the background. "Good job, Professor. You figured me all out. I'm most definitely fucking him, but what do you want me to do about it? You can't even divorce your husband Beyoncé. I told you to get your shit together and you couldn't. I refuse to sit around and continue to waste time, waiting on yo ass, Giselle. All you had to do was show me the divorce papers, now you're upset, trying to go off on me about a nigga that you can't even truly be mad about, babe. I'm not cheating on you. I made it clear, very clear, that we are not going to be in a relationship until you show me those papers and leave your husband. It's not my fault you've wasted five months doing nothing to change our dynamic, Beyoncé. I'm not chasing after you anymore, I'm done!" 

I scoffed. "Who are you right now, Megan?"

"You've met Tina Snow, baby. You can't act right, so I found someone else who will. Tell your husband that I said hello, and kiss my baby for me." 

She hung up on me and I looked at my phone in a state of shock. No THE fuck she didn't. 

I called her back and after declining my call three times, she finally answered the phone, yelling at me.

"What is it, Beyoncé!? I don't have time for this!"

"You're gonna make time for me. I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, perhaps his dick has you tripping a little bit, but talk to me like you have some damn sense."

"No, Beyoncé, you can't control me or this situation anymore! It's done! You've proven time and time again that you don't want me and you're only using me for sex! Well, I have news for you, I have someone who can dick me down and give me what I need better than you ever could! Now leave me alone, Beyoncé! I'm sick of this back and forth shit!"

"Megan, I swear—."

"You're not gonna do shit, I gotta go."

She hung up on me again and I screamed. I can't lose Megan, I just can't. I'm not using her for sex, I love her, deeply, but this whole situation is taking longer than I expected. Trying to go about this discreetly is very difficult. I've talked to a few divorce attorneys, trying to see which one would be best for me. Then getting the paperwork of my finances and assets, and trying to get some information on Trents finances takes time. Between doing that and teaching this whole semester has been stressful. I'm trying and she needs to at least take that into consideration. Plus, getting Trent and I's prenuptial agreement to my attorney, I have to figure out my demands and stipulations for this divorce. I want this done properly and rushing a divorce is not going to benefit either party involved, including our daughter. 

Suddenly, Trent walked into our room and I forced a smile on my face. Rushing over to him, I tried to hug him and kiss him.

"Hey baby—." He stopped me and held his hand up, moving his head away from me. "Who were you just talking to on the phone, Beyoncé?"

"Trent, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Beyoncé, I heard part of the conversation. Who were you talking to? And I'm not gonna ask you again." He gritted at me. 

I stayed silent and he snatched my phone out of my hand and I immediately went after him.

"What is your problem!? Give me my phone, Trent!" I yelled, trying to slap him and take back possession of my phone.

"Get the fuck back." He said calmly as he pushed me away from him. 

I sighed deeply and watched as he tried to unlock my phone. "I changed my password." I smirked. "You can't get into it."

"Oh, I know. You've changed it three times in the last two months, Bey. I'm not stupid, I'm just trying to figure out which one you decided to use today." 

Oh shit. 

He ended up successfully unlocking my phone and I folded my arms over my chest. 

"Megan." He stated. "As in Thee Stallion, right?" He asked me. 

I rolled my eyes and continued to stay silent.

"I asked you a muthafuckin' question, Beyoncé." He said, getting in my face.

"Yes, but it was nothing serious." I told him. "Nothing is going on between Megan and I, Trent."

"Judging from the small part of the conversation I heard, it seemed pretty intense and serious. Your voice was very stern, telling her what she needed to do."

"Trent, I'm not about to do this with you." I said, walking away from him. He grabbed me back towards him and shook his head. 

"You're gonna do whatever I tell you. So what happened or is happening between you and Megan? Don't keep lying about it. When did this situation start?" He asked me.

He's on drugs if he thinks I'm about to run down detail by detail about Megan and I's situation and relationship. 

"Nothing has happened or is happening between Megan and I, Trent. How many times do I have to tell you this?" I questioned.

"Oh really? So nothing happened between you and Megan when you invited her here five months ago for that dinner? So how did our bathroom mirror get broken Beyoncé? You know, I knew some shit didn't feel right. How she was staring at you, calling you Bey, being all personal and shit. Then when she disappeared after you got up from the table, I knew something was up. Kelly and Michelle swore to me it wasn't what I thought and you just really weren't feeling well. Just when I was about to go and check on you, you came back to the table. I want to know what the fuck happened Beyoncé. Tell me, I deserve to know the fucking truth. I'm your husband, Bey."

"Nothing happened, Trent!" I yelled.

"Then how did the mirror get smashed, Beyoncé? Did she throw your ass up on the sink and manhandle you? Or was she hitting it so good from the back that you punched the fucking mirror?" He asked me, getting in my face, looking down at me and grabbing my arm.

I subtly gulped and shook my head. "You are so damn insecure. You're too old for this shit, Trent. You're really starting to piss me off with this infidelity nonsense."

"The only reason why I'm insecure, is because you fucking made me like this. Did you forget what you did to me? I've always been faithful to your ass, Bey! Even when I could've had bitches on my dick, but no, I wanted to be a good man for you. I try to trust you and you still can't be honest about yo shit. Is that why you refused to tell me who you cheated on me with the first time? Because it was Megan? And you brought her into our home—."

He let me go and threw his hands up, stopping himself from getting physical with me and punched a hole in the wall. 

"Are you crazy!?" I screamed.

"Nah, but you are. Keep fucking with me, Beyoncé. Stop fucking contacting her or I'm leaving you and taking our daughter with me." He threatened.

"Trent, if you want to leave, you can leave, but you will NOT take my daughter away from me." I said, walking closer to him.

"Oh, now she's only your daughter?" He scoffed.

"Yeah, that's right." I said, stepping in his face. "You might not even be her father, honestly." I lied to him. 

He raised his hand up to hit me and I squinted my eyes and dared him.

"Hit me, do it." I smirked. "It hurts doesn't it? I bet you want to choke me, don't you?" I asked.

He chuckled and lowered his hand. "You'll say anything to get out of this marriage, Bey. Instead of being upfront and honest with me. No matter what you say, I know Honour is mine. Not only did you give her my last name, but she looks like me and exactly like my sister. The next time some bullshit like that falls out of your mouth though, be prepared for the consequences." He warned me. 

He shook his head as he left out of our room and I threw my head back in frustration. I can't believe my marriage is crumbling right before my eyes, and the worse part about it, is that my marriage is over and I still don't have Megan. I ruined my marriage for her and she doesn't even want me. 

I felt the tears threatening to spill over and I quickly put my hands over my face and let out a muffled scream. Taking a few minutes to get my emotions together, I wiped my face of tears and went to go check on Honour, since Trent just brought her back home after running some errands with her. 

I'll worry about Megan and deal with her later.

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Megan Pete

I sat on my bed, typing up my paper for one of my summer classes. Though I'm only taking two classes over this summer break, it's still difficult for me to try to balance performances, rehearsals, traveling, events and partying while in school. But, I figured taking these two classes will push me further ahead and help me graduate faster while having a full-time demanding career. 

After completing the paragraph I was typing up, I heard my doorbell and frowned.

"Farris done lost his key again." I mumbled, shaking my head. 

I jumped off of my bed and made my way through my mansion, going downstairs. After becoming famous, I decided to move to LA, since that is where my career required me the most. I rented out a mansion in Beverly Hills that I fell in love with and I had my manager, who is like my brother, T. Farris, move in with me. We stay on opposite sides of the house, so we definitely have time to ourselves and are able to have peace and quiet as if we're in the house alone. 

Making my way to the front door, I swung it open, prepared to scorn Farris in a playful manner, but instead seen the Angel who gives me so much hell. 

"Beyoncé, what the hell!?" I yelled. "How do you even know where I live? Are you stalking me?" I questioned her with an attitude.

"I have ways of figuring out any information that I want and need to find out." She spoke with a smile.

How dare she pop up at my residence unannounced like this? We haven't spoken since I went off on her a week ago over the phone about Bagg and her divorce. She's been harassing me and trying to get me to talk to her, but I've only ignored her. I'm serious this time. I'm done with Beyoncé, until she proves to me that she's not playing me and she's actually getting a divorce.

"You're not happy to see me?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

"You know damn well I'm not happy to see you, Giselle. Stop playing game's right now. You show up here unannounced when I have never told you my address. What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked her.

"A lot, actually." She smirked. "Are you going to let me in? Or is your 'man' here?" She air-quoted. 

I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. "Don't start that bullshit. I can leave you standing out here and make you catch your flight back home. Before I let you in, I need you to tell me why you're here." I demanded.

She folded her arms over her chest and eyed me up and down. "We need to talk. That's why I'm here. And since you refuse to return my phone calls or respond to my texts, I decided to force you to have a civil conversation with me."

"I'm busy right now, Beyoncé, and I'm really not trying to argue with you and drain my energy when I have a paper to finish." I sighed.

"Let me in to talk to you and I can help you with your paper. It's not like I haven't helped you before." She smiled.

I bit the corner of my lip in deep thought. I really need this paper done, but I don't completely feel like writing it. Beyoncé has helped me before with a few of my papers and I always received A's on every last one of them. I can't believe she has me trying to barter with her right now. Her write my paper in exchange for letting her talk to me. She's slick, I'll give her that shit. 

"I don't want no bullshit, Beyoncé." I warned her.

"I'm not here to be on any bullshit, Megan. I'm only here to talk to you. Stop trying to act so hard with me." 

I rolled my eyes once more and stepped to the side to let her in. "Just to let you know, my manager is coming back soon, so we have to keep this strictly professional and nonsexual." I warned her. 

“That's fine." She spoke while walking inside of my mansion. I watched her walk sensually over the threshold and make her way through the foyer. Staring at her ass and what she was dressed in, I prayed she wouldn't get me caught up. 

I closed the door and walked over to her as she looked around the foyer. "You have a beautiful home here, Megan."

"Thank you." I spoke. "We can go to the living room." I spoke, walking up beside her. I led the way to my massive living room that was actually connected to another living room.

Once entering the living room, I motioned my hand to one of the couches and she subtly shook her head, declining my offer for her to take a seat. 

"Well, you have the floor." I spoke with an attitude.

"I just want to start by telling you how much I miss you and how much I love you." She spoke, making me become aggravated even more. 

I rolled my eyes hard as hell and folded my arms over my chest. 

Does she really love me? Does she love me more than her husband? Does she really miss me or just miss how available I was to her and how good I fucked her?

Beyoncé chuckled and gave me a small smile. "Let me tell you something Megan, you have one more time to roll your eyes at me like that before I get disrespectful and check you. This is the third time you've rolled your eyes at me within five minutes. I suggest you watch yourself or you won't like the outcome of this conversation." She pointed at me. 

"What are you going to do Beyoncé?" I laughed. "Huh? You don't intimidate me, you don't have that power and control over me anymore. I'm not that nineteen year old girl anymore, Beyoncé." I shook my head.

"You're sure not." She shook her head, smiling at me. She took a few steps towards me as she eyed me up and down and grabbed my face. Squeezing it gently, she looked into my eyes, holding a small smile on her face. "I've seen how much you've grown, baby, but remember who I am. We both know who the real daddy is in this dynamic. Sexually, I'll let you have it, but in any other aspect of our dynamic, I am clearly in charge and I have a power over you that you cannot deny."

"Get off of me." I gritted, slapping her hand down. "Your 'power' got you into this mess." I said, using air quotes. "You think you have a power over me, but look at how you came here, begging me to talk to you. Don't embarrass yourself, Professor." I fired back as the corners of her mouth relaxed and she held a light scowl on her face. 

"That mouth has definitely gotten even more disrespectful." She said, squinting her eyes at me. Forcing a smile onto her face and roughly grabbing my face once again, I quickly raised my hand to hit her arm to tell her to get off of me. But the look she gave me, let me know that if I touched her, there wasn't going to be a conversation. "You know not to touch me like that. You know better." She nodded. "Now, let's try this conversation without disrespect, shall we?"

I stared her down as my top lip twitched with annoyance and frustration. 

"I need a verbal answer from you, you know that. Let me know now if I'm gonna have to get you together and treat you like I did in my class when you were a sophomore, Megan. I have no problems, baby." She laughed.

"No." I gritted. "I won't be disrespectful." 

"Good." She smiled brightly, letting my face go, slightly pushing it in the process. I laughed, trying to keep my anger under control. 

"As I was saying, I've missed you and I do love you. You have to trust what I tell you, Megan. It takes time to get a divorce, especially in the state of Texas. Give me some grace here."

I sighed and shook my head. "How many times did you tell me you were going to make a decision about us when we first started messing around, Beyoncé? How long did it take you to finally realize you're in love with me and you wanted to be with me? It's hard for me to trust you, you don't exactly have a good track record." I explained.

"Which is understandable, but when did I ever tell you I was leaving Trent while you were in my class Megan? I may have stalled and took my time in trying to make a decision about you, but I've never lied to you. I never sold you false hopes, Megan. I've always pointed out the risks and weighed them. I told you that I wanted to wait until you were older. I never said that I was going to choose you and leave my man until five months ago when you popped back into my life. So believe me now when I tell you that I'm going to leave him. I'm not lying to you, I never have."

There was silence as we stared intensely at each other. I was trying to read her and really see if she was being honest with me, but I don't know, I can't fully trust Beyoncé after all the ups and downs we've been through. 

Suddenly, Bey pulled out her iPhone and started doing something on it. Soon enough, she pulled up a screenshot and showed it to me. 

"What is this?" I asked her.

"A draft of the petition I plan to file. If you really don't believe me, I can call my lawyer right now." 

I shrugged my shoulders and she shook her head. She put her phone on speaker as she called her lawyer. 

"Yes, Ms. Knowles, what can I do for you?" Her lawyer answered.

"Hi, Shiela, I'm here with someone who was querying about your services. Are you able to give a brief rundown of your education, what type of law you practice and how successful you have been in this field?"

She laughed modestly and cleared her throat. "Of course. As you know, my name is Shiela Johnson. I'm thirty-four years old. I received my bachelors in pre-law at Howard University, in which I obtained a 4.0 grade point average, and then went on to study at Howard Law, where my main area of focus was on Family and Juvenile law. I graduated there with a 3.9 and went on to take the bar exam. I passed, of course, and I am legally able to practice in the state of New York, Florida, Michigan, Texas, as well as Georgia and California. Though I do practice in other areas besides divorce, divorce is my specialty. I have a 97% success rate with my cases and on my way to making partner at my firm."

"Can you confirm that you are my lawyer, Ms. Johnson, and that you will be handling my divorce?"

"I, Shiela Johnson, am the lawyer that will be handling all aspects of Ms. Knowles' divorce."

"Thank you for doing this, Shiela, I know this is strange." Beyoncé chuckled.

"No, trust me, this actually happens more often than not. No worries. We do need to discuss a finding that I discovered in Mr. Dixson's assets, though. Are you available around 5pm?"

"Yes, and thank you again, Shiela. I'll talk with you later on."Beyoncé spoke. She tilted her head to the right as she said her final goodbyes to her lawyer and stared at me. "Are you satisfied, Megan?" She questioned me when the call ended.

"It's a start." I spoke. "I can't be one hundred percent confident until the divorce is finalized. Your actions in the past have made me weary, Beyoncé. You can't fault me for that."

She sighed and shook her head. "If you can't trust me and don't trust what I tell you, then why are we even trying to be in a relationship, Megan?" She questioned me.

"I don't know." I mumbled. "I do love you, but I'm tired, Beyoncé. I want all of you, not half of you. I want you to be fully committed to me, not partially, because you're married."

"And I understand that, I do, Megan." She said, grabbing my waist. "I want you, so damn bad and I'm trying. You have to give me credit. I'm proving to you that I'm serious about you, us and my divorce. I don't know what else I can do."

"I want him out of the picture, Beyoncé. I don't want him touching you, I don't want him to have access to your body and love on you the way I do."

She took a deep breath. "Give me time, just until I officially file the petition. I have to go about this carefully and not flaunt what I'm trying to do. I don't want him to get anything from me. I can't be laid up with you and he knows, while going through this divorce, Megan. That's only ammo for him to use against me in court."

"You have a pre-nup right? What are the stipulations of it?" I asked her.

"That we both walk away with whatever we came in our relationship with and we are to share responsibility of any children that we do have."

"So there's nothing about cheating and someone being able to take everything?" I verified.

"No, but if Trent can prove in court that I cheated on him and have been cheating on him, which is the reason for the divorce, don't think a judge won't take that into consideration and make me pay some type of alimony or spousal support with the money I have and make, Megan. I have more money than him and cheating will only further him being able to collect alimony from me." She explained.

"Damn..." I mumbled as I pondered on her situation.

Maybe I should give Beyoncé some grace. There's a lot more to her marriage than I thought. I wasn't aware of her husband's finances, nor the stipulations and minuscule things that go into a marriage and divorce. Perhaps she is trying and really is trying to go about this the best way possible and less messy as possible. 

"Do you get it now? I'm stressing here, Megan. I have to worry about Honour and how Trent and I are going to be civil in co-parenting, I have to deal with Trent constantly arguing with me and demanding sex from me, then you're obviously upset with me and I'm trying to please everyone and do things the best way possible. This is a very precarious situation."

"I see that now..." I mumbled. "I can give you some time and grace, but if you play me, Beyoncé—."

"That's not going to happen, especially if I'm going through all of this, Megan. I wouldn't go through all of this stress to play with you, baby." She shook her head. 

Grabbing my right hand, she gave it a reassuring squeeze as she stared into my eyes.

"You know I love you, right?" She asked me.

"Mhmmmm." I hummed out as I nodded my head. 

"I need a verbal answer from you, Megan. You know I love you, right?" She asked me again.

"Yes, Bey." I mumbled.

"Good. Don't ever question that." She leaned up to my face and kissed my lips gently. "I love you so much, Megan." She whispered against my lips.

"I love you too, even though you work my nerves like no other with all your drama and baggage." I smirked playfully at her.

She chuckled and told me to hush before placing another kiss on my lips. I stared at her, pulling her body closer to mines, so our chests were touching. Running my hands along her lower back and ass, she stared back at me and every few seconds she would kiss me.

"I missed you so much." She spoke lowly. 

"You needed that reality check. I lit a fire under ya ass, didn't I?" I laughed. "You saw that I was serious and acted accordingly."

She sucked her teeth and kissed my chin one time, before kissing all over my face. 

"You...didn't...do..a...damn...thing." She said in between her kissing on me. 

"I did." I said confidently. 

Squeezing on her ass, she forced her head into my neck and I felt the tip of her tongue trail along my neck, making me shutter at the contact. 

"Beyoncé." I whispered.

"Hmmmm?" She hummed out, dragging her tongue up to my jaw line and sliding it along it. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, thinking about how long I've been without Beyoncé. Bagg is just a fill in, honestly, and a way to keep my options open, but he does have good dick. Despite how good he is, it just doesn't compare to Beyoncé and her sensual touch. She does something to me, to my body, that no one else can replicate, no matter how good they can fuck. 

"Yoncé..." I spoke breathlessly, barely audible. 

"It's been so long since I've heard that, baby." She groaned. "Let me have my way with you."

I can't. I know I can't. I shouldn't. Beyoncé still isn't divorced. I promised myself that I was not going to have sex with her until her divorce is finalized. Allowing her to have sex with me is just going to feel like our past all over again. The same cycle of sex, breaking up, then Beyoncé needing more time to deal with her situation and me being left confused and heart broken. I can't do this again. 

Beyoncé kissed my lips before whispering in my ear how bad she wanted to eat me. But it wasn't just a typical conversation of her wanting to give me head. It was the way she ran it down to me and gave me a very descriptive detail by detail scenario of everything she planned on doing. If I wasn't already wet, I'm sure I am now.

"Stopppp." I groaned, trying to pull away from her, but she grabbed the back of my neck and held me in place.

She knew she was getting me worked up to a place of no return. Beyoncé is determined to get me in bed and though I don't want to, she might accomplish doing it. 

"I want you to drip out on my tongue, right now." Beyoncé whispered huskily in my ear.

I stared at her with a shocked expression as she held a seductive look on her face. She's serious right now. Beyoncé has never been this dominant and freaky with me. It's kinda throwing me for a loop, but turning me on so damn much.

Without another word, Beyoncé squatted down in front of me and grabbed my waist, starting to kiss on my stomach.

"Woah, Beyoncé, not here." I moaned. 

"I want it now, so let me get it right here or take me to your bedroom." She looked up at me and I bit my bottom lip.

"What about my paper?" I whined. "We can't do this right now."

"When is your paper due?" She asked me.

"In like five days. But you know with summer classes, that's literally like two days, that's it. These classes go by with the speed of light."

"I'll work on it after this. I promise." She smiled at me.

"You won't be too tired?" I asked.

"I'll be fine, Megan. I've been craving you for so long, I'll still have pent up energy after." She assured me.

I can't believe Beyoncé is getting her way once again. I can't handle this woman, she really is my weakness.

*

Beyoncé Knowles

I came back up to Megan's face and smiled as she had her eyes closed, still trying to come down from her high. I kissed her, letting her taste herself and she moaned and grabbed my ass roughly, squeezing it as hard as she could. I moaned against her lips and positioned myself in between her legs. 

Pulling away from her lips, I stared at her and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Did you love my mouth baby? You like what I did with it?" I asked her sweetly.

She let out a low moan and nodded her head. "I love your mouth, Yoncé. You got hella skills, baby." She reached for my lips and tasted them once more, making me smile.

"Tell me how many times Yoncé's mouth made you cum, baby." I whispered against her lips.

"Four timessss." She groaned out as I started rubbing myself against her core.

She looked down to watch my movements and I grabbed her face. "Four times, hm? How many times has your man done that?" I asked her in a cocky manner with a slight smirk.

Megan shook her head and looked into my eyes. "Never. No one has ever done that."

I chuckled and kissed her lips. "Now, are you ever going to lie to me again and say your man sexes you better than me?" I asked her.

"No, never, baby." She promised, making me smile. 

Grabbing her thighs, I spread them open wider and moved my legs into a sideways split on top of her, giving me the perfect angle to access her clit. 

I leaned my head down, kissing Megan again and she ended up biting my lip, making me pull away from her as I pressed my core against hers. 

"Beyoncé." She moaned, slowly opening her eyes. Her mouth dropped as she looked down and seen how my body was pressed against hers. Her eyes shifted back up to mine and she gave my ass another squeeze. 

"It's so wet, Yoncé.." She said breathlessly.

I smiled, hearing my name roll off of her tongue. It's like music to my ears. 

"That's right, baby. Let my name linger on your sweet lips and tongue. Say my name. Tell me what I want to hear, baby." I whispered.

I started thrusting against her as I kissed on her face and neck and reached for her hands that were placed firmly on my ass. Grabbing them, I removed her hands off of me and intertwined my fingers with hers.

I felt her acrylics press deep into the back of my hands and her squeeze my fingers in between hers.

"Oh, baby." Megan gasped.

"What is it? Huh?" I asked her while kissing on her lips. 

"Your sex...." She mumbled as I thrusted harder against her clit. "You tha best, baby. My god, your pussyyyy." She threw her head back with her mouth agape and I smiled in satisfaction. "Oh fuck..." She moaned out deeply, snatching her hands away from mine. She grabbed at my neck, choking me and I closed my eyes. 

"What's my name, baby?" I asked her.

"Daddyoncé, baby." She said in a pitchy manner.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her. That was definitely something new. 

"Daddy what?" I asked her.

"Daddyoncé, shit baby, oh my god!" She screamed, looking up at me. Choking me harder, she slipped her pointer finger into my mouth and I accepted the intrusion with no problem. Sucking on her finger, Megan allowed all types of groans and grunts to leave her mouth while also mumbling things that were inaudible to me.

I moaned and grinded against Megan harder and faster, feeling myself coming close. Placing my hands on her chest, up near her collarbone, I balanced myself and went into overdrive.

"Yonceééé! Youabouttamakemecum!" She rushed out.

"Me too, baby." I moaned.

My movements got shorter and faster while Megan went crazy and started fucking me back as fast as she could. The feeling was all too much and the way her hand was tightening around my neck sent me to a euphoric state. Moaning nonstop and closing my eyes, I felt my senses become heightened and I screamed before there was a loud ringing in my ears, blocking out any other sounds.

I came back to when I could no longer breathe and opened my eyes looking at Megan losing control. I constantly slapped my hand against her chest and bit down on her finger to get her attention and get her to stop choking me.

"Ow, Bey!...oh, shit." Megan said frantically, removing her hand from my throat. "I'm sorry, Bey."

I coughed a little bit, trying to even out my breathing and smirked at her lowkey. Even though I couldn't breathe, that was sexy as hell. I leaned down and kissed her passionately and started riding Megan with a vengeance. She really makes something come over me when we have sex and she chokes me like that.

"Stop before I cum again." Megan moaned into my mouth. 

I ignored her and continued to ride her with power and with a quickness. 

"Beyoncé Giselle." She moaned deeply, trying to push me off of her. 

"Unh unh, don't do that. Talk to me, baby, what is it?" I asked her.

She whined and threw her head back, grabbing onto my arms. Digging her nails into my skin, I bit my lip feeling complete pleasure from the pain.

"Oh my god." She said as I felt her hands start to get shaky. "Marry me, Beyoncé. I'm proposing to you right now, marry me." She moaned out. "It's too good, marry me, Bey."

I started laughing and leaned down to her face. "Are you serious? Or are you just talking because you're about to cum so good?"

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck! Yes, I'm serious, oh my god your pussy is out of this world! Marry me! Marry me, no one else can have you! This pussy is mines!" She gritted slapping my ass repeatedly as hard as she could. 

I moaned, bucking my hips even more at her and kissed her lips. "I have to wait for my divorce babe." I mumbled against her lips. "And you don't even have a ring yet." I chuckled.

"I don't care, I don't care. Just say you're gonna marry me. Are you gonna marry me?" She said breathlessly, wrapping her arms around me. 

"Yes." I kissed her. "I'll marry you..after..my...divorce." I said in between peppering kisses all over her lips and face.

"That's good enough. I fucking love your sexy ass." She gritted before flipping us over, so she was now on top of me.

"Oh.." I moaned at her strength and aggression. I watched her carefully as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, thrusting against me like never before. 

"Shit, Megan! You're gonna make me cum again." I cried out to her. Pushing my hands against her shoulders, I tried to get her to slow down and ease up. 

"Move." She gritted, swatting my hands away as she opened her eyes and stared me down.

"Meg—."

"Hush. I'm in control now." 

I ran my hands up to her neck and pulled her down into me, kissing her. I just know we're both about to cum so good.

It only took about two minutes before Megan and I couldn't take anymore. And with me whispering nasty, freaky shit in her ear to gain the upper hand and be in control once again, she ended up squirting first, with me following right behind her. 

"Giselle..." She called out for me after about five minutes of us laying in complete silence, trying to recover.

"Shhh." I spoke, placing a finger to her lips. "Night, night, baby." I whispered before kissing her forehead.

She groaned as her eyes got lower and I smiled to myself, basking in what I just did to her. Pussy knocked her out stone cold.

I don't care what Megan says, I'm more daddy than she thinks. The power I have over her is evident with what just happened.

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I stirred in my sleep and turned my head to the left. Soon, I felt Bey's hand rubbing my back soothingly, probably trying to get me to go back to sleep and I groaned. Blinking my eyes open slowly, I seen her already staring at me with a smile. 

"You should be sleeping." She commented.

"So should you." I mumbled.

"I have to write your paper and I'm actually not tired yet." She admitted. 

I noticed her typing on a MacBook that wasn't mine and I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Is that yours?" I questioned.

"Yes, you didn't notice earlier, but my rental car is parked outside." She laughed. "I brought my clothes and schoolwork with me." I eyed her up and down and noticed that she was in different attire, Ivy Park. "I hope you don't mind." She spoke up. "I made myself familiar with your mansion and used your bathroom to shower and everything."

"No, that's fine. You'll be sharing this mansion with me soon, so you should get familiar with it." I said.

"Oh really?" She looked over at me with a smirk.

"Yes, really. In case you forgot, we're engaged now. You accepted my proposal."

Bey started laughing and I got off of my bed, but not without her slapping my ass. "Should that really count, baby? Pussy is blinding. We were both blinded."

"I may have been a little blinded, but I meant everything I said. You're mines."

"Megan...you better quit talking like this while you're naked, because we can go again and elope to Vegas if what you're saying is true."

I smiled and bent down to grab my panties off of the floor. "I'm ready when you are." I teased her as I pulled up my thong. 

"Jovon..." She gave me her signature glare and eyebrow combo, that let me know she was serious and she had enough of my playing and teasing. 

I'm down for us going to Vegas though, but they won't allow us to get married, if she's already married to someone, so as soon as her little divorce is over, if she doesn't want to wait and elope, I'm all for it. 

"Fine. You have to get divorced first anyway." I laughed. 

"Yes, and you have to actually get me a ring." She laughed.

"Whateva." I rolled my eyes playfully. "I'll be back, I have to go clean myself up."

"Okay." She nodded. 

I could give Beyoncé a ring pop as a ring and she would accept it, so she needs to stop playing. She doesn't care about no ring.

*

I slipped my graphic tee over my head and took a quick picture, before going over to my bed.

"How did you even know what topic to write about?" I asked Beyoncé while climbing up on my bed. Crawling over to Beyoncé on all fours, I peeked at her MacBook and seen her working on page ten of this paper she's writing for me. She works fast. I can't believe she's been up this whole time doing this. 

"Your Macbook was unlocked, so I looked at what you had written and seen the prompt." She replied.

"Hmmm." I nodded my head. "How long was I sleep?" I asked her. 

"For a good little bit." She said, pausing her typing and looking over at me with a smile. "You knocked out at around five and you woke up almost two hours ago, so around midnight."

"You need to take a break, Bey." I encouraged her.

"I'm almost done. All I have to do is go through and edit and proofread. I'm fine." She assured me with a bright smile.

"You hungry?" I asked her.

"Why? Are you going to cook me something?" She laughed.

"Actually, I could."

"Ooo, the pussy is that good, huh? You're gonna cook for me at two in the morning after you've been knocked out cold, because of my good sex? If that ain't sprung, then I don't know what is." She laughed.

"Hush, because you're sprung too." I sassed her. "You stayed up all night planning and typing up a paper for me. So stop it."

She rolled her eyes and stayed silent, making me smile. "Exactly. Now are you hungry?"

"I could use something light. Not a big meal or anything."

"Done." I said, leaning into her face. I kissed her lips twice and got off of my bed. "I'll be back." I told her.

"Okay, thank you." She said.

"Of course, wifey." I teased, giving her a wink before leaving my bedroom. 

I decided to cook Beyoncé and I some burgers and fries that I had in my deep freezer and got to work. Putting on a random playlist, I connected my phone up to my speaker in the kitchen and played it at a low volume as I got everything prepared. 

After about an hour, I completed my homemade key lime pie I also decided to make for Bey, last minute, after taking out the burgers and fries from the freezer. Now I can finally start focusing on the main course.

I nodded my head, hearing Ginuwine's Pony beat start playing throughout the kitchen. Swaying my hips as his voice flowed from the speakers, I flipped the burgers in the skillet as I sung along to Ginuwine. 

"If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony, my saddle's waitin', come and jump on it—."

"Look at you, so sprung." I heard. "I really have you making me food at two in the morning while you're singing sexual, love songs." I turned my head to see her grinning at me and I rolled my eyes and looked back down at the burgers. I felt her hands wrap around my waist and her lean her head over my shoulder.

"Beyoncé, don't make me throw this food out." I sassed her, looking to the right to see her in my peripheral.

She laughed and leaned her chin in the nape of my neck. "I'm playing with you. What are you making me, though?" She asked me. 

"A burger and some fries. I also have a homemade keylime pie for you."

"Oh really?" She questioned. "I got it like that baby?" She laughed. "A homemade key lime pie from scratch?"

I shook my head, trying not to laugh. Yes, Beyoncé has me sprung. It's undeniable, but I'm not going to take too much more of her teasing me, when I know that she's just as sprung as I am. 

"Yes." I admitted. "And yes, from scratch, except the pie crust." I giggled.

"I love you." She said, placing a kiss to my neck. "I can't believe you went through all of this for me at this time of day. That's crazy, Megan." She laughed. "And I'm not about to eat all of this, Meg, I feel bad."

"That's fine." I shrugged. "I just want you to have something in your stomach. You worked up quite the appetite, I'm sure." I smiled to myself.

"Mmmm." Beyoncé hummed, before placing another kiss to my neck. "You could definitely say that." She pressed her body harder against me and I swayed my ass back against her as the chorus of Pony started again. 

"If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony, my saddle's waitin', come and jump on it." I sung. 

"You want me to ride you again or something? You singing this song right now while doing this nice gesture, I don't know, it seems as though you want to get something started again, hm?" She questioned. 

"Shit, if you're offering, I'm not going to turn it down. I'm slaving over a hot stove for your fine ass, so yes, I deserve some more pussy and I want you to ride tha fuck outta me. I also want some money too, but I'll just take the pussy for now." I joked.

"Oh, so you're trickin' now?" Bey laughed. "You want me to pay you for some pussy? I gotchu, baby. She spoke lowly. "Those few little dollas ain't gon hurt me. I'll throw 'em your way."

I titled my head to the side to get a good look at her face. I was only joking, but she's really acting like she doesn't have a problem paying me and acting like I'm some beggin' ass hoe on the corner.

"Beyoncé, don't play with me." I straight faced her.

She started laughing and grabbed my face. "Calm down, I'm only playing with you. Cry baby."

"Giselle, I'm two seconds from popping you with this hot ass spatula." I threatened her, waving it in the air. "I'm not no cry baby."

"Could've fooled me." She giggled. 

I bumped her back from me with my ass and she started laughing even harder.

"I see how it is, that's fine, Jovon." She giggled, moving away from me. I frowned and looked back at her as I seen her leaning against the island, watching me with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and turned back around to finish up the burgers. 

It only took a few more minutes before they were done, so I turned the stove top burner off and walked over to Bey. Roughly grabbing her hips, I forced her up onto the island countertop and she smiled at how aggressive I was being with her and took her phone out that was in her legging's pocket and threw it down onto the counter. 

"You betta watch yaself, Beyoncé." I warned her.

She placed her hands on my neck and pulled me closer between her thighs. "I was only playing, stop acting like a big baby." She whispered. 

"You better have been just playing." I sassed her. 

She laughed and I leaned in closer to her face and pecked her lips a few times. "Is the food done?" She asked me.

"Mhmmmm..." I nodded, kissing her lips once more. "You ready ta eat?" I asked her.

"Yes, I can't wait to taste your pie." She smirked. "Are you ready to eat?"

"Yes, but it's not what I cooked." I said, briefly looking down between her inner thighs, then looking back up at her face. "And I most definitely have another pie you can eat, baby." I whispered. 

"Ooo, you're so nasttyyyy." Bey mumbled against my lips. I kissed her and she grabbed my face and slowly pulled away from my lips. "I love it." 

I smiled and smashed my lips against hers, making her moan. Running my hands along the sides of her thighs and making my way up to her waist, she threw her head back, moaning breathlessly. I forced my face into her neck, kissing on it and maneuvered my hand into her leggings. Teasing her to arouse her even more, I brushed my acrylics along her left inner thigh and pinched it gently. Beyoncé gasped and pulled on my chin to make me look up at her. 

"Do it, Megan." She begged me. 

"Right now?" I questioned with a smile.

"Now." She said deeply. 

Without hesitation, I slid her panties to the side, just enough to uncover her hole for me. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly and forced my face into her chest. I licked at the top of her breasts as I worked my fingers at a good rhythm. 

"Yessss, Megan. I love the way you do me." She moaned out.

"And I love how wet you get for me and grip my fingers, Bey." I spoke lowly. Placing light kisses to the top of her breasts, she removed her arms from my neck and I subtly shifted my eyes up to her. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back, trying to get herself stable by leaning both of her hands back on the island counter behind her. 

"Bounce, baby." I encouraged her, knowing that's what she was planning on doing.

She let out a sexual sigh and slowly started bouncing up and down on my fingers. I could feel her wetness coating the full length of my fingers and I gently grabbed her neck with my left hand. Watching her, I could tell she was in another world. She started bucking her hips while still bouncing, moaning my name like crazy. 

"What you cookin—WOAAAHH!" I heard. "Shit, my bad." I turned my head to see Farris looking at me, trying so hard not to look at Beyoncé and the compromising position I had her in.

"Shit, Farris." I mumbled, quickly pulling my fingers out of Bey. 

I looked at Beyoncé who had a hand over her face, looking down, clearly embarrassed.

"My fault sis, forreal. I smelled food and wanted to know what you were makin' at this time of mornin'...I ain't know you was gonna be tied up..." He took a glimpse at Bey and I squinted my eyes at him.

"Uhm, Beyoncé, this is my manager, T. Farris. He's like my brother and stays on the other side of the mansion." I spoke up.

"We met earlier." She finally raised her head up and looked at me before looking at Farris.

"How you doin' Farris?" Bey smiled small.

"Uh...great! A lil hungry though." He spoke. It fell to an awkward silence and I placed my hand on Bey's thigh and rubbed it in a comforting manner. I leaned into her neck and wrapped my arms around her waist. 

"It's okay." I mumbled. "Don't be embarrassed." I quickly kissed her neck and Farris cleared his throat. Looking over at him, I gave him a look and he smiled big.

"Well, since y'all are busy right now, you wouldn't mind me taking some of this food would you?"

I tried to hold in my laugh and shook my head. "Take the damn food, Farris." I gritted.

"Aight, bet!" He clapped his hands together and rubbed them before grabbing a plate. 

I looked at Beyoncé who had a huge grin on her face, trying not to laugh. 

“You know—." He started, but stopped himself. "I'm not even gon' say that. But yall be safe and eat good." He spoke, looking at me. "I know Megan will." I heard him mumble lowly.

I smiled, trying not to bust out laughing and squinted my eyes at him as he finished gathering the rest of his food and some fries from the air fryer. "Night." He smirked at Bey and I, making me shake my head with a smile.

"Good night, Farris. And don't bring ya ass back to this kitchen, negro."

"I won't." He assured me as he started walking out of the kitchen. 

Shaking my head when he disappeared, I looked at Bey and she started laughing. "Don't mind him, Bey."

"Alright, but maybe we should finish this later. That was so embarrassing and I know he heard me loud and clear." She said.

"It's okay. I'm sure he didn't mind and he won't say anything, trust." I promised her. 

"Still, Megan."

"Just a lil bit." I whispered. She stared at me and sighed. I kissed her lips and grabbed onto the waistband of her leggings, trying to maneuver them down her legs. 

"Megan." Beyoncé called out out for me, but I ignored her.

"Help me get them down." I demanded, grabbing her ass with my left hand and trying to lift her up so I could fully pull her leggings down. She sighed and leaned back on her hands, thrusting her hips in the air, so I could get them off then sat back down. 

"Are you sure we won't get caught again, Megan?" Bey asked me as I bent down in front of her. 

"We won't get caught." I promised her, grabbing underneath her thighs and slightly holding them up in the air. Without another word, I forced my face between her legs and slowly licked her core with one stroke of my tongue. Beyoncé immediately wrapped her legs around my shoulders and grabbed my head, forcing me deeper. 

Oh, this is going to be so good. 

*

I brushed my tongue against her clit as I bobbed my head slightly, sucking on it. 

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh, Megan, shiiiiittt!" Bey screamed, yanking my head down some more and running her other hand along the back of my neck. "Oh, babyyyy." I heard her voice quiver. 

"Mmmm." I hummed against her. 

Suddenly, I heard something vibrating violently, but I continued on my destructive path.

"Shit! Megan, Megan, Megan, stop!" She said frantically, slapping at the back of my neck.

I looked up at her, confused as hell, and she held up her phone. "It's Trent, we have to stop. I don't want him to hear anything or suspect anything."

I groaned frustratedly and stood up, pissed as hell. Here this nigga goes ruining something else for me. I'm about sick of his ass. 

"Just a few minutes." Bey held her finger up.

Shaking my head, I stepped back from her and she got down off of the counter and picked up her leggings and panties before disappearing out of the kitchen.

"Hey, baby." I heard her say, making me shake my head. I can't wait until this divorce is over. I'm tired of sharing Bey with his ass. 

I decided to make Bey and I's plates of food and bring them up to my bedroom after I put everything else left over away. Entering my bedroom, I seen Bey, relaxing on my bed, now fully dressed, and I rolled my eyes and put our plates down on my table I had over by my couch in my mini living room area in my room.

Going over towards Bey, I climbed onto my bed quietly and sat on my knees in front of her. She eyed me up and down and I slowly took my graphic tee off and threw it onto the floor, freeing myself.

"Uh huh, baby." Beyoncé mumbled, trying to stay focused on her conversation and not get distracted while staring me down. I watched her bite down on her lip and I grabbed her left hand and pulled it up to my mouth. Slipping her ring finger into my mouth, I sucked on it before pulling it out and placing it on my left harden nipple, making Bey shudder. 

"Huh?" She mumbled on the phone.

I smirked and leaned into her and forced my body against hers. "Please, don't." She whispered. 

I smiled devilishly and made my way down her body, yanking on her leggings again. This phone call is taking too damn long. Ain't that much to talk about, especially if they've been beefing how Beyoncé said they have.

"I'm not." Beyoncé said. "Trent, I'm listening to you, you don't need to do that." I seen her pull the phone away from her ear and sigh. Hearing the FaceTime chime, I'm sure Trent is a little suspicious and is trying to figure out why Bey isn't giving him her undivided attention. "Oh my god. Megan, please don't do anything and stay quiet, please." Bey pleaded.

"Okay." I nodded my head.

Bey answered the FaceTime call and I successfully pulled her leggings and panties off and threw her clothes onto the floor.

"What are you doing right now? You seem distracted. You with somebody?" I heard Trent ask.

"No, I'm in the hotel room, like I told you."

He sighed. "That's a nice ass hotel room, from what I can see. The designer bedframe and all."

"Mhm, they gave me a really nice room." Bey nodded her head.

I went down and continued on my mission I was trying to complete earlier. I felt Bey grab for my head, but I swatted her hand away and forced my face between her thighs. 

"Oh..." She spoke.

"You okay?" Trent asked her. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She whispered.

"So, what were you telling me this trip is for?" He asked her.

"It's umm....a-a seminar for my field of study." She stuttered. "The university decided it would be good for me to go. Um, have you called Kelly to check up on Honour? I spoke to her earlier and she said that she was doing good." Bey gritted, grabbing and scratching violently at my head, trying to get me to stop.

"Yeah, I talked to Kelly. I still don't think you should've left Honour with Kelly, Bey."

She sighed and pushed on my forehead. "I had to go to the airport Trent. You were at work." She said breathlessly. "What? So you wanted me to drop our child off to you while you were flipping a house with all those tools, random men and dirt everywhere? Think, Trenttt." She said, trying to catch herself and play off her moaning.

I giggled lowly and forced her pussy up to my face even more to get a better angle to eat. 

"Here we go." He complained. 

"Fuck....damn." Beyoncé whimpered, pulling my hair violently to the left.

"What?" Trent asked.

"N-Nothing, look, I have to go. Call me tomorrow." She tried to say without moaning, which was a struggle. I could still hear her slightly moaning in the undertone of her voice.

"Aight man, I love you." He said.

"Mhm, you too." Beyoncé said, pushing on my head. 

"Hell nah." Trent said. "Who you with, Beyoncé?"

"What are you talking about?" Bey said with a clear attitude.

"Any other time you say you love me too. Now you don't want to say it."

"I don't have time for this, Trent, damn." I felt Bey yank me by my hair again and ball a good chunk of it into her fist. 

"Tell me you love me." I heard him say. 

Suddenly, Beyoncé put her phone down and pulled on my hair even more, looking down at me. "Stop trying to make me cum. You need to stop right now. I'm not playing with you. He's getting suspicious, so you need to stop." She warned me. 

"Hello? Beyoncé!" He yelled. 

"I shouldn't have to hide and do this shit, Beyoncé." I said, sitting up. "I've made it clear that you are mines, I don't care about him or how he feels. I should be able to eat you out any time I want to, not stop, because he calls."

She grabbed my face and pulled it closer to hers, staring deep into my eyes. "And I know baby, I know. But think about me. This divorce. You want me paying him out the ass in alimony every month, because he finds out I'm taking a trip to see you? Huh? Money that could go towards our family?" She questioned me. 

"No, Bey. I would never want that for you." I shook my head.

"Beyoncé!" Trent continued to yell.

"Are you on mute?" I asked her.

"Yes." She nodded her head. "And good. So don't think about him, fuck him, think about me and what it'll do if he finds out I'm here with you right now, Megan. Please, please, please. For me, not him, but for me, please, you have to stop." She begged me. 

"Beyoncé! What the fuck are you doing!?" He yelled.

I searched her eyes and sighed. "Fine. But after your phone call, we need to have a serious conversation. I'm not going to keep sneaking around and hiding from his bitch ass. You're my woman and he's gonna have to deal."

"Okay, baby." She kissed my lips and let my face go before picking up her phone and dealing with her husband.

"What the fuck are you doing man!?" He asked her.

"Nothing Trent. You better calm down before I hang up on you." Beyoncé pointed at him. 

I shook my head and pulled her some by her legs and made her legs wrap around my waist. "You deserve better, Bey. Why are you wasting time on this clown?" I whispered.

She put her finger over her lips and gave me a saddened look before focusing back on him. 

"Who the fuck has you distracted, Bey!? Who you talking to!?" Trent yelled.

"I'm looking at the damn television, Trent. I can't watch tv now? You still want to control me even when I'm in another state? What is your problem? I'm really getting sick of this shit!" Beyoncé said, sitting up straight.

Finally, she's letting him have it. He doesn't deserve her and I don't like the way he talks to her or treats her. He better be careful before I have to end up putting my hands on him. 

"You can't be trusted, Beyoncé! That's why! You've been squirming and shit since we been on the phone. If you're with someone else, reveal the person." 

I don't think he wants that. He's gonna end up crying if I pop out and he sees me on this FaceTime. 

"I'm not in the mood for this bullshit. There's no one with me, I'm in a hotel, Trent. Don't call me until you realize how to talk to me respectfully." Beyoncé said.

I smiled, proud of her. Even though Bey is doing him wrong, I just don't like the way he talks to her and treats her. She hasn't given him any reason to think she's with me or someone else right now.

"You're not getting off this damn phone until you tell me you love me." 

"Trent...if you're that suspicious and think I'm with someone right now because I didn't say 'I love you', why have I said your name throughout this whole conversation? You're focused on the wrong thing, right now." She shook her head. "And I don't have time for it. Come correct when you're talking to me."

Beyoncé is so sexy when she acts like this. Dominant, just daddy as fuck. 

I leaned into her and carefully started kissing on her neck in a way I wouldn't be captured on FaceTime with the way Bey was holding her phone. 

"I gotta go. Goodbye Trent." 

She threw her phone on the bed and grabbed my face. "You just can't help yourself can you? I told you to stop and wait, Megan." She whined. 

"You're so sexy when you put that nigga in his place. I knew he wouldn't see me. If I really didn't give a fuck, I would've kissed you on your lips and waved at his ass after I did." I laughed. 

"Bad ass. Come here." She laughed, pulling me closer into her. "I love you." She said, cradling me in her arms. 

"I love you more. So you need to hurry up and leave him. I'm not going to keep doing this and hiding from him when you're my woman. Got it? This is your ultimatum, him or me. I'm not going to keep waiting."

"Mhm." She nodded with a smirk. "I've already chosen you. Just stick beside me." She pecked my lips and I sighed.

I swear, Beyoncé and her lawyer better wrap this shit up within the next couple of months. I can't keep dealing with this shit. 

Beyoncé's phone started ringing and I groaned. "Oh my god, what tha fuck!?" I said, moving off of her. 

"Give me a minute, baby."

"I know that ain't who I think it is." I said, slapping the back of my left hand into the palm of my right. "We just had a conversation about this shit, Bey, not even a minute ago. I'm sick of this shit!"

"I know. Let me deal with him then I'll handle you, I promise."

I sucked my teeth and got off of my bed to go get my food, which is probably cold by now. I can't believe this shit. 

"What?" I heard Beyoncé say as the signature FaceTime chime sounded once she answered the call.

"We need to talk, forreal."

"We just talked, Trent. I have nothing to say to you, especially since you don't know how to talk to me. Disrespectful niggas don't get to talk to me."

"I'm sorry, babe. I just miss you. I'm frustrated. We haven't had sex in two months, Bey. You're distant, I just want my wife back."

I looked back at Beyoncé to find her already staring at me. She knows I'm pissed. She gave me a sympathetic look before getting off of my bed and going towards my bathroom. 

"I get that Trent, but you don't need to act like that towards me. The conversation was fine, then you flipped on me like a damn maniac." I heard her say. 

Once I heard her voice fade out, I put my plate down and went towards my bathroom. I pushed my ear up to the door to hear what they were talking about.

"I'm sorry, Bey. I need you baby. I'm frustrated and you're not helping, looking so damn good." He tried to sweet talk her.

I wanted to gag. This nigga is really a pathetic clown. He has no game whatsoever, which is why it was so easy to steal his wife from him. 

"What do you want me to do, Trent? You expect me to have sex with you through the phone?" I heard Bey ask.

"You're acting like we've never had phone sex. You know exactly what to do and say to get me there, stop playing."

"You don't deserve phone sex after the way you just talked to me." 

I slowly turned the doorknob and thank god she didn't lock the door. I pushed the door open carefully and I noticed Beyoncé lower her phone before looking back at me. No way she's about to make this nigga nut without me being right there fucking the shit out of her. I shouldn't even let this shit slide, but at least he's not physically touching her. She can get him off with some moans and that's it. As long as he's not touching her, I'll take one for the team, but this is not going to become a regular thing.

Beyoncé put her phone face down on my bathroom counter and I grabbed her roughly and forced her clothes off of her body.

"Bey?"

"Mhmmm." She said as I forced her up on the counter and forced myself between her legs. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed at my back. I stared at her and plunged two fingers deep inside of her, making her scream out.

"Bey, baby?" Trent asked

"Uh huhhhh!" She moaned out.

"Oh, you started? We doing this?" Trent asked her.

"Yessssss, oh fuck!" She screamed, digging her nails into my back as I finger popped that pussy as fast and as rough as I possibly could. 

"This will never happen again." I whispered in her ear. "Do you hear me? You're not going to make this nigga cum again."

She nodded her head and I looked at her face to see her eyes filled with nothing but lust. She pulled me closer into her and kissed me nastily, making me moan. Trent has no idea that his wife is gonna be screaming, not because she's thinking about him and fucking herself, but because of me. Truly a weak, pathetic nigga.

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Beyoncé Knowles

I rested on the edge of one of Megan's little decor chairs in her room after taking a shower and completing my morning routine. Megan is now in the shower, getting herself together, so I decided to take this time to contact Kelly to check on my precious little baby, Honour. Facetiming Kelly, I was so excited to see my baby's face.

"Hello, Ms. Knowles." Kelly answered the phone with a bright smile. 

"Hey Kelly." I laughed. "How's my baby? Where is she?" I rushed out.

"Relax, she's laying right here." Kelly laughed at me and my anxiousness. She flipped the camera onto Honour, who was kicking her legs and had her fist in her mouth.

"Tell your mommy, hi." Kelly said.

"Hi, baby!" I said excitedly. "Mommy misses youuu!" I cooed at her.

She smiled at me and kicked her legs faster, making me melt. I don't know where I would be without my baby. I just can't imagine my life without her. It's crazy to believe that only eight months ago, she wasn't even here, but now I can't even imagine what life was like without her previously. It's so weird. 

"See, she's in great hands." Kelly grinned. "So, what have you been doing, BB? Or should I say WHO have you been doing?" She raised her eyebrow and had a Cheshire cat like smile, which caused me to bust out laughing. Kelly is really a mess.

"Nothing much, Kelly." I shook my head. "And I think you know who I've been doing, extremely well in fact. But I ended up writing Megan's paper that's due in a few days for one of her Summer classes, so that's what I've been doing."

"Oh my god, Bey! You are so sprung, it doesn't make no typa sense! That girl still has you writing her papers? How many papers have you written for her, huh? What number is this?"

I put my hand up, stopping her from shading me any further. "First of all." I started with a roll of my eyes. "I offered, and secondly, this is only like the third or fourth paper I've helped her with. All the other papers, Megan had input, contributed to the rough draft and wrote hefty portions of her own paper. This is the first paper of hers where I took creative control and let my own ideas take over." I stated proudly.

"And you smiling about it." She shook her head. "Regardless of how you flip it, it's Plagiarism, BB. And you know TSU is big on Plagiarism, just saying."

"The only way someone would find out that I helped Megan with her paper is if you tell someone, Kelendria." I squinted at her. "There's no way to link Megan and I and she's not in any of my classes anymore, so how would one figure out that I've helped her with a few papers?" I tilted my head to the right and she threw her hands up in defense. 

"Don't look at me like that! I'm your girl! I wouldn't air you out! I'm just saying, be careful, Bey." She warned me.

"Mhmmmm, I will..." I spoke, eyeing her. I really hope Kelly wouldn't do anything to jeopardize Megan or myself. I know she wouldn't do something like that to me, but sometimes you think you know people and then they prove to you that they're a completely different person and not who you thought they were. "Anyway." I spoke, changing the subject. "Trent should be by soon to pick up Honour."

"Awww, she's leaving me already?" Kelly whined.

I laughed and nodded my head. "Yes. He doesn't even like the fact that you kept her last night."

She sucked her teeth and sighed. "He was working, I mean what did he want you to do? Leave her at home by herself? He's seriously an idiot, Bey, like forreal. He's so overprotective and insecure. Why is he acting so selfish with y'all's baby?"

"Exactly what I said! Thank you!" I laughed. "At the end of the day, he's just mad that I left to go on this trip. He was at work when I had to go to the airport and there was no way I was going to bring Honour with me to handle Megan and I's situation and then have to explain to Trent why I took our daughter out of State."

Kelly waved her hand at me and started acting all dramatic. "Gurlllll! I can't imagine you making up a good enough lie to justify why you took Honour to LA. No matter what, it would seem so sketchy."

"I know. I was thinking about bringing Honour with me to at least see Megan, but really weighing my options and thinking about it, I couldn't come up with a lie that would require Honour to come with me. If it's for work like I told Trent, then I wouldn't even need Honour here."

Kelly laughed and shook her head at me. "I can't believe you snuck off to meet up with your sneaky link."

"Shut the hell up!" I laughed at her.

"I'm just saying!" She cackled.

After a few seconds, her laughing stopped abruptly and her mouth dropped. I frowned at her and waved my hand in front of my face. 

"What Kelly? Helloooo, why are you looking like that? What are you staring at?" I asked her.

"Who you talkin' to?" I heard.

I turned around and seen Megan in nothing but a bra and some panties. "Go get some clothes on, I'm on FaceTime right now. You got Kelly startled and looking at you like she wants to pounce. Get away from me." I scorned her.

Megan started laughing and leaned over the chair, hugging me, and putting her face in the nape of my neck.

"Heyyy, Kelly." Megan greeted her.

"You bad, little girl, exposing yourself to me like that." Kelly shook her head. "You got bawdy though." Kelly smirked.

"Excuse me?" I questioned her.

"Oop! My bad Bey, I was just complimenting her. I see why you folded the way you did, baby, mmm."

I heard Megan laugh lowly into my neck and squeeze me tighter. "Thank you, Kelly."

"Oh no, don't thank me. Thank God and your genetics. You are most definitely blessed, Megan."

"That's enough, Kelendria, damn." I said with an attitude.

"Oooo, someone is getting a lil green." Kelly laughed at me. "You know I'm playing, Bey. I would never try anything with Megan nor would I disrespect you, baby. It's innocent fun, and you know I'm not into cat anyway." Kelly smirked.

I rolled my eyes and felt Megan kiss on my neck. "She's just playing, baby, and you know that. Stop acting so jealous." She mumbled against my skin.

I sucked my teeth and tried to push her away from me, making her laugh. 

"Stoppp." She whined.

"Move. You want to play games and do this while you're half dressed, knowing I'm on FaceTime. You're being disrespectful right now, Megan." I complained.

"I just wanted to know who you were talking to." She spoke, letting me go and standing up straight behind me. "But I suggest you watch that attitude with me, because I can handle that real quick." She sassed me. 

"Oh really?" I asked, turning around in the chair to look at her. "You're the one that needs to be handled for being disrespectful." I pointed at her. 

"Don't make me embarrass you, Giselle. You know Kelly was playing around and I wasn't trying to flirt or be disrespectful." She straight-faced me.

"Whatever, Jovon." I waved her off. 

"You're really mad?" She asked me. I ignored her and turned back around in the chair and looked at my phone. Kelly was trying so hard to hide her smile. I just know she's loving this drama. She was hoping for something to pop off, so she could witness everything and run and tell.

"Beyoncé." Megan called for me. 

"Anyway, Kelly—." Before I could get another word out, Megan grabbed me roughly by my neck and leaned my head back for me to look at her. 

"Fix your damn attitude, now." She whispered lowly. "I told you years ago that I don't like being ignored. Don't ignore me and disrespect me when I'm calling you and trying to talk to you. Do you understand me?"

I looked at her, trying not to think about the way my clit was throbbing from her simple actions.

"I said...do you understand me?" She gritted.

I moaned softly and she leaned her face down closer to mines, kissing my lips. "This is what your freaky ass wanted, huh? You like the way I handle you, Bey?"

I shook my head and pecked her lips. "I didn't want it like this. I was really upset though, and I still am, but I'm not trying to make you upset on purpose, I'm only trying to make sure you don't see another side of me." I spoke truthfully. "I do like how you handle me though." I smiled.

"Okayyyyy, I'm still hereeee." Kelly said, making Megan release my face.

I laughed and looked back at my phone. "Oh please, I'm sure you're loving this right now."

"And you are absolutely correct. I recorded everything. Y'all are so cute." Kelly gushed.

"Trene!" I exclaimed.

"What!? You know Chelle isn't gonna believe me if I don't have proof. She swears I be making stuff up."

"Well...you do embellish the truth when it comes to drama and spilling tea." I chuckled.

"Ewww, y'all so fake. Even if I do—do that, y'all not supposed to throw it up in my face. You're supposed to go along with it." She complained.

"Girl." I laughed. "Anyway, like I was saying before Megan interrupted me, call me or text me after Trent picks up Honour."

"She has my baby!?" Megan said excitedly. "Where is she!? Lemme see her!"

I laughed and Kelly flipped the camera to Honour once again.

"Hi Pretty!" Megan waved at my phone. "You remember me? It's been forever, because your mama was being childish and lying to me." She said with an attitude. 

I threw my hand back at Megan to hit her and started yelling. "Don't tell her that! I didn't lie to you, I told you that I'm getting a divorce and I am. I'm not a liar, Jovon."

"Hmm...anyway, mommy misses you, Pretty. Look atchu flexin' in yo outfit girl, you look so cuteee." Megan cooed. 

"Alright, that's enough." I smiled as Honour started laughing and smiling as Megan talked to her. "Let her godmother spend a little more time with her before her daddy has to pick her up. Remember Kelly, text me or call me."

"I will Bey, I promise. Bye y'all and be good." Kelly smirked at me.

"Aha ha ha." I said sarcastically, throwing up my middle finger.

"Ooo, girl, I know Megan is about to f you. Don't say that to me."

"Bye Trene!" I yelled before hanging up the FaceTime call. She really gets on my nerves, but she's funny as hell. I hate how much she makes me laugh when she's being shady towards me. 

"Get up." Megan demanded.

I raised my eyebrow and looked back at her. "Excuse me?"

"C'mere, Beyoncé, damn." She whined.

I sighed and stood up from the chair and faced her. "Yes?" I questioned.

She grabbed me by my hips and yanked me into her half-naked body. "I love how jealous you get over me baby. I just wanted to tell you that. That shit was sexy as hell. I almost folded and let you resume control with that whole situation, but I couldn't let Kelly see me go out like a punk." She admitted.

I laughed and patted her cheek. "Trust me, baby. You might think that shit is sexy, but once I'm really taken there, there is no going back, Megan. I'm really trying to conceal my jealous side, so you don't see how crazy I can really be. Make sure you keep that side of me concealed. Don't make me jealous, Megan." I warned her.

"I would never purposely do that to you, Bey." She promised. Kissing my lips, I placed my arms over her shoulders, and gripped my phone tighter in my right hand, making sure I wouldn't drop it or lose track of it. Megan's hands wandered down to my ass and squeezed harshly, making me jump a little bit and accidentally bite her lip. 

"Damn baby." I mumbled, pulling away from her lips. 

"You should be used to that. I always grip on your ass like that." She said, smacking it, making a clapping sound echo throughout her room.

"Aggravating." I laughed, shaking my head at her. 

"You still love me though." She cheesed.

"That I do." I smiled, kissing her lips. Once I pulled away from her, I rested my head in her neck. "Meg?"

"Yes?" She answered me.

"Do you have Excedrin or something? I feel a headache coming on."

"Yeah, Bey. I should have something in my bathroom. Check the closet in there." She said, rubbing on my lower back.

"Okay." I mumbled. I pulled away from her and told her I would be back in a couple of minutes, but not before she kissed me one last time. I left her to do whatever it was she needed to do, hopefully get dressed, so we can go out, while I went to her bathroom. Finding the closet in her master suite bathroom, I opened both of the doors and looked through the closet. I paused when I saw something catch my eye. Grabbing the box, I held it in my hand and scoffed, thinking for a few moments. 

I can't believe this. 

Finally examining the box, I looked on the back of it and read through the description. Ultra thin. Extra sensitive. Lubrication. Most pleasurable. Every word I read, the more pissed off I became. I could feel my nostrils flaring. I'm going to beat this girl. 

I stormed out of her bathroom and went into her bedroom. Finding Megan over by her bed with her clothes laid out, I walked up behind her. She had her back to me as I approached her and when I was within arms reach, I grabbed her by her shoulder and spun her around.

"What is this?" I asked, holding up the box in my hand. 

She squinted, looking confused and I threw the box at her. "Don't play with me right now, Megan. What is that? You're really going to flaunt you having sex with other people in my face?"

"Beyoncé." She laughed. "You betta calm tha hell down."

"Don't tell me what I need to do!" I said, pointing my finger in her face. She immediately grabbed my hand and pushed it away from her, while still holding onto it. 

"Don't start that pointing and shit in my face, Beyoncé. I already told you about that shit."

I snatched my hand from her and started laughing. "You got it, Ms. Tina Snow, but you're not about to play me. I'm done." I tried to walk over to my belongings, but Megan grabbed me. 

"You're not going anywhere. You didn't even let me explain, Beyoncé." She reasoned.

"I don't care for an explanation anymore, Megan. It's clear that you're sleeping with the both of us at the same time. You're in a relationship with him and trying to be in a relationship with me. Move."

"Hold on." She laughed. "That's not what it is, and you know that. I broke things off with you, because I didn't feel like you were serious about your divorce, Beyoncé. I have every right to sleep with or be with whoever I want to, I'm single. I didn't expect you to show up here. YOU wanted me to hear you out and give you a chance to get your affairs in order. I want to be with you, Bey, I really do. But you can't expect me to sit here and wait on you when we're going through our ups and downs and I tell you that we're done." She gripped me tighter and I avoided eye contact with her. "But now that you did come here unannounced, we've talked and made up, of course things with Bagg will change. Have I even talked to anyone besides you and Farris? Has anyone stopped by to see me? Have I texted or called Bagg or anyone else since you've been in my presence, Bey?"

"Whatever." I mumbled. "The fact remains that you're still available to him. And I'm sure you're not going to completely cut him off how you need to, because my divorce isn't going as quickly as you want it to." I explained. "I'm sure Bagg will be on call for you and added to your roster, Megan."

"Are you calling me a hoe, lowkey?" She questioned me.

I raised my eyebrow and shrugged. "I didn't say that. You did. A hit dog will holler, though."

She laughed and let me go, walking backwards away from me. "You know what? You can leave, Beyoncé. I'm no longer going to coddle your fucking feelings. You're a grown ass woman and I refuse for you to treat me like this or act like I'm a hoe, so go. Get your ass on." She shooed me away with her hand. 

"My pleasure." I smirked at her as I started gathering my things. 

"So fucking childish and disrespectful." I heard Megan mumble.

"Excuse me? You said something?" I questioned her.

"You heard what tha fuck I said, Beyoncé. Get your shit and get out."

"I'm childish and disrespectful?" I laughed. "Beyoncé? Who flew here to prove to you that I'm in this and I'm serious about leaving my husband? But you get a pass for being disrespectful by allowing me to see condoms that you use to fuck Bagg!? Are you serious?"

"How many times am I going to explain th—." She started, but I cut her off.

"Ultra thin! Extra sensitive! Lubrication!" I yelled at her. 

"Beyoncé." She said, walking towards me. 

"Don't touch me. Get away from me before I beat you with that box of condoms." I warned her. 

"You're not about to do shit. Calm down and get some sense." She grabbed my hand and slightly pulled me into her, wrapping her arms around my waist. She locked me into her grasp and I flipped.

"Get off of me!" I yelled, trying to break loose. I raised my arm up to hit her and she grabbed my arm mid air.

"What tha hell is wrong with you!? Calm down! I can't believe you're this upset over some fucking condoms! So, what!? You wanted me to fuck him raw!? Huh!? Put you and myself at risk!? Or get pregnant!? That's what you wanted!? You wanted me to not use condoms with him and catch something then give it to you!? Huh!? Listen to yourself right now, Beyoncé!"

"I don't care! Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed. "I've been trying to prove to you that I'm moving forward with my divorce! I even called my lawyer and had her on speaker to prove to you that I'm serious, Megan! Meanwhile you're the one who's not serious and you still want to play games and have backup plans!"

"Know what, fine." She let me go and slightly pushed me away from her in the process. "Your ass is trippin'. Have a damn attitude all you want to, because I was out here protecting myself and having safe sex." She shook her head.

"Don't try to flip this shit, Megan! You need to cut him off if you expect me to cut my husband off and not sleep with him! I told you don't sit here and make me jealous!"

"Look, did you forget that you randomly popped up here!? I didn't know you were coming Beyoncé! I wasn't worried about hiding condoms from you! I forgot I even had them in the damn closet! You're doing too much and you're really starting to piss me off! I just told you last night that you needed to cut your husband off officially! Don't act like I fucked Bagg right after I told you that! I've been with you this whole time, I'm not even thinking about that man!"

"You're pissed off!?" I laughed. "Megan is pissed off!? It's done. I literally ruined my marriage for you and I come here, pouring my heart out and apologizing up the ass to you, only for you to allow me to find condoms that you use with your man. Please get out of my face."

"I can't believe you're really acting like this over finding some condoms when one, we were not together, two, you knew I was fucking him, which is why you flew out here, because you wanted to work things out and three, I'm literally protecting my body."

"No, what I'm mad about is you pillow talking me, saying all this bullshit, while you still have this nigga on the side!" I rebutted. 

"Leave. Just get out, Beyoncé." Megan shook her head. "I'm done with this shit. I'm not going to stress myself over some stupid ass shit like this."

"Oh, you don't want to hear me now? The truth hurts, doesn't it? Huh?" I said, walking closer to her and getting in her face.

"Get out of my face, Beyoncé." She said, starting to push me back and I immediately mushed her in her face.

She threw me on her bed and hovered over me, grabbing both of my wrists. "Who tha fuck do you think you're mushing!? Don't put your hands on me like that, Beyoncé! I should slap tha shit outchu!" 

"Get off of me and get out of my face! You pushed me first, hell yeah I'm gonna mush you in your face! YOU don't put your hands on me like that, the fuck!"

Megan squinted her eyes at me and let me go. I sat up on the bed as I seen her pacing, talking to herself. Shaking my head and straightening out my clothes, I stood up and went over to my belongings. Gathering my Louis suitcase and duffle bag to match, I gracefully walked towards Megan's double doors.

"Are you going to a hotel or the airport?" I heard her question me. 

I ignored her and suddenly I felt her hand gripping my wrist. "I asked you a question, Beyoncé. You aren't leaving out of here until I know where you're going."

"None of your business." I scoffed, turning around to face her. "You wanted me to leave, so I'm leaving. Don't worry about me, I'm no longer your concer—."

Megan's phone ringing cut me off and I laughed, trying to snatch away from her. 

"Stop. You aren't walking out of here until you tell me where you're going to go. I want to know you'll be safe."

"Megan, respectfully, fuck you. And answer your phone, instead of worrying about me."

She scoffed at me and I turned back around to try to keep walking towards her room doors, but she still held a tight, firm grip on me.

"I'm not concerned with whoever is trying to contact me right now. You and your safety is what I'm worried about and is what's most important despite this argument and us being pissed off at each other."

"Get off of me, please, Megan." I said, while pulling my arm away from her. I heard her deeply sigh and grab my waist, making me turn around again and run into the front of her body. 

"Stop fuckin' playin' wit me, Giselle. Stop it. Be an adult right now. And the next time some disrespectful ass shit falls out of your mouth, I'm going to show you how disrespectful my mouth can be." She warned me. 

"Get off of me." I straight-faced her. Megan doesn't intimidate me, I don't care what she thinks she's going to do to me or say. I'm too pissed off to even see straight. I just need to get the hell out of here and away from her before I end up getting physical with her.

"What's your problem? Like forreal, what's really the issue? It has to be more than you finding a box of condoms like I've been cheating on your ass when we haven't been together." She spoke.

"Megan..."

Her phone started going off again and I sucked my teeth and tried to yank away from her again.

"Stop, Beyoncé, damn!" She yelled, holding onto me. "Why do you always have to be so difficult!?"

"Leave me alone and let me leave, Megan! I'm no longer your problem!" I yelled. 

She shook her head at me. "You're this jealous, huh?" She chuckled. "That's all it has to be. It's not about the condoms, it's the thought of someone else even having me, isn't it? The fact that I was entertaining Bagg has you livid. And you seeing the condoms confirmed that I was indeed having sex with him, like I told you before, but you just couldn't fathom that at the moment I told you. But seeing it has you clouded with jealousy right now."

I squinted my eyes at her to see her with a huge grin on her face, like this shit was funny. Hell yeah, I'm jealous. Megan is mine, despite everything that has happened. Her saying she was sleeping with him, didn't hit me as hard as seeing those condoms. That's when I could no longer be in denial. It made everything official. I just saw everything flash before my eyes. The positions he probably had her in, the way she screams and moans for him like she does with me when we're having sex. I'm past jealous at this point and this is why I need to get away from her before I do something I regret. 

Her phone going off for the third time, pushed me to my limit.

"Give me your fucking phone, since you don't want to answer it, I will." I said, grabbing for her phone.

"Beyoncé! You are acting crazy right now!" She laughed as I struggled with her for her phone. Though Megan is strong and can overpower me, the way I get when I'm in one of my crazy moments, it's nothing to take on her strength. I ended up getting a good grip on the bottom of her phone as we wrestled back and forth for the device.

"Beyoncé, you betta move." Megan warned me. 

I used my other free hand to pry at her fingers to get a better grip on her phone and as soon as I lifted one finger, I was able to snatch the phone completely from her grip.

"Ooo, I almost punched you! You lucky!" Megan yelled.

I looked at her phone and seen the contact name '😛Bagg🍆🫠'

I laughed bitterly and threw her phone at her. "Talk to your nigga, Megan. He's blowing you up for a reason. Don't worry about where I'm going." I stated, starting to walk back over to my luggage when I was suddenly being pulled back. When my back hit her mattress abruptly, I looked at Megan like she was crazy.

"What the hell—."

"Shut tha fuck up." She gritted at me with fire in her eyes. She grabbed me roughly by my hips and started yanking at my shorts. 

"Megan!" I screamed, reaching for her.

"I said. Shut. Tha. Fuck. Up." Her voice dropped lower than it ever has before and it had me a little shook, but turned on at the same time. I guess she's in full daddy mode right now. 

Successfully yanking my shorts down as rough as she possibly could, hurting me in the process, she grabbed my panties and pulled as hard as she could, ripping the lace material. My mouth dropped and I frowned at her. Strong ass. 

She climbed on top of me on all fours and pinned my wrists down to her mattress. "You've been very disrespectful to me. Not only have you thrown my phone at me, but you threw a box of condoms at me. You've threatened me, said fuck me and put your hands on me. You haven't seen this side of me yet. You think your jealous, crazy side is bad, but I'm about to show you how bad I can get."

I tried one more time to get her off of me by thrusting my hips up in the air and squirming around, trying to break loose. Megan stared at me and let my arms go while getting comfortable and sitting on top of my waist. 

"Get me off of you, since you want to run so bad." She challenged me.

I raised my hand up, trying to hit her and she immediately grabbed it and slammed it down. "You have lost your fucking mind, and I'm about to help you find that shit." She quickly moved off of me and hovered over my body, going down. "Apologize to me."

"Fuck you." I mugged her.

She laughed and nodded her head. "I'm about to fuck you." Gripping onto my hips, her acrylics dug into my skin and I winced, arching my back up from off of the mattress. 

She dove into me and I reached my hand out to her head and pushed on it. "Megaan, moveee!"

Regardless of how hard I was pushing on her head, she still continued to eat me, not letting me deter her in any way. 

"Mmmm." I moaned breathlessly as I looked down at her feasting on me. She's insane, sick, actually. It doesn't make any sense how good she's eating me right now with the way I've pissed her off. You would think she would be trying to get me back and be childish, but she's not. Maybe she has a kink for getting yelled at, cursed at and fussed at. Either way, she's a very sick woman, and I love it.

"Oh....shit, Megan...damn baby." I grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her on her fierce, destructive path. She was moving so fast and trying to lick and suck all at once. Arching my back, I kept my eyes zeroed in on her as she concentrated and feasted on me like she would never eat again. 

"Oh my god, Megan!" I cried out. "It's fuck you...even more now." I spoke, trying to get my breathing under control. 

I watched as her head slowly raised up and she looked at me. "It's still fuck me, huh?"

"Yes! You're sick, you know that?" I asked her, trying once again to push her head away from me. 

"Beyoncé, push me again and I promise you, you'll be begging for mercy." She warned me. "You're so disrespectful." She shook her head.

"You're disrespectful!" I yelled at her. "Now, move!" I pushed her head away from me once again and she grabbed my leg and yanked on it roughly. Flipping me over, so I was laying on my stomach, she slapped my ass so hard, I was sure there was going to be a bright red handprint.

"Ow! Shit!" I yelled, throwing my arm back at her. I turned my head, trying to see where she was and she grabbed the back of my neck and forced my face into her sheets. Squeezing on my neck, she whispered in my ear about how nasty and disrespectful I was being towards her and how she was going to get me together. 

I felt her let me go and she told me not to move. I watched her walk away from me and disappear somewhere. Now is my time. I quickly scrambled to get off of the bed and grab my clothes, quickly putting them on. 

Once I was somewhat dressed, I rushed over to my luggage and suddenly I felt Megan grab me from behind and my feet lifted off the floor.

"Where tha hell you think you goin'?" Megan gritted in my ear as she carried me. 

"Let me go! Let me leave!" I yelled. 

"Oh? You don't want to deal with your punishment? Huh?" She asked me. "I know that pussy wants me to, you just wanna be stubborn and petty. Huh?"

She knew deep down that I wanted everything she had to offer me, but I couldn't give into her just yet. I was going to make her beg me. She pissed me off, so hell yeah, I'm going to be stubborn and petty. She's going to see the effects of a pissed off Beyoncé Knowles. 

"Fine." She dropped me down to the floor. "Ignore me, Beyoncé. Getcho ass outta my house and don't bother calling me or texting me." She said to me.

"Wait—." I stopped myself and turned to look at her. 

She placed her right hand on her hip and raised her eyebrow. "I'm not forcing you or begging you to stay here. You acting like I'm trying to rape you with the way you're yelling and resisting me, so get the hell out." She pointed to her bedroom doors.

Let's see who's going to win this. 

I was going to give in, but honestly, I don't like her lil funky attitude right now.

"Fine. Move." I stated, shooing her out of my way as I walked past her. She grabbed my arm and forced it into the air. 

"You done really pissed me off now." She laughed, pushing me over towards the bed. "I don't want to hear your bullshit 'no's', because I know this is exactly what you want. But making me pissed off to get this isn't the way to do this and I'm going to prove that to you." She spoke angrily. 

Getting over to the bed, Megan pushed me and I noticed the pink dildo strap-on waiting for me on her bed. 

"Don't even look at that. Hey!" Megan called for me, snapping her fingers at me. She grabbed my face and made me look at her. "You're not getting that until you beg me. You in here acting like I was holding you against your will. Probably got Farris thinking I was about to rape you or something with the way you were screaming." She shook her head. Judging by the look on her face, I knew Megan was beyond pissed off with me. Maybe I was too petty and took it a little too far, but my pride wouldn't let me give in first. I still don't want to.

"Get down and beg me or leave, now, Beyoncé. There's no other option." She explained.

Letting my face go, she folded her arms across her chest and looked at me. I let out a shallow breath and squatted down in front of her. Looking up at her, I gave her my intense sensual stare that makes her crumble every time and ran my right hand up her stomach. Rubbing over it sensually and making contact with her belly piercing, I could see her visibly weaken each second.

"Daddy." I pouted. "I'm sorry, please fuck me until I'm sane again." I let my left hand grab at the top of her panties and I slowly pulled on the material, exposing a small part of her pelvis. "I'm sorry, baby. You believe me?" I asked, looking up at her and giving her my puppy dog eyes before leaning in and placing gentle kisses along her stomach and waist line. 

She grabbed onto my hair and pulled me up violently with a scowl on her face. She threw me onto her bed and I let a moan accidentally slip out of my mouth from all the aggression and physical contact her and I have gone through throughout this entire encounter.

"Oh yeah, imma fuck you up good." She scoffed. "Real good."

Those were her last words before she grabbed the strap and slipped the harness onto her body. R.I.P to my kitty. 

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I turned my knees inwards and placed my right hand over my core, feeling myself about to cum for what felt like the hundredth time. 

"Meggaaaannnnnn!" I screamed. I swung my left hand back, trying to stop her, but failed miserably. She ended up grabbing my hand and holding it straight back, pounding into me more fiercely. 

"Keep callin' my name, Bey, but I'm not stoppin'." She warned me. 

I whimpered and screamed out to Jesus as I came when a phone started going off. We both ignored it and Megan continued to destroy me and tried to get me to cum again as the cellular device kept ringing. 

"Daddyyy." I moaned out, trying to pull from her. She needs to ease up or my pussy is really about to be out of service for the next two weeks or so, maybe longer. 

Megan's grip on me got tighter and I felt her nails digging into me even deeper as whoever's phone kept going off.

"B-babe." I spoke breathlessly. "Phone." I forced out, feeling another nut creeping up. 

"I'm not stoppin'." Was all she said, before she yanked me off the bed, making me scream. "Hol' on." 

Megan held me tightly as she still gave me her precise, addictive strokes and led me over to the middle of her suite. Bending my knees, ready to drop from how good she was hitting it, she started laughing.

"Stand up straight, I'm not playin'." She chuckled. 

"Jovon, please! It's too much baby, you're hitting it too good in this position, just stop for a moment." I begged her. 

"Girl." She laughed. "You gon take this shit. I already told you I'm not stoppin'. Put your feet down on the floor all the way." She told me.

I whined and looked down carefully, placing my feet on her plush carpet completely. The next stroke Megan took, made my knees buckle and I moaned, bending over to touch the floor to help balance myself.

"Shit! Megan!" I screamed. "Oh, baby, damn!" I cried, feeling my juices running down my legs. 

"Walk over there to your phone, it's going off." I heard her giggle, making me now notice my phone laying about ten feet away from hers in the middle of the floor. 

We really were fussing like crazy earlier. 

Megan helped me walk over to my phone, still stroking inside of me like a maniac in the process. Reaching for my phone when I was only a couple of feet away from it, I seen my mother's contact name flashing on my screen. 

Not again. I can't.

"Megan, stop." I pleaded. "It's my mama, please, I can't have her hear us having sex again."

"I already told you I'm not stoppin'." She laughed. "You either wait and call her back or answer and try to talk to her." I could hear the smugness in her voice. She and I both knew I wouldn't last sixty seconds on the phone with my mother if she's inside of me. There's just no way. 

"Megan, please baby." I begged her.

"Do you forgive me?" She asked me.

"No." I said truthfully.

"Then I'm definitely not stopping." She laughed.

I whined and grabbed ahold of my phone as soon as the ringing stopped. I sighed in relief, only for the phone to start ringing once again.

Sliding answer, I fumbled to put the phone up to my ear.

"He-hello?" I spoke lowly, trying not to moan.

"Bey, baby, I haven't heard from you in a couple of days. Then I stopped by your house and Trent said you left out of town. You didn't even tell me." She spoke. 

I placed my left hand over my mouth as I leaned my elbow into the carpet, bending over as Megan dipped her hips, altering her stroke and forcing me back on the strap as hard as she could. Oh, these backshots are going to be the death of me. 

I choked and swallow hard, trying not to scream. I felt my throat starting to itch and burn with the need to let out my screams and moans.

"I-I'm so....mmmm, I'm s-soooo sor-sorry mama.." I stopped mid-sentence and forced my face into the carpet, trying to hold myself together. Megan is definitely doing this shit on purpose. There is no reason why she keeps switching her stroke like this to get me all choked up and make my pussy react even more. 

"Are you okay, honey?"

"Yesss!" I cried out, lifting my head up. Megan bent down and grabbed my hair roughly, yanking me back. Moving her mouth right by my ear, she laughed lowly. 

"Are you cummin'?"

I groaned and nodded my head as quickly as possible, making her laugh even more. She's evil. She wants me to get in trouble, but I'm not getting my ass beat again for Megan.

"Well, how is your trip, Bey? Where did you go?" I heard my mama ask me.

"L.A.” I rushed out before my mama started going off on a tangent about shopping, the weather and new things for me to do while I'm out here. I'm not concerned with any of it. All I'm worried about is Megan breaking my back in right now.

While still holding onto my hair, Megan grabbed my neck with her other hand and bent down, hovering over my back in a squatting position and showed me no mercy. She pounded away at me with precise, robotic-like strokes, trying to make me cum, squirt and do everything under the sun. My breathing became labored and shaky and I squeezed my phone in my hand. 

"Mama! Mama, mamaaaa, mama, mama, let me call you back in an hour, okay!?" I yelled, trying to compose myself and not curse and moan out how good Megan was fucking me and how hard I'm about to cum.

"Oh okay. Are you busy or something?" She asked me.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mama! I'm very busy! I'll call you back in an hour!" I said without even waiting for her to respond before hanging up. Another second and she would've heard how loud I can scream when I'm cumming. Thanksgiving at her house has nothing on the shit Megan is doing to me now. 

I threw my phone and tried to crawl away from Megan and her vicious strokes, only for her to laugh at me and me be stopped by the tight hold she had on my now messy, loose top knot bun. 

"I know you don't want me pulling out your extensions because you wanna run." She laughed at me.

I shook my head. "No—no extensions!" I moaned out. Suddenly my entire body started twitching and I closed my eyes, screaming as loud as my voice would carry. "Unh unh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I cried. "No! Bitch, get the fuck away from me!" I screamed, crawling forward as fast as I could. 

I'm going to beat Megan's ass! Why is she fucking me this damn good!?

*

Megan Pete

I held a cocky smirk on my face, despite Bey not even being able to see me. She started freaking the fuck out suddenly and I'm guessing it's because I'm hitting her spot too damn good, because this is the first time she's ever called me a bitch and acted like this over the strap. 

She kept trying to crawl forward as her body shook and she could barely sit up on her hands and knees. 

"Stop pulling!" I laughed. "You said this is all your hair, you about to rip your own hair out by moving like this." I warned her, trying to pull her back closer to me. 

"Fuck you!" Bey moaned out. "You too good with the dick, move!"

"Fuck me?" I laughed. "You bold as hell right now." 

I find this hilarious. This strap really has her cutting tha fuck up. Only I could get Beyoncé to act like this over some dick. She's spiraling and bad.

I let her hair go and smacked her ass and quickly grabbed onto her waist, pounding deeper into her. I would change the speed of my strokes every ten seconds or so and thrust my hips at different angles to really make her act like a fool. 

"Bitch! Hell no!" Beyoncé screamed out, making me laugh as she tried to find her strength to crawl away from me.

I grabbed her throat with my left hand and squeezed it as hard as possible. "Keep calling me a bitch and imma beat ya ass." I chuckled. 

"You fu-fucking killing me!" She choked out.

I made her look up at me and her facial expression was pleading for me to stop. But I'm not stopping until she completely forgives me and is over this petty ass argument. 

"You like how this bitch fucks you?" I asked her. 

She let out a deep moan and her eyes rolled back quickly for a second then went back to normal. I noticed her lips trembling and tears well up in her eyes, making me wetter and hornier. Damn, this power trip and having this much control over Beyoncé right now is making me feel things I've never felt before. My pussy is gushing right now. 

"Fuck..." I moaned in a super high pitchy tone, that even I wasn't expecting. Between Beyoncé's foul mouth and cussing me out to how she's reacting from what I'm doing to her to how hard and good this strap is slapping against me, is really doing something to me. 

"Oohhhhhhaaahhhhhhfuuucckkkkkk!" Beyoncé screamed in a pitchy feminine tone. I watched her arch her back and make erratic movements with her arms as she shook uncontrollably. She looked like she was having a seizure or she was being possessed or something.

"Oh shit..." I mumbled, watching her sex faces change every second and the low, deep moans escape her mouth. She's just too fucking sexy. 

"Daddy!" She cried out, opening her mouth. I dug my acrylics deeper into her throat and stroked four more times before I couldn't take anymore. I screamed out her name, still in the same position as I pulled back some and let the dildo pop out of her. I heard the sounds of water and looked down to see Beyoncé squirting like never before. I didn't even know that much liquid could shoot out of a pussy like that. Gahdamn. 

Beyoncé started breaking down crying and suddenly I felt my vaginal muscles contracting and liquid rush out of me. My mouth dropped as I watched myself squirt all over Beyoncé's ass and back. 

"Oh..." Beyoncé moaned deeply. 

I growled and lowered my face down to hers. "You forgive me, Yoncé?" I gritted.

"Yesssss! Fuck yes, daddy!" She cried. "Jesus, Jovon, what the fuck!?"

"Yeah, look at what this bitch made you do." I chuckled sinisterly. "Imma bitch?" I asked.

She shook her head and I used my other free hand and placed it on her cheek and move her face slightly. "Call me a bitch again. Say it. I'm not gonna be mad. Imma bitch?" I smiled at her.

She hesitated and slowly nodded her head. 

"Yeah, I know." I laughed. "I'm THAT bitch, huh?"

"Yes d-daddy." She choked out, lowering her body closer to the floor and arching her back even more.

"Unh unh. Let it happen." I gritted. 

She looked up at me with pleading eyes and arched her back even more. She must be feeling the aftershock of that orgasm or something. 

I watched as her breath got caught in her throat and her eyes gloss over. She stopped breathing, staring deep into my soul, not blinking. Oh, she's gone and in another universe right now. 

I whispered in her ear, trying to talk her through her aftershock and she gasped and inhaled a deep breath before moaning nonstop. Mmmm, after this, Beyoncé is really going to have me obsessed even more with her. I'm not letting her go. She better hope I even let her ass fly back home. 

"You cummin' again baby?" I asked her.

She nodded her head and whined, making me smile. I opened her mouth and stared into her eyes as my mouth salivated at her sexy ass. I pursed my lips and slowly let my spit leak out of my mouth and into hers. Holding her face, I forced her mouth open wider and felt my clit throb in satisfaction until I had nothing left to give her. 

"Swallow completely." I directed her.

She closed her mouth and did as I said and I licked my lips. "You like when I fill you up baby?"

"Yes daddy." She moaned.

"Fuck!" I yelled, smacking her left ass cheek three times. "I wanna cum inside you so damn bad. You're lucky this fake dick can't do the job, shit." I groaned, letting her face go and gently mushing her away from me. She lost some of her balance and flipped onto her back, using her elbows to sit up some.

I stood up straight and snatched the harness off of my waist and shook my head at Beyoncé. She stared at me as she bit the corner of her lip innocently, making her dimple pop out. 

"Shit, Bey." I sighed, watching her. 

"What?" She asked me deeply.

I moaned and forced my right hand down to my clit, rubbing it. "You....you...shit. Nasty ass." I gritted.

She blew me a kiss and smiled before collapsing flat onto the floor. I had a quick thought and slowly walked over to her and stood over her, still playing with myself. Imma cum on her and inside her. I ain't through with her ass yet.

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Megan Pete

Beyoncé and I were laid out on the floor, exhausted. Her body was still slightly shaking and I stuck my face into her neck. 

"You forgive me now?" I asked.

"Mhmmm." She mumbled. "Damn, Megan...you're nasty as hell."

I laughed and ran my hand over her stomach. "You sure you won't get pregnant?" I asked Bey as I lifted my head up and looked at her.

She laughed and rubbed on my thigh. "Yes. You're not a man, you don't have semen, Megan. Just because you're freaky as hell and fingered me with your cum, doesn't mean I'm going to get pregnant. It's impossible, babe." She squeezed my face and I shrugged.

"I just wanted to make sure. But if I could, you would be pregnant right now." I spoke truthfully 

"Oh I know, nasty." She stuck the tip of her tongue out and I leaned into her face and sucked on it. 

"Mmmmm." She moaned, grabbing my face. Slipping her tongue into my mouth fully, we shared a sloppy passionate kiss. 

Wait!" Bey said. "You don't deserve a kiss after you almost made me go crazy while my mama was on the phone. You were stroking me like that on purpose, I know you were."

I laughed, because she was right. I just wanted to see if she was bold enough to really sit there and have a conversation. Though she answered, she rushed Mama Tina off the phone pretty quickly, so I don't think she knew what Bey and I were really up to. 

"See! Over there laughing. I knew you were being childish, doing all that extra stuff, constantly altering your stroke." She shook her head. 

"You did good though, Bey. I don't think she realized what we were doing."

She took a deep breath and looked at me. "I hope not, or you and I are going to be in more trouble than when we were on the day after that Thanksgiving."

I closed my eyes and shook my head, reliving the morning after Beyoncé and I had sex in her mother's house.

Slowly creeping out of the guest room I had to stay in, I cautiously walked, seeing as though my legs were still a little sore. I was extremely nervous about how all of this was going to go. I don't know if people heard Bey and I earlier this morning, but I'm pretty sure they did considering Bey's loud ass mouth. Making my way down the stairs and approaching the kitchen, I heard voices and my anxiety immediately kicked in. Rounding the corner, everyone stopped talking as I looked around the kitchen. Solange had a huge grin on her face, trying to conceal her laughter and Angie had a big smirk on her face, eyeing me up and down.

"Good morning." I spoke quietly.

Mama Tina turned around at the stove and stopped cooking for a moment. She looked at me with a look of disappointment as she shook her head.

"Good morning, Megan."

I sighed and instantly felt flush with embarrassment. 

I told Bey to shut up!

"Well don't just stand there! Pop a squat!" Solange invited me over to the small island in the middle of the kitchen with the motion of her hand. I slowly walked over to the island and looked back and forth between Solange and Angie who were sitting next to each other, smiling big. 

Taking a seat across from Solange, I lowly cleared my throat and she slapped her hand down on the middle of the island.

"Y'all nasty!" She whispered, leaning towards me.

"Shh." I whispered. "It was your loud ass sister." I shook my head.

She laughed quietly and raised her eyebrow. "You was killing her ass. It sounded like you were giving her that good ass pipe. You brought a strap or sumn?" She questioned me.

I was actually shocked she thought that. Damn, Bey and I were really loud if she thought that.

I shook my head at her and Angie started laughing.

"Oooo, girllll."

"Mmm...I know it's something serious. So good. That's why my sister is addicted." Solange eyed me up and down. 

"Good morning." We all heard a chippy voice speak. 

I turned around and all eyes were on Beyoncé. She walked further into the kitchen and frowned. "Is there something on my face?" She queried in a confused manner.

"No." I shook my head at her. Looking her up and down, I licked my lips. Damn, why does this woman have to be so fine? This is why we're most likely in trouble now. 

"So nobody can speak? Why is everyone on mute?" She asked.

"No reason!" Solange spoke up with sarcasm dripping from her voice. "No reason at all Professor Knowles."

I looked at Solange and she was smirking at Bey. 

"I'm not about to play with you this morning, Piaget." Beyoncé said with irritation followed by a light chuckle. 

Walking over to me, Bey rubbed my arm briefly and smiled at me. "Good morning, Megan."

"Morning Professor." I stared at her. 

I heard her groan lowly and bite her lip. 

"Morning Bey!" Solange spoke up.

"Good morning, Bey." Angie smiled at Beyoncé.

"Morning y'all." She replied, still staring at me.

She looked me up and down before walking away from us and going over to Mama Tina. 

"Morning mama." Bey said excitedly.

"Mhmm." I heard Mama Tina mumble.

"Oop!" Solange yelled out.

"Damn." I heard Angie whisper.

"You okay, mama?" Bey asked.

"I'll speak with you after I finish this food. Go back over there."

Beyoncé looked stunned and frowned as she walked back over to the island.

"Did one of y'all do something to piss her off?" Bey whispered as she approached us.

"More like you two." Solange pointed between Bey and I.

"What are you talking about, Solange?" Bey asked.

"I mean...." She whispered and leaned more into Beyoncé by her ear. "We heard y'all. Loud and clear. It sounded like Megan was beating up them guts. We heard you calling her daddy and screaming about how you about to cum and all types of nasty shiet."

Beyoncé slapped her right hand to her forehead and sighed deeply. 

"So mama heard everything?" Bey whined lowly.

"Yes!" She whispered. "That's why she got an attitude. She told y'all fast asses." Solange shook her head.

Beyoncé looked at me and shook her head. 

"Don't even blame me." I threw my hands up in defense.

"All you had to do was go to your room, Megan." She gritted at me.

"You're the one who kissed me like that. What did you expect?" I fired back at her. 

"Calm down, lovebirds." Angie interjected.

"Exactly. No sense in blaming each other. Y'all both at fault. It takes two to have sex." Solange smiled, throwing up two fingers. 

"I hope she doesn't whoop me." Bey mumbled. 

"Oh, she will, especially because she heard, 'Yes daddy! Harder baby, shit! Megaaannnn'." Solange fake moaned lowly, trying to imitate Bey. 

I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh as Beyoncé pushed Solange away from her. "Shut up, Piaget. I do not sound like that."

"Shiiiiiitttt." Angie laughed quietly.

"And Megan, don't laugh too hard, because we heard you too." Solange pointed at me. 

I stopped laughing and looked between Solange and Angie. Angie was nodding her head and I heard Solange start mocking my moans.

"Aye, don't do that now. Don't play me." I told her.

She laughed and Beyoncé called her out. 

"What's so damn funny, Piaget?"

"Y'all." She laughed harder. "Y'all are hilarious."

"Whatever." Bey mumbled.

"I never thought I would see the day a young college student would manhandle and lay it down on my sis like that."

"Shut the hell up, Solange." Bey gritted.

I smirked at Bey, trying not to laugh. What can I say? I'm very gifted. 

"Beyoncé." Mama Tina called for her.

"Yes ma'am?" Beyoncé said, quickly turning her head around to look at her mother. 

"Follow me to my bedroom, now." Mama Tina spoke. By the look on her face, I know Beyoncé is going to get in serious trouble. A lecture that's gonna have her ears bleeding. 

Mama Tina walked over to us with a scowl on her face and Beyoncé fell in line and got right behind her. "Megan, you're next." She said and I gulped hard. "And Solange, you need to be quiet, out of all the things you've done, the last thing you should be doing is laughing at Beyoncé."

"And I—." Solange said before she paused and her mouth fell open.

"Oop." Angie whispered with a giggle. 

I wonder what Mama Tina is gonna do to me.

"You listening to me?" I heard Beyoncé say, breaking me from my thoughts.

"My fault." I mumbled to her. "I zoned out, thinking about how we got in trouble with your mama that Thanksgiving." I shook my head.

"Tuh. Every time I think about it, I can still feel those lashings from her belt. You better not ever try to have sex with me in my mama's house again, Megan."

"Trust me, I won't. That was the worst whoppin' I ever got."

Bey laughed and gently grabbed my face before giving it a light squeeze. "I told you and she's heavy handed as hell."

"That she is." I nodded in agreement. She let my face go and grabbed for her phone. 

"Speaking of my mama, let me call her back. Stay quiet and don't try anything." She warned me. 

"I won't." I laughed. "I'm about to get in the shower again in a few minutes anyway."

"Okay." She kissed my cheek and I smiled at her. 

I don't want Bey to leave me, though I know she has to go back home soon. Her being here just feels so right. 

This divorce needs to hurry the hell up.

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Two Weeks Later

Megan Pete

Bagg sat me down on the edge of my bathroom counter while he gripped and squeezed on my body. 

"What have you been up to?" I asked him as he forced his head into my neck.

"Studio. Just chillin' and hangin' wit my kids." He mumbled. 

"Aww, how cute. All in daddy mode." I grinned, wrapping my hands around his neck. He continued to kiss on me and I loosely secured my legs around his waist. 

"Yeah, but I'm ready to get into another daddy mode right now." He lifted his head up and stared at me, causing me to smile. 

"Oh really? That's what you're trying to do?" I questioned.

"Hell yeah. You know what it is." He grabbed my face and leaned my head back so he could kiss me. I let him take control and threw my hands down on my bathroom sink to balance myself. Bagg ran his hand along my thigh and forced his other hand in between my inner thighs. Warming me up and getting me aroused by rubbing on me, I moaned and pulled away from his lips.

"You got a condom?" I asked.

"Hell yeah." He said, before going into his pocket for one.

I smiled and leaned back some, watching him.

"Put it on and fuck me like you missed me." I smirked.

"Done." He spoke. 

After getting himself situated and pushing his jeans and boxers down halfway to his knees and removing my shorts, he pushed my panties to the side and pushed inside me. 

We were both really into it and I could tell he missed this pussy, more than I missed his dick, I can't even lie. About ten minutes into it, Bagg was pounding me like a maniac. Holding onto my hip's with both of his hands, he forced me back and forth on his dick roughly, making me struggle to hold onto him and dig my nails into the back of his neck. 

Hearing my phone go off, I looked over to my left and seen my screen glowing. I reached for my phone and seen the Bee emoji as the contact, meaning it was Beyoncé. I quickly locked my phone and pushed it back away from me before looking at Bagg. He was concentrating and so in the zone, looking down at my pussy, he didn't pay my phone any mind. 

"Shit." He mumbled, seeing my juices coating the condom. 

I tried my best to hide my moans, but this nigga definitely had me slipping up. I try not to gas too many dudes when we're fucking unless it's a super quiet nigga, who be acting like my pussy ain't good. When you're up in this good shit, I expect a man to be crying and moaning his ass off, if you tryna play tough and act like I'm just an average piece of pussy, imma be super loud and extra to make your ass moan out my name. 

"Damn, nigga." I moaned out.

He looked at me with a smirk and forced his head in my neck as he thrusted inside of me, causing me to lean back even more on the sink.

"This pussy mine." I heard him mumble.

Shit, it's Beyoncé's too. I don't mind sharing between the two of them though. They can both be satisfied by my pussy. Everyone can get a piece of Megan to be happy. 

“Fuck, Bagg!" I said as he became rougher and I could hear his body banging against my sink. 

"Shiiiit." He moaned out.

"Don't cum yet." I warned him, starting to fuck him back.

He groaned and called out my name constantly, making my heart flutter. Gripping onto his neck tighter, I heard my phone go off again and I briefly looked over at it again. Seeing '🐝' I sighed and grabbed my phone.

"Hold on." I told Bagg. 

I leaned back from him and he lifted his head to look at me. Throwing my finger over my lips to let him know to be quiet, I answered my phone and placed it up to my ear.

"Yes.."

“Hey baby, what are you up to?" Beyoncé asked me excitedly.

"Um...imma lil tied up right now..." I mumbled as Bagg grabbed my hips fucking me as fast as he could. I leaned my body all the way back and slammed myself into the mirror for support and reached out to his chest.

"Oh shit!" I panted.

“Megan?"

"Uh uhhhh..." I moaned out.

“What the hell are you doing?" She asked me. Her tone changed and I could tell she was getting pissed off. 

"I-I'm working out right now!" I yelled, which wasn't technically a lie. I sure am working out, I'm getting a good ass workout.

I heard Bagg chuckle and I raised my hand up from his stomach and covered his mouth, digging my nails into his lips and holding them. 

"Who was that?" Beyoncé asked.

"A guy. Look, I gotta go." I exasperated.

“Alright, call me after you finish working out." Bey said. 

I heard Bagg moan and I mushed his head back, still holding firmly onto his lips. I pray Bey didn't hear his ass.

"I will..." I said, waiting for her to acknowledge the moan, but she didn't say anything, so it must've been too low for her to hear, thank God!

"Bye Stalli."

"Bye."

The call ended and I threw my phone on my sink. Removing my hand from his mouth, I shook my head at him.

"Since you can't stop moaning like a bitch for one minute, so I can take a business call, go ahead and moan my name until you cum." I said, mushing him in his face.

He pulled me off the sink and turned me around, bending me over it. Pushing in, I grabbed onto the countertop as he demolished my insides, moaning my name like I told his ass to as I threw my ass back at him. 

I think balancing Bagg and Bey will be easy, at least until her divorce is finalized. 

*

Beyoncé Knowles

I hummed and rocked Honour as she slept in my arms while I watched tv. There wasn't much on and honestly, I didn't feel like looking for anything. I'm sure when Trent comes back from his nightly shower routine, he'll find something for us to watch. 

Right now the channel was on the news that was about to go off. Watching the ending segment of the news, the commercial advertising TMZ coming on next played and I wasn't really paying attention until I heard them say Megan Thee Stallion. 

I frowned and stared at my tv closely as they stated that they have hot new pictures of Megan on an outing with her new boy-toy, Moneybagg Yo, at a restaurant in L.A. Seeing the images of her and Bagg walking out of the restaurant, holding hands and laughing, jealousy started to invade my body. 

Is she still fucking him? She has to be. I thought she said she was going to leave Bagg alone. She definitely wants to have her cake and eat it too and I'm not going for that. It's either him or ME. My divorce isn't an excuse for her to do this and play me like this. What the hell is wrong with her, honestly?

I grabbed my phone, prepared to call her and cuss her out. She better stop playing with me like I'm a weak bitch she can run over before I have to fly out to her again. 

Hearing Trent call my name, I hung up the phone and quickly reached for the remote to change the channel. I don't need Trent being triggered by Megan. Just seeing her or hearing her name, he loses it completely. 

"Bey!" Trent called for me. 

He walked into my view and I put a finger over my lips. "Shhh, she just went to sleep a few minutes ago." I whispered.

"My bad." He spoke, carefully climbing onto the bed. "Sleep well, Daddy's Little Princess." He whispered before kissing her forehead. "Are you gonna put her in her room?" He asked me.

"Why? Are you expecting something?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. 

"Well...yeah, it has been over two months since we've had sex, Bey. After you came back from your Seminar trip, the vibe and romance is just different. It was off before, but it's really off now."

I sighed. "Trent, I'm not trying to do this with you right now. All you want is sex from me at this point. You've been pressuring me for the last three months, Trent. The last time we had sex, I wasn't feeling it, the connection wasn't there. I don't know what to tell you or how to fix that." I explained. 

"So you just cut off all sexual contact? We're married, Beyoncé. It's like you want me to go out and cheat." He complained. 

"Trent, I don't want you to do anything, but be a father to our child. If you want to sleep with other women, by all means, sweetheart, go ahead. I'm not stopping you. Either you fix the sexual energy between us or move on."

I got out of the bed and decided to go put Honour in her room. The last thing I want is Trent and I going back and forth to wake her up. 

After putting Honour in her crib and watching her sleep peacefully for a few minutes, trying to prepare myself for this argument Trent was about to start with me, I decided to go back to my bedroom. 

Walking into my suite, Trent was sitting sideways on the edge of his side of the bed.

"Beyoncé." He called for me.

I immediately closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. "Trent, please. If you're going to argue with me about sex, please keep it under ten minutes." I stressed. 

"I'm not trying to argue." He stated. "Just come here."

I rolled my eyes, letting out a deep breath and walked over to him. He looked up at me and grabbed my hips, looking like a sad puppy. 

"I just want us back, Bey. I don't know what happened between us, but all I want to do is fix it and get you back."

I grabbed his face, feeling a little sorry for him. I shouldn't be playing him like this, but my heart wants what it wants and that's Megan.

"Stop pressuring me, Trent. Let it flow and let me feel comfortable." I told him.

"Aight."

He forced me to sit down on his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Do you still love me?" He asked as he put his face against my collarbone. 

"Trent, I will always love you no matter what. You gave me our daughter and our history can never be erased. It's just....it's complicated." I said, staring off into space at nothing in particular. I could tell him now that I want a divorce, but I don't know. Trent is the kind of man where you don't know how he'll react and that's the sad part. I don't want anything to happen to Honour or myself or Megan, if he doesn't like what I tell him about wanting a divorce. 

"You'll tell me if you're gonna leave me right?" He asked me.

I sighed. "Don't worry about that. If the time comes, I will let you know right before I serve you the papers." 

"Aight." He mumbled. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes before he started kissing on my neck. Closing my eyes, I deeply sighed. "Trent, not now."

He ignored me and moved me off of his lap and onto the bed. Moving in front of me, he forced me to lay down on the bed and hovered over me.

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I only want to give you a massage. You seem tense."

I laughed and rubbed my hands over my eyes. "I am tense. I've been tense for months now."

Lowering my hand so he could look into my eyes, he stared at me intensively as I stared back. "Imma fix that. Hold on." He spoke, walking away from me. 

I rolled my eyes and after a few minutes, he came back with some body oil and a lighter.

"Trent..."

"Imma create a good atmosphere, an ambiance, to help you relax." He chuckled.

I sucked my teeth and watched as he lit candles. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help but to laugh at his corny ass trying to be romantic. But his corniness is so cute to me, because I know he's only like this for me. I got him whipped. He can think by mentioning cheating and other women that it will affect me, but it won't, because I know he's not that type of person. He wouldn't dare give another woman pieces of him and reveal his true self as he has done with me. It takes too much time and effort for Trent to get to that point, so I know that another woman wouldn't see the Trent I do and know. The corny, emotional, attached man who is really a big baby at heart and just wants to be loved on by me. 

Lighting the candles he wanted to set the mood, he walked back over to me on the bed and hovered over me. 

"Why you smiling so hard?" He chuckled.

"You're so corny that it's funny." I laughed, grabbing his face. 

"I'll be corny for you, you know that. I will always be corny for you, because I truly love you and I know it makes you laugh. It's like my special way to your heart."

I nodded my head and pulled his face down to mines. Kissing him, I felt something different. I don't know how to describe it, but something shifted. I'm not sure if this is the end of Trent and I or potentially a new beginning for us, but either way, everything felt different.

Pulling away, I squinted my eyes and frowned at him.

"What?" He asked me.

"Did you feel that?" I asked.

"Feel what?" He questioned me.

"Nevermind." I shook my head. 

I'm spiritual, but this was something I've never experienced or felt before. The uneasiness with the shift of energy and the way I can't feel if it's good or bad is really creeping me out.

"Are you okay?" He spoke.

"Mhm." I mumbled.

Maybe it's me being paranoid, because I'm guilt-ridden with infidelity. Or maybe Trent and I are actually reconnecting, something I thought would never happen. 

"Relax, I gotchu, Bey." He whispered.

"Okay." I sighed, laying my head back. 

Leaning down to kiss me, Trent let his hands roam and familiarize himself with my body. After a few minutes, I knew he was aroused and going a little too fast for my liking. I still want my massage, that's actually the only thing I want, and if I play my cards right, this massage will end up putting me to sleep and I'll get to skip out on sex for another night. 

Pulling away from Trent, I rubbed my right hand down his stomach and to his sweats he had on. I tugged at the waistband of the pants and turned on my innocent act. Biting the corner of my lip, I sensually popped the waistband of his pants and asked if he could start on my massage. As I already knew, he got to work and helped me slip out of my negligée that I was only wearing panties under. 

Trent guided me to the center of our California King and helped me flip onto my stomach. Carefully getting on top of me, he used the oil to massage me, starting from my neck to my shoulders to my lower back, then to my ass. I can't even lie, his touch was most definitely turning me on. How hard, but smooth he was working out my kinks and helping me loosen my muscles just felt so good. I felt loose and rejuvenated in a way. And when he got to my ass, oh, it was over for me. I already knew he felt and saw the wetness coming from my core as he massaged deeply under my ass and inner thighs. 

I was horny and damn near halfway asleep when Trent whispered in my ear.

"You still up, Bey?"

"Mhmmm." I mumbled with my eyes closed and my head resting in the crook of my arm.

"You wet as fuck, Bey." He announced.

"I know." I mumbled into my arm. 

The room fell to silence and I slowly lifted my head up and rested my head in the palm of my right hand. Looking back at Trent, he was eyeing my body and I laughed lowly in a sleepy manner. 

"What are you gonna do about that?" I asked.

"Shit, I know a lot of ways I can handle that." He spoke cockily. I rolled my eyes and he rubbed on my waist. "But I want you to show me how bad you want the dick."

"More like how bad the dick wants me, baby." I laughed out loud. "But what do you want me to do to show you that I want it?"

He grabbed his harden dick through his sweats and rubbed on it. I laughed, knowing what he wanted me to do.

"Do you deserve that?" I asked.

"You know I do. You can't tell me that massage wasn't A1. Has you wet and everything." He boasted.

"Move, so I can get up." I told him. 

He did as I said and got off of me, allowing me to switch my position on the bed. 

"You doing it?" He asked me.

"If you were really playa, you wouldn't even be asking me this right now, you would just know."

"Damn, you getting feisty like that? Tryna punk me like that? This shit betta be fire."

I scoffed and laughed. "That's the only way I come baby, with that fiyah and heat. Now shut up and lay your ass back." I demanded.

He was trying to play it cool, but I know he's excited right now, and he should be, because this could potentially be the last time he ever gets sex from me. 

Getting comfortable on his pillow, he laid down flat and I rested on my knees on the side of him. Digging my hand into his sweats, I smiled, watching his face as soon as I grabbed his length. Letting it spring out, his breathing picked up and I ran my hand up and down his shaft, warming him up. Seeing his eyes close and him lick his lips, I knew it was over for him. He probably won't even last long with how excited he his and all the pent up energy he's been trying to release on me that I've refused over these last few months.

I bent my face down and licked around the tip before sliding him into my mouth. He immediately grabbed my head and moaned, making me smile to myself. 

A little sex shouldn't hurt. This will get Trent off my back for a little while and I'm sure Megan is still indulging in Bagg, especially after flaunting their relationship, when she should've cut him off like she told me. 

At this point, it is what it is and whatever happens, happens. I'll deal with the consequences later.

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Megan Pete

After Bey found out about me still being with Bagg due to TMZ blasting me, I've been trying to prove to her that I'm all in our relationship. I want Beyoncé, I really do, but I also want Bagg around just in case things with Beyoncé don't work out or go as planned. I don't know how this situation will pan out and I don't want to be left heartbroken once again. Bey and I's entire situation has traumatized me and there's just no way I won't have a backup plan this time and Bagg is most definitely my backup plan. 

Even though Bey has told me to stop seeing Bagg and to stop talking to him, we still contact each other just to check up on one another. We haven't had sex since the whole TMZ incident, but we do talk. He knows that right now I can't make myself available to him the way he wants me to, because of everything I have going on in my life, but he has no idea about Beyoncé. He just thinks I'll come around in a few months, once things in my career settle down and I can give him the time and affection he needs. I don't want to play anyone in this situation, but I refuse to be left alone to mend my broken heart again. If I have to play Bey and Bagg to make sure I don't get played, that's just what it has to be until Bey's divorce is finalized.

Bey and I haven't been able to see each other between my career and traveling for festivals I was booked to perform at while also being in school and Bey has been begging to see me. Finally being free for only a couple of days, we were able to agree on a time to see each other and surprisingly it's this July Fourth weekend. 

From what Bey told me, Mama Tina is holding a big cookout at her house, that Trent knows nothing about. I guess Bey has been lying to her husband and telling him that Kelly is having some small get together and no men were invited, so he made other plans with his family, while Bey said she would be taking their daughter with her to 'Kelly's house'. As long as that nigga isn't anywhere near me, I'm good. If not, I'm liable to do anything and I do not mind putting my hands on his ass or telling him about what Bey and I really do. 

Farris looked at me as I sat back on the Private Jet, getting comfortable. 

"You sure you'll be okay?" Farris asked me.

I nodded and ran my hand over my hair to make sure nothing was out of place. "I'll be fine, I promise. It's all of Bey's family, it'll be okay." I assured him.

He sighed and shook his head. "Alright. If anything happens and you need me, call me Meg, I'm serious."

"I know, I will." I smiled. I wanted Farris to enjoy the holiday and relax. Eat some good food and spend some time with his family. He's been so consumed with me and my career, he needs this break. I don't want him following me to Texas to sit back and watch over me instead of being with his family for the holiday. 

"I love you, sis." He spoke before embracing me in a tight hug.

"I love you too, Farris. I'll be good." I promised him.

He laughed and pulled away from me. "Yeah, aight. Text me when you land."

"Will do." I smiled.

We said our final goodbyes and he got off of the jet, leaving me to start this trip on my own. I really hope there won't be any drama. 

*

Beyoncé Knowles

I rubbed Honour's back as she slept on Megan's hotel room King sized bed. After sending Trent off to his family and friend's get together, I wanted to come see Megan as soon as possible. She landed earlier this morning, but I haven't been able to get away to see her. Showing up here not too long ago, Megan bonded with Honour until she fell asleep and we had a serious discussion about our expectations for each other and what's going on with my divorce, as well as me going off on her once again about her and Bagg being blasted on TMZ a month ago. 

It's been a little over a month since I flew out to Megan in LA, and my lawyer has been working extremely hard for me, since, trying to get everything in order. I know that Megan is tired and she's very serious about me getting this divorce handled. I don't like her being upset in general, but especially at me. 

And after she fucked me while Trent was on FaceTime with me, so I could make him cum, I knew that if I didn't really, really get this ball rolling in this divorce, Megan was going to walk away from me. Seeing her out with Moneybagg proved that to me even more. I was on the verge of losing Megan for good, if I didn't get my situation together, but after telling her today that I'm going to serve Trent with divorce papers in a couple of days and that I already filed the divorce petition, she was ecstatic. I just hope she's not playing me and Bagg is out of the picture for good. 

I watched whatever movie was playing on the hotel television, waiting for Megan to finish getting ready. Eventually, she appeared after a good little minute of me waiting on her. 

I watched as she went over to her suitcase and opened it, going through it to find something to wear. Eyeing her up and down, I took in her body and smiled to myself. She has definitely been in the gym. 

"Stop starin' at me like that unless you want to be late to your mama's house." She spoke, pulling out an Olive green top from her suitcase and holding it up in the air. Taking a glimpse at me, she arched her eyebrow and I licked my lips before smiling. 

"Oh? You wanna be late? You wanna take this to tha bathroom? I'm not trying to have you wake my baby up with your loud mouth." She spoke, pointing in the direction of the hotel bathroom.

I laughed and shook my head. "We're already late, Megan. You've been taking your sweet time, so no, I don't want to be any later, baby. Please hurry up."

She sucked her teeth and waved me off. "You're acting like you're gonna miss something, Bey. You know how Black people are, they probably haven't even put anything on the grill yet." She laughed.

She was right, but still. I'm anxious about bringing Megan with me to a family function when I'm married, so I just want to get there as quickly as possible to get it over with as soon as possible.

"Still, Megan." I mumbled.

"It's gonna be okay." She assured me, knowing that I was anxious about revealing her to my family. "Just tell them I'm a friend, you don't have to out us to them just yet." She leaned over the bed and stared at me. 

I nodded my head and took a deep breath. "Don't stress, Bey."

She kissed me and I smiled small. I really hope this cookout is drama free. 

*

I sat next to Megan in my mama's backyard at one of her patio-like tables. Kelly and Michelle were on both sides of the table with their men, while Megan and I sat at the head of the table next to each other. My cousin Angie actually took my mother's seat in the meantime at the other head of the table while my mother watched over her friend on the grill and checked on the guests. 

"So, how's it been going?" Kelly asked me with a smirk as Honour sat in my lap. I squinted my eyes at Kelly and Megan spoke up for me. 

"It's been good." Megan answered. 

"I can kinda see that. Everyone is taking such a good liking to you Megan, you know, being B's friend and all." She smirked. 

Kelly is so childish, oh my god. 

"Trene, don't, especially around people we don't even know like that." I spoke up, referring to her and Michelle's men.

Kelly threw her hands up. "Oop! My bad, B, damn."

She had a small smirk on her face and I squinted my eyes and shook my head at her as I bounced Honour on my right leg. 

"You need anything?" I heard Megan ask me.

I tore my eyes from Kelendria and looked over at Megan. "I'm hungry. I wish they would hurry up with the meats." I laughed.

Megan giggled and looked around. "Well, everything else looks done. You want me to fix you a plate?"

"Ummmm..." I stared at her. "Actually yes, a plate of rice and beans. I want to feed Honour something."

"Alright. I'll grab some other things for you too." She spoke, standing up from her seat. She was so close to me that when she stood up, her pelvis ended up being right in front of my mouth. I looked up at her and bit my lip as she turned sideways and slid past me, watching me.

"You nasty. Stop looking at me like det." She whispered before walking off. I laughed and watched her and that ass walk away to go get Honour and I some food. 

"You so gay, B!" Kelly shouted.

I snapped my head towards Kelly and squinted my eyes at her. "Kelendria if you don't shut thee f— up." I gritted, censoring myself.

"Okay, okay, lemme hush before you try to beat my ass." She mumbled.

Michelle started laughing and I tilted my head in Kelly's direction and raised my eyebrow. At least she knows. 

When Megan came back, she was holding two plates in her hands. Placing the plates down on the table in front of me and where she was sitting, she slid in between her chair and mine and sat down. 

"Thank you." I smiled at her. 

"Of course, Bey." She spoke, looking over at me. "I hope I made the right choices." 

I looked over at the plate she had in front of her more clearly and noticed baked beans, macaroni and cheese, rice and beans, and some rolls. The plate that was placed in front of me only had some rice and beans and some macaroni, which was for Honour. 

"You did excellent." I smiled at her. 

"Perfect." She replied back with a smirk. 

I heard someone clear their throat and I looked around to see Kelly and Michelle staring at me with big Koolaid smiles. They are going to be shady for the rest of this cookout, I already know it and they better keep their mouths shut and not spill all my damn business about sleeping with Megan to anyone here. 

I decided to start feeding Honour while Megan entertained everyone at the table with some freestyles and information about upcoming performances and projects she had planned. 

After a little while, Honour didn't want to eat anymore and started to get cranky.

"B, what are you doing to my niece?" Kelly asked as Honour cried. I continued to bounce her on my leg for a few more seconds, before picking her up and laying her on my shoulder. 

"I'm not doing anything. She's cranky." I responded, patting Honour's back. "She wants to take a nap, but she's fighting it." 

"Babies really do get the 'Itis'." Michelle commented with a laugh. "Eat, then gotta knock out."

"Give her here." Megan said, reaching over to me. I handed Honour to her and she cradled her in her arms, while I went digging into the diaper bag that was sitting on the table by me. 

"Look at her, tired and fighting it forreal." Megan laughed. 

I grabbed a bottle from the bag and looked over at Honour who was rubbing her eyes as she yawned, still screaming.

"I'll be back." I told Megan as I stood up from my seat and made my way into my mama's house to warm up the bottle for Honour. 

Going into the empty kitchen, I went over to the microwave and put the bottle in and set the time for thirty seconds. 

"She just ate, you think she needs that?" I heard.

I turned around to see Megan still cradling Honour in her arms and I smiled at the sight. "Yes, it's more of a comfort thing and it'll help her go to sleep, even though she just ate some table food."

"Oh okay." She nodded as Honour's cries started to quiet down.

I watched her, admiring how comfortable and how easy motherhood was coming to her. 

"Stop looking at me like that Bey." Megan said.

"I'm sorry babe, but you look so cute with Honour. Not to mention, I haven't been able to be on you how I want to." I grinned at her, placing my hands back on the counter behind me.

"Oh really?" She asked, walking closer towards me.

"Mhmm..." I mumbled.

Once she approached me and was only centimeters away from my face, she looked me up and down before staring into my eyes. "You betta chill out too, I'm really not trying to get in trouble again, if I have to handle your ass here." She warned me. 

"I know, but I can't help it. You look so good." I bit my lip and placed my right arm on her shoulder.

She leaned into me and pecked my lips twice, when the microwave beeped, signaling that the bottle was done. I pulled away from Megan and turned around to take the bottle out of the microwave and gave it to Megan. 

"Give it to her and watch how she calms down." I smiled, turning back around.

Megan took the bottle from me and looked down at Honour. "I'm holding her right, right?" She questioned.

"Mhm, just slant her head up, just a little bit." I watched her. She did as I said and placed the bottle in front of Honour. My baby latched on to it like she didn't just eat and I laughed.

Holding the bottle herself, Honour sucked down the milk and Megan started laughing. "She's just like you Bey, greedy."

"Shut up." I laughed as I rolled my eyes. "I'm not even greedy."

Megan sucked her teeth. "Shit, when it comes to this pussy you are." 

"Nasty. Hush." I giggled, looking at Honour eat. I rubbed her cheek lightly and smiled. 

"Here, take a picture of us." Megan said.

I looked at her and seen her handing her phone over to me. I grabbed her phone and grinned, waving it in the air. "I'm checking your phone after this."

"Girl, don't do that and get your feelings hurt." Megan laughed.

My mouth dropped and I tilted my head to the left. "Are you cheating on me? What do you mean by 'get my feelings hurt'?" I questioned.

"Bey." She laughed. "Just don't go searching for anything you don't want to see, baby. That's all I'm saying. And how can I really cheat on you when you're married?" She smirked at me.

"Tuh..." I stared at her. She must still be talking to and fucking Moneybagg behind my back. But if I even touch Trent, she'll have a conniption. This is that bullshit I was talking about. This is why I'm not even going to tell her I sucked the soul out of Trent almost a month ago. Had the nigga stuttering and shaking, cumming after three minutes. He noticed that my tongue skills had gotten even better, which he thought was damn near impossible, thanks to Megan. After sucking him off, he fucked me all night long.

I can't lie, that night was something magical. Trent and I felt reconnected and it made me question if I was doing the right thing and right now, I'm really not sure if Megan is ready to be committed to me full-time. 

Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes at her as she badgered me to take some pictures. I did as she said and captured the cutest moments of her and Honour. She was even pestering me to take a selfie of all three of us and after snapping multiple family photos of us, Megan wanted her phone back. 

"What do you have to hide?" I asked her, waving her phone in front of her face.

"Nothing." She laughed. "But my feelings not gon be hurt in the end, so just give me my phone, Bey." 

"So, you're basically admitting that you're still talking to people then?" I asked her.

She shook her head at me with a smirk. "I didn't say that, did I? But if you see a conversation between myself and someone you don't like or know, that's going to start problems and lead to an argument. So let's just save the drama and we can do this back at the hotel, not here." She reasoned.

I took a deep breath and gave her—her phone back. I'm going to put hands on Megan, I swear. As soon as we get back to the hotel, her ass is mine. 

I watched her take a selfie while still holding Honour and I wanted to go upside her head so bad.

Just because she's sexy as hell, doesn't mean she can play me like this. I shook my head and walked past her, out of the kitchen while she called for me. I ignored her and went back outside, trying to coach myself to mask my anger when I get back to the table. I don't want anyone in my business and to know that something is up between Megan and I. 

As I approached the table outside, I sat back down in my seat with a blank face. Everyone stopped laughing and looked over at me.

"Bey..you okay?" Michelle asked me.

"Mhm." I nodded and leaned back in my seat. The more I tried not to think about Megan and whatever it was in her phone that she kept saying I would be crying over, the more pissed I became.

"B...B!" I heard.

I looked up to see Kelly staring at me with concern. "Girl, you sure you're okay?" She leaned over and whispered to me. "Your eyebrow is doing that thing. You just got that look and your leg is slightly bouncing." She pointed out.

I looked down and seen my right leg moving up and down and I stopped it and rubbed my hands over my skirt. "I'm fine, girl, thank you." I spoke. 

She was about to say something else, when Megan approached the table, talking. 

"Kelly, can you hold your niece please?" I heard her ask.

I couldn't even look at her face. I swear I want to slap fire to her ass. 

"She sleep? Already?" Kelly laughed.

"Yup. Drunk a little bit of milk and knocked out." Megan laughed. 

"Okay, give her hereeee." Kelly sung. I watched as Megan leaned across me and passed a sleeping Honour to Kelly, who was now standing up halfway and grabbed her and her bottle. 

Kelly ended up passing the bottle off to Michelle and cradled Honour in her arms as she sat back down. Kelly started up another conversation while I tuned them out, too heated to focus on much of anything. 

"Fix your face." I heard. 

I shifted my eyes to the left and remained silent, giving her my signature look that told her to leave me alone without verbally saying it. 

"Ooo." She laughed. "I don't know why you're doing this like this doesn't turn me on." She whispered. "Do you know how wet I get when I piss you off and you act like this?" She leaned closer to my ear and I rolled my eyes.

She's crazy as hell. Really wacked out, but later on, I'm going to show her once again how crazy I can get also. 

"I'll handle you in a few minutes, hold on." She mumbled. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest as I snuck glances over at her taking more selfies and posting her pictures to Instagram.

After a few minutes, she pulled on my arm and guided me to get up and sat me down on her lap. I turned sideways on her lap and stared at her. "I'm not in the mood." I gritted.

"Hush. You gon be in whatever mood I tell you to be in." She blew me off. She looked down, rubbing on my ass and trying to be sneaky and put her hand underneath my skirt. 

I grabbed her wrist and she yanked from me, giving me an evil glare and tried once again to maneuver her hand under my skirt. 

"Jovon." I gritted.

"Shut up." She mumbled. 

"I'm about to slap the shit outta you. Don't tell me to shut up." I eyed her down.

"Ooo, yes. Yes, Ms. Knowles." She smirked at me. Her hand went underneath my skirt and I stood up from her lap. 

She laughed and grabbed my waist, forcing me back down on her lap. Everyone looked over at us and I tried my best to hide my attitude. 

"Is everything alright?" Michelle asked us.

"We're fine. Isn't that right, Beyoncé?" Megan spoke up, rubbing on my left thigh. She pinched it and I shot a look towards her as she held a smile on her face.

"We're fine." I mumbled, staring her down with fire in my eyes. I'm definitely putting hands on her tonight. 

Tearing my eyes away from Megan, I looked around the table and Kelly held a smirk on her face while Michelle looked concerned. 

"Act right." I heard Megan whisper against my neck. She squeezed my waist and I folded my arms over my chest. Feeling her hand once again make it's way under my skirt, I rolled my eyes while she gently caressed my skin. 

After a few minutes, I started to feel myself calm down, her sensual touch, relaxing me. Just when I thought I was going to be mellowed out and have nothing to worry about, Megan slowly worked her fingers up to my cladded core and rubbed my lips gently.

I frowned and looked back at her with a questioning look, trying to understand what she was doing and what she thought was going to be the outcome of doing this right now in front of people.

"Megan."

"Shh...." She said quietly.

Pushing my panties to the side, her fingers found my clit and circled it in a firm, but sensual manner, making me moan lowly. 

"Don't embarrass me." I heard her whisper. 

I don't know how she thought that was possible when she's literally playing with my clit at a table full of people. She's expecting too much of me, knowing exactly how I am when it comes to her touch. 

I leaned forward and placed my elbows on the table, pulling the plate of food Megan made for us earlier closer to me. I had to hide my moans, so I started eating, trying to distract everyone from the moans I let slip in between each bite of food. 

I also jumped into the conversation everyone was having due to Kelly bringing up music production and how her process is when she's in the studio and also how much she's learned from watching me. 

After a few minutes of getting me aroused the best way possible, Megan decided to slip a finger inside of me and I gasped and arched my back in her lap.

"You okay, B?" Kelly asked.

"Mm...mhm." I nodded. "This food is just so good, I can't wait until all the meat is done." I played it off, stuffing a forkful of macaroni into my mouth. 

"Me too girl, anyway." Kelly spoke, carrying on with her conversation.

I looked back at Megan and she had a smirk on her face. 'Perform for me', she mouthed to me and I faced forward again, slowly working my way into the conversation as I rotated my hips on top of Megan. 

I heard her sigh, which made me smile. She was already worked up and I'm barely doing anything. Putting my face in my hands as both my elbows rested on the table, I worked Megan for a little bit before slowing down the circling of my hips and going painfully slow and adding a slight bounce. When I felt her grip my bare ass cheek, I knew I had her and she was done for. I continued to rock my hips in a slow rhythm, adding bounces here and there unexpectedly and the more I did it, the tighter her grip got on my ass. 

"I love you." I heard her whisper in my ear, making me smile. I nodded in response and switched my stroke and started riding her like I was riding some dick. Thrusting my hips forward at a good pace, Megan pressed the front of her body up to my back and I knew she was ready for me. 

"Beyoncé can program and sight read music, she's just a beast, while also mixing and mastering music. She arranges chord structures and is the mastermind behind all the vocal arrangements on a track. Her ear is simply insane." Kelly gloated. "Stuff that a normal person wouldn't hear or think about when it comes to melodies, a piano chord or a horn in a song, she hears it."

"Thank you, Kelly." I grinned brightly at her. I piggybacked off of Kelly and explained how my ear, when it comes to music, came naturally to me when I was a child and how at nine years old I was actually creating harmonies and knew about layering vocals. While talking, Megan forced her face in my neck, moaning and telling me to go faster for her. 

I placed both hands on the sides of the chair and subtly started bouncing nonstop. Between doing that and talking, no one could tell exactly what I was doing and honestly, they didn't even notice. 

"Shit, Bey." Megan moaned against my neck. She slipped in a second finger and I sucked in a deep breath, leaning forward slightly and continuing to bounce. 

Dropping my head as everyone conversed, I knew my time was coming. I 'accidentally' knocked my phone off the table, causing it to fall on the ground in the grass. Bending down, I took the perfect opportunity in the position I was in to work the hell out of Megan. Grabbing my phone, I reached my left hand up towards her for balance and she caught on to what I was doing. Grabbing my hand and intertwining her fingers with mine, I moved and bounced on her fingers, hiding my moans. 

"You okay Bey? Whatchu doing?" I heard. 

I shot up and sat up straight in Megan's lap and raised my phone up that was in my right hand. "I dropped my phone."

"Oh, okay." Michelle smiled. 

Kelly eyed me and frowned and I gave her a big smile. Pulling my left hand away from Megan's, I pushed her back by her stomach to get her to ease up off of me, so people wouldn't get suspicious and she grabbed my wrist, holding my hand in place. Feeling her warm, bare, toned stomach, she subtly thrusted her hips up into me, making her fingers go deeper and I bit my tongue as hard as possible, trying not to moan out loud. I stopped bouncing on her fingers and went back to riding her, thrusting my hips back and forth, causing my ass to start twitching. 

Oh, I'm about to cum!

I stayed focused and looked around the table at everyone as they were still talking to make sure no one was suspicious and watching me. 

Digging my nails into Megan's stomach, I communicated with her silently, just with that simple action and she wrapped her arm around my waist tightly as her other hand continued to work its magic.

"Dripping all down my hand and arm, the hell. Wet ass pussy." I heard her mumble.

I laughed and continued my movements as I felt Megan rest her head on my back. My legs started shaking and my ass started twitching more violently. I pursed my lips, trying not to scream and still biting my tongue.

"It's so fucking juicy, shit.." I heard. 

I dropped my head and dug my hand into Megan's thigh as I felt myself release. Letting out heavy breaths, I leaned back into Megan, making her lean back as well and remove her head off of my back. I threw my head back on her shoulder as I tried to get myself together.

"You're nasty as hell." I mumbled deeply directly by her ear.

"You're just a freak and you allow me to do whatever I want to you. You need some control."

"Yeah, whateva, you're the one to talk about some control." I laughed lowly. "What's my name?" I asked her.

"Yoncé, shit. That deep ass voice about to have me cummin' in a minute too." She said breathlessly.

I smiled and kissed her cheek before standing up, making Megan quickly pull her fingers out of me. 

"I'm about to make some plates. I think the meats are mostly done y'all, shit, they better be." I announced. Everyone clapped and got up excitedly and I looked down at Megan to see her thighs wet and covered in a thin layer of my essence. 

I gave her a wink and told her I would make her a plate before walking away. I can't believe Megan had me doing nasty shit like that and then I'm making her a plate. That girl really is daddy. 

*

After leaving my Mama's house, Megan decided that I needed to come back to her hotel, so we could spend more time together and she can get up inside of me once again before she has to leave tomorrow night.

Coming back to her hotel, we took turns showering and cuddled up to watch some movies while we talked about our upcoming plans, my divorce, the entertainment industry and Honour before we got into sex. I wasn't entirely upset about what Megan told me at the cookout about checking her phone, but I still felt a way and wanted to put hands on her, just to get her back. No matter what I say or tell Megan, she's most likely going to still be in touch with Bagg, just because of how our situation is and their history. But I'll be damned if I don't at least try to convince her to stop contacting him.

"Yes, baby." Megan moaned out, grabbing onto my breasts as I rode her. 

"Are you going to continue to contact Bagg?" I asked her, quickly sliding up the strap and slamming back down.

"Ohh shit! Damn, Bey!" She yelled, removing her hands from my chest and grabbing onto my waist.

"Answer my question. Huh? Are you going to keep him around?" I spoke. 

She moaned and closed her eyes and I gently slapped her right cheek. "Hello! I know you hear me talking to you, Megan." I gave her left cheek a slap and she grabbed my hands. 

"Calm down, the hell." Megan moaned. "Don't be slapping me like that, crazy ass."

"Answer me or imma slap you again." I demanded. 

She stayed quiet, only moaning and too focused on how I was making her feel to really pay attention to me. I bent down to her neck and bit it.

"Ow, fuck! Damn Bey!" She whined. 

She pushed my head away from her and I sat up straight and stopped riding her. 

"Answer me." I demanded.

"Why you stop?" She asked me, slapping my ass.

"You're not getting any pussy until you answer me." I placed my hands on both sides of her head and leaned down to her face.

"Babe..." She whined. "Don't ruin the momenttt...I need to cum so bad, baby, I'm almost there, don't do this." She pleaded.

"It's a simple answer. Yes or no." I kissed her bottom lip and pulled on it, causing her to groan. She grabbed my ass and squeezed it before making my body bounce on top of her.

I bit her lip and kissed her sensually, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She kept making me bounce on the strap, trying to distract me and I grabbed her hands off of my ass, still kissing her. I forced her hands up by her head and intertwined our fingers. She kept trying to move her hands and grab onto me as we kissed and I kept them firmly in place. Slowly starting to ride her, I would bounce every five seconds, making Megan groan and pull away from my lips.

"Fuck...Yoncé.." She said breathlessly.

"Yes or no?"

"No. Just keep riding me like this, shit.." She moaned out.

It could be a lie or she might be serious, but I think I've made it clear what I want from her and how I don't like her still dealing with Bagg. Hopefully she respects my wishes, but I definitely won't be holding my breath. 

I let Megan's hands go and she immediately grabbed onto my ass, helping me ride and I placed my hands on her stomach for balance. 

"Bey, oh my god babyyyy. The way you're rocking your hips..mmm." 

I smiled and heard my phone going off. I knew it was mine, just by how close the ringtone sounded, since Megan had her phone on DND and put it further away from us on the nightstand. 

I reached over for my phone, since my Mama is watching Honour for the night for me. Seeing as though I lied to Trent and told him that I was staying at my Mama's house with Honour, I figured why not make part of my lie a reality, especially since I didn't want to have sex with Megan in front of my baby. 

Looking at the contact name, I seen Trent's name and rolled my eyes. He's gonna have to wait. I tossed my phone back down on the mattress and kissed Megan,  resuming the intensity of how I was riding. 

"Who is that?" She questioned me.

"Trent." I mumbled against her lips.

She grabbed my neck and pushed me away from her face, staring me down with a blank expression. Opening her legs wider and putting her feet firmly on the mattress, she thrusted her hips up into me, making me bounce unwillingly on top of her. 

"O-oh-ohhh s-sh-shiiiit!" I screamed out, reaching for Megan. I guess her jealous side has taken over right now. 

"Who's your daddy? Huh?" She gritted, thrusting up into me faster. 

"Y-y-youuuuuu!" I screamed, trying to reach for her stomach to hold on to. "Ohmygodohmygod! Mmmm,  fuck daddy!"

I moaned, screamed and let out sexual sighs nonstop as Megan let all of her frustration and rage out through her movements. I heard my phone go off again and I cursed, reaching for it once again.

"If it's him again and you answer, I'm gonna make sure you scream my fucking name. Try me." She gritted.

"Mhm." I nodded as I grabbed ahold of my phone. I seen Kelly's contact name and I shook my head, putting my phone back down. She can wait too. 

Once the call ended, I heard my phone dinging back to back and I gently slapped Megan's chest. 

"Hold on, babe." I moaned.

She slowed down, but still continued to fuck me as I grabbed my phone once again. Looking in my notification center, I seen multiple texts from Kelly in all caps. The hell is going on?

"What is it?" Megan asked me.

"I don't know, something's going on." I said, unlocking my phone.

Megan gently flipped me over onto my back and hovered over me. She started to say something as I went to my messages, but my phone started ringing again and it was Kelly. I accepted the call and pushed the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"B! Beyoncé! Oh my god! Gurl, you in some shit!" She yelled.

"Why are you yelling? What's the issue?" I asked her while Megan stroked slowly inside of me, making me dig my nails deep into her back.

"Your mama just called me, B! She thought you were here at my house, since you up and left her house! I guess Trent showed up to see you and Honour and he was surprised when your mama told him that you weren't there and how she figured you went to my house! Now this nigga is calling me! Get your man Beyoncé, before I hurt his feelings and tell him the real! He's cussing me out, trying to figure out where you are, because I accidentally told him you weren't here! I didn't know your mama was gonna tell him you were over here! If I'm gonna be involved in your lies and be an alibi, you gotta give me a heads up, B! You gotta be more careful and let me know!" She ranted. 

I sighed and grabbed my forehead as Megan put her face in my neck, kissing on it.

"I'm sorry, Kels, I'm so sorry, I swear." I apologized. I didn't mean to get her or my mama caught up in my mess. I should've been more careful and informed Kelly that she was probably going to be my alibi just in case something like this happened. But I honestly didn't expect Trent to pop up at my mama's house, especially without texting or calling me first. He's sneaky as hell. 

Megan circled and dipped her hips, pushing deeper into me. 

"Aaahhhh, shit..." I moaned lowly, grabbing on her head.

"Oh, B, you're in deep shit right now. Whatever you're doing, hurry up and finish and handle this, because Trent might be coming after you." She warned me.

"I know, I know. I'm going to handle it and talk to him. Don't tell him anything. I'm sorry about this again."

"I won't." She promised me. 

We said our goodbyes and I threw my phone and placed my hands on Megan's back. 

"What's wrong, Bey?" She mumbled against my neck.

"Trent probably knows I'm cheating on him and he's most likely trying to find out where I am right now."

She lifted her head up and stared at me. "Your location is off, right? I mean, he hasn't put a tracker on your car or phone, right?" She asked.

"I don't know...I don't think so, but I wouldn't know if he did or not anyway."

She sighed and pulled away from me. "I don't want you to get caught, as much as I hate him, I don't want to make this situation worse for you, Bey."

"It's fine, babe." I smiled, grabbing her face. "This is the last night we get to spend together before you leave. I don't know when we'll see each other after this. I don't want him ruining this for us."

"I don't know, Bey. You're playing with fire." She shook her head. "He clearly knows you're cheating on him Bey. This isn't good. After this situation, it's not going to look good for you or us."

"I know..." I responded, starting to stress out. 

"I know you didn't mean to flaunt our situation, but...technically you are, we are. If he doesn't know where you are and he's trying to figure out who you're with, I mean it's clear as day, babe."

"I know baby. I don't even want to think about having to go home and explain to him where I was." I mumbled.

She grabbed my face and gave me a sympathetic look. "I know you don't want to and I don't want you to leave, but you have to. I'm looking at the bigger picture here and your divorce. Don't risk everything for me, Bey."

"I know." I said, leaning in and kissing her lips. "But can you at least give me my nut, please? He's not going to ruin that for me."

Megan laughed and shook her head at me. "You are truly something else, Professor Knowles."

I giggled and she got back into a comfortable position on top of me and I grabbed onto her back. I'll handle Trent after Megan leaves me satisfied. I'm going to need my nut if I have to go into a lion's den to deal with Trent's jealous ass.

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As soon as I walked into my mansion, I was greeted with an irate Trent and I knew this was going to be our most heated argument yet.

I tried to walk past him as he yelled and cursed at me, asking me where I've been, but he kept moving in front of me and blocking my way.

"Trent! Move!" I yelled at him.

"I'm not moving and you ain't going a damn place until you tell me where you've been, Beyoncé! You lying to your mother now and you got Kelly trying to cover for you! You dragging other people into this to get a quick fuck! Is the dick or pussy that fucking good!?" He ranted.

I laughed and nodded my head. "Is it possible that maybe, just maybe, I can handle myself and I don't need you or anyone else for sex? Not everything is about sex, Trent, and it's way deeper than that." I said, slipping up by accident. 

I just hinted to Trent that whatever situation I had going on was more than just sex, which definitely sounds like cheating to anyone.

"What are you talking about!? What's deeper!? Your relationship that you've been having on the side!?" He asked me.

I folded my arms over my chest. "It's late, I'm done arguing with you. Argue with yaself." I spoke.

Stepping around him, he grabbed me roughly and pulled me into him. Staring me down, I knew he was past pissed off with me.

"Stop fucking lying." He gritted at me. "Where you been?"

"I went to a bar." I lied.

"Let me smell your breath, you don't smell like alcohol, Beyoncé." He stated. "In fact...." He trailed off, forcing his face into my neck. "You smell like someone else, Bey. Don't fucking play with me. Who is that on you?"

I pushed him away from me and tried to walk away from him once again. "You're paranoid, Trent. I just want to take a shower and relax."

"You want to take a shower huh? So you can wash the person's scent off of you?" He spoke angrily. 

"No, because it's been a long day and it's hot as hell outside. What is wrong with you, Trent?" I asked.

"No." He shook his head. "Nah. You don't smell like that, Bey. I know you. I know what you smell like and what perfume you use. That ain't you. And it smells feminine as hell. You fucking wit a bitch!?"

My face naturally turned into a frown, immediately going into defense mode over Megan.

Don't do it, Beyoncé

Don't say anything

You cannot admit that you're cheating on him

I upped my right eyebrow as I felt my top lip starting to twitch with annoyance.

"Don't be disrespectful." I said deeply. 

"Oh?" He chuckled bitterly. "Look at you, Bey. Your voice dropping on me. You mad? You mad now, Beyoncé, because I called your girl a bitch?"

I shook my head and chuckled lowly. "I don't have a girl, Trent, but you're being disrespectful as hell. I told you about using that bitch word around me."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm calling it how I see it. You come in here smelling like another damn woman. I didn't even think you were into bitches, Beyoncé. The pussy is that good?"

I licked my lips, desperately wanting to be honest and bruise his ego, but I stayed silent and smiled. Walking away from him, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me back into him. 

"You not walking away from this. Tell me what I want to know, now."

"There's nothing to tell, Trent. If you want me to lie, I can do that, but that'll only hurt your feelings." I smirked.

"Ain't shit that can hurt my feelings about a bitch you fucking with." He stated confidently.

"Oh really, baby? So if I lied and told you how well she eats my pussy..." I smiled, running my finger along his lips. "How hard she makes me cum." I moaned, closing my eyes and throwing my head back, holding onto his chin. Slowly bending down, I opened my eyes and looked at him. "How she makes me scream her name, how she fucks me better than you." I smirked at him. I stood up straight again and leaned into his face. "You wouldn't feel a way? What if I told you I have her juices all over my lip's right now." I said sensually, whispering against his lips. 

I mushed him in his face and turned around to head upstairs. This argument is over and I need to shower and unwind.

"Bitch, you not going nowhere!" He yelled, grabbing me. He pulled me so hard, swinging me around, I almost fell. He caught me at the last minute and got in my face. "You got another thing coming if you think I won't find out what you're doing, Beyoncé."

"Bitch!?" I yelled in shock. In all the years we've been together, out of all the arguments we've had, Trent has never called me out of my name. Never. 

"Yeah, bitch! You out here fucking on bitches and now you trying to be funny while flaunting that shit in my face, trying to cover it up as a hypothetical!"

I slapped him in his face and he grabbed me, ramming me into the nearest wall we were in front of. 

"Look at how this bitch has you acting out, Beyoncé!" He ranted. "Does your bitch know how many times I've came inside you within the last month!?"

"There is no bitch, Trent! So stop being disrespectful! You're so butthurt about a hypothetical when you're the one who said nothing could hurt your feelings! You calling me out of my name and being this disrespectful is disgusting! Get off of me before I call the police on your ass!" I yelled. 

He let me go and let out a frustrated scream as I quickly tried to leave the scene. Crazy ass nigga. 

Rushing upstairs, I decided that I couldn't stay in my own home, not with him like this. He needs to calm the hell down and I refuse to go through anymore physical or verbal abuse from him. He's lucky all I did was slap him for calling me a bitch and not beat his ass for constantly calling Megan out of her name. 

Grabbing my suitcase and dufflebag, I quickly packed what I could while standing in a section of my closet. Before I even had half of my suitcase filled, I felt arms wrap around me and I immediately tensed. 

I pushed his arms off of me and went to grab some more clothes and when I went back over to my suitcase, he grabbed my arm.

"Stop, stop, stop, Bey." He begged me.

"Get off of me, Trent." I gritted at him.

He sighed. "So, what? I can't touch you now?" He asked me.

"Hell no! Negro you pushed me into a wall! Are you mentally unstable?" I asked him, completely in awe at how he can magically forget how he just acted towards me. 

"I'm sorry, Bey."

"Yes you are." I shook my head in disappointment. I pushed him out of my way and continued to grab clothes that I would need for the next few days. 

"Bey, please. Just stop." He begged me.

"Oh? Now it's Bey, please, instead of 'Bitch, please'? It isn't bitch anymore?" I questioned him. "Get out of my face, Trent." I threw my hand up at him.

He sighed and grabbed my waist, dropping to his knees. "Bey, I'm sorry. My anger got the best of me, but it's obvious you're cheating on me again. I don't know what to do anymore, Bey, forreal. I don't want to lose you. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it."

I tilted my head to the right, staring at him. He thinks I'm cheating on him, but he wants to fix things and thinks it's his fault? Going about this divorce is going to be harder than I originally thought. It's clear Trent doesn't want to let me go. He's willing to still stay by my side when this is the second time I've cheated on him. 

"Say something, Bey..." 

"I...I don't know what to say, Trent. I really don't right now. There's so many issues within our marriage and a lot of the problems stems from my past with cheating on you, causing you to be insecure. But putting your hands on me and calling me out of my name is a respect issue and you obviously don't have any respect for me." I explained.

"I do, I lost my cool. But I'm willing to work through things with you if you are cheating, Bey. Just...you gotta be honest and tell me that shit. Don't keep lying and gaslighting me, man." He sighed, dropping his head. 

I do feel bad for Trent. I didn't mean for things to happen this way. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. I really thought after Megan cut me off that she would never come back into my life. But ever since she has, I can't shake her. No matter what, that woman will always have my heart. And with her leaving me alone for so long, I really thought I had moved on from her, but I haven't and never will. 

"Tell me, Bey. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it baby. I just can't let you walk out of my life like this." He pleaded with me. 

Grabbing his face, I stared at him for a minute or so, contemplating on telling him the truth. Feeling overwhelmed with my thoughts and emotions, I felt a tear fall from my eye and I quickly wiped it away. 

"Don't cry, Bey." He spoke, standing up. He embraced me and kissed all over my face. "Just talk to me Bey.." He mumbled in between kisses. "I can't fix something, if I don't even know what to fix."

I leaned my head back, so Trent would stop kissing me. Staring at him, the tears unwillingly fell. My conscience is nagging at me and I feel terrible. Trent is really blaming himself for me cheating and the truth of the matter is, it's not his fault. It has nothing to do with him, but to do with me and my heart. No matter how good of a man Trent is and no matter what he tries to change, he will never be Megan. And that's just what it is. 

"Stop crying, Bey." Trent spoke, wiping my face of tears as they continuously rolled down my face. "Tell me what I need to do and change. Talk to me."

I shook my head. "You can't do anything, Trent. It's me, baby, it's me. I can't do this anymore, Trent."

"Wait." He shook his head. "What do you mean you can't do this anymore? Do what? Our marriage? Are you trying to leave me?" He ranted.

"Trent..." I tried to find the right words to say, but no matter how delicately you try to say you want a divorce, it's going to be taken in a hurtful and negative way. 

"You can't leave, Beyoncé. I can't lose you and I won't. You're my wife, Bey. We have our ups and downs, but we're good for each other." He explained. 

Getting him to accept this divorce is not going to be easy, so I'm gonna have to be sneaky about it and spring it on him in a way he has no other choice but to accept it. 

Trent rested his hands on my hips and stared deep into my eyes. "You love me right?"

I sighed and nodded my head. "Of course I love you, Trent...I just..."

"No. That's all there is to it then. You love me."

"Trent, you need more than just love for a marriage to work and last. It's not working baby, it's not. I'm sorry." I spoke truthfully.

"Imma fix it, just give me time. I promise, Bey. Don't leave, work with me." He begged me. 

He's not understanding and refusing to let me go. And I really don't want to deal with this right now. 

He leaned his face into my neck and started kissing on me, making me shrug my shoulders up and try to push him away. 

"Trent, sex is not the answer, stop it." I said.

"It's the answer for right now, relax and I'll handle everything, Bey. I promise." His hands slid down to my ass and squeezed it.

I rolled my eyes and let him carry on. He's going to go crazy if I try to leave him right now. I need to distract him with sex and that will give him some type of closure. Mind-blowing sex for the last time is honestly the best closure I can offer, because there's no words that I can say that will soften this blow and give Trent the closure he needs. 

"Take me to the shower." I whispered. 

No way in hell was I going to have sex with Trent with Megan still on me. 

Trent grunted as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Carrying me to the bathroom, my guilt was eating me up inside, but this is the last night that I have to pretend and continue to lie to him. It's done. 

*

Placing the divorce papers down and putting a note on top of them on the nightstand by Trent's side of the bed, I gently placed a pen on top of the paperwork and took one last glimpse of him sleeping peacefully. Rolling my suitcase as I carried Honour's duffle bag and my duffle bag on my shoulders, I quietly left my bedroom and went downstairs. Going to my garage, I put my belongings in the back and got in the driver's seat of my car. Once my garage door lifted up, I rushed out of the garage and drove quickly away from my residence. The last thing I wanted to do was be there when Trent wakes up and sees the note I left him and the divorce papers. I wish we could've done an amicable split, but I just don't see it happening with how he was acting last night. 

I drove to my mother's house, since she still has Honour and I know she'll give me a good talking to. I really need one right now, my emotions are all over the place.

Driving for about an hour, I finally pulled up to my mother's house and gathered my things. Going up to the front door, I rung the doorbell and after a few minutes my mother opened the door with a confused look on her face.

"Beyoncé, honey, what are you doing here?" She asked me. "It's two in the morning." I stayed silent, trying to hold back my tears as she looked between my face and the luggage. "Oh, sweetie, c'mon." She motioned me inside.

I walked into the house and she closed the door, before embracing me tightly. As soon as she touched me, I broke down. I'm completely overwhelmed and I'm scared about how this divorce will turn out for me. Will Trent go crazy? Will I have bad karma for doing Trent like this? Will Megan end up cheating on me in the future and do me the way I did Trent? How will Trent and I co-parent with the blatant animosity he'll have towards me? Will Megan and I actually work out? 

I have so many questions, but no answers. 

My mama guided me into the living room and helped me get settled in. After putting my luggage down, I sat down on the couch. My mother tried to console me, but I couldn't stop crying.

"Bey, baby, you have to calm down and stop crying or you're going to make yourself sick." She said.

I shook my head, letting the tears flow freely as I thought about this situation I created. I never intended to hurt anyone, that's the last thing I wanted to do, but it seems like that's all I've been doing to Trent and Megan for the last year or two. 

"You finally left him?" My mama asked me.

I nodded my head, wiping away my tears as fast as they fell. She took a deep breath and rubbed my back, trying to comfort me. After trying to coach me to calm down, after a while, I started to relax and eventually my crying came to a halt. Sitting dazed in silence, my mother grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"Did you ever love him, Beyoncé?" She asked me. "Because you know I raised you better than this. When you first brought Megan here to meet me, I knew then someone was going to get hurt and that it would most likely be Trent."

I looked at her and nodded. "Of course I did. I loved him mama, I still do. I was in love with Trent when we got married. But once Megan reentered my life...I..." I sighed. "I'm in love with her and I love her more than I love Trent. I didn't want to keep hurting Megan by stringing her along, mama. If Megan would've reentered my life before I got married, I wouldn't have married Trent and it would've saved me from all of this drama. I didn't know..I thought she hated me." I explained. 

"Oh, Bey, this is a tough situation." My mama sighed. 

"I know." I mumbled. 

"So, what do you plan on doing now? I know you're hurting, but I need to know what you plan on doing moving forward. I mean, you showed up here for a reason." She spoke. 

"I just need a week here, mama. I don't want to be at the house with Trent. I told him that I'm giving him a week to move all of his things out. Then, I'll go back home."

She sighed. "You really expect that man to move all of his things to a different place within a week, Beyoncé?"

"He has no choice, mama." I assured her. "If his things aren't moved out of my house in seven days, I will have his thing's physically removed from my property and dumped in the inner city, where people could actually use his things."

"Okay, honey, just be careful. Make sure you call your lawyer later on and get everything in order." She advised me.

I nodded. "I know, I might have to file a protective order anyways." I mentioned.

"What do you mean?" She asked me.

"I just have a feeling Trent won't be able to let me go, mama. He called me out of my name and put his hands on me whe—."

"He what!?" She yelled, jumping up from the couch.

Sighing, I knew my mama's blood pressure was going to raise. "It's okay, mama. My back is a little sore, but I'm fine."

"No, Giselle. I don't like this one bit. If a man will put his hands on you, he will kill you! You are not to go back to that house until you know for sure he has gotten all of his things! And you need to change your locks!" My mama warned me. 

"I will, mama, I will." I promised her. 

I watched her as she started pacing in front of me, lecturing me about everything I need to do later on this morning and ranted on about how she doesn't want Trent anywhere near Honour, myself, or her.

I really wish it didn't turn out like this. I can only imagine what Megan's reaction is going to be when I tell her what Trent did to me.

In an hour when I wake up

I'mma take a little time and bring up

The fact that we did break up

And just for one night we made up

And we made love, and it was so good

That sweet, rough, that funky stuff

I can tell by your moans, you ain't get enough

Maybe you are, but it ain't my love

Don't be expecting no breakfast in the morning baby

You got all you gon' get, this is it, this is closure

This is closure, this is closure, this is closure, told ya

Now you're looking at me with faces

Cause I went two different places

You're thinking it's a new beginning

When I know that it's the ending

We ended our time for a reason

Our trouble was never pleasing

Each other we got the right seeds done

That ain't enough to plant our dreams in

Oh I want some sugar in my bowl

A deeper connection baby

Don't you want more?

I think it's time that we move forward

I purred like a kitten and you roared

This is the last time I hope you enjoyed

Now would you mind leaving out the back door?

- Jill Scott

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Chapter Text

Five Weeks Later

Megan Pete

I sat down on the small couch across from the female interviewer. Today, I'm doing a interview and I wanted to try to shed light on black female podcasters in the industry, by being interviewed by one.

Once the interview started, we really started vibing and it felt like I was talking to an old friend of mine, not an interviewer. She was asking me in depth questions about my upcoming projects, relationships, my childhood and college.

"So, you have made it clear that you don't plan on dropping out of college despite being one of the hottest female rappers out right now, right? So tell me how difficult it is to balance this profession while being a full time student. Does Megan Thee Stallion get treated as Megan Thee Stallion at TSU? Or are you just known to the professor's as Megan, Megan Thee Student?" She asked me.

We both laughed and I shook my head. "No, honestly, the professor's don't care about any of that. They don't care if I have music on the radio or that I'm doing performances and festivals or that I have to make club appearances. To them, I'm just Megan Pete and they hold me to the same standard as any other student, as they should, ya know? But I do think they could be a tad bit more understanding when it comes to me turning in assignments on time. A lot of the time, I'm booked and I have to scramble at the last minute to finish an assignment  after I just got off the stage doing a thirty minute to an hour set. They could give me a little more leniency." I laughed. "Just a little more, instead of being petty and docking me points for my assignments being turned in a couple of minutes late."

The interviewer laughed and shook her head. "Wait! They're docking you points for turning in your assignments only a few minutes late, knowing you're Megan Thee Stallion and have other obligations?"

I nodded my head. "Girl, they don't care! They don't care nothing about my lil title." I joked.

"Damn, that's petty as hell." She laughed.

"And is!" I laughed.

"Well, besides some Professors being petty towards you and not caring about your circumstances, is there one Professor who does understand and tries to give you a little slack? Any Professor that has been a big help to you?"

I smiled, thinking about Beyoncé.

"Yes, there's one, in particular." I stated.

"Care to comment any further on that?" She asked me.

"No." I shook my head. "All I can say is that there is one Professor who has helped me a considerable amount and I make sure that I tell them that every chance I'm able to."

"Okay, okay." She smirked. "I see you cheesing a lil hard over there. Do you have a crush on this said Professor perhaps?" 

I laughed and closed my eyes for a moment. Beyoncé would kill me if I even led on to anyone about anything. Given our history at TSU, she's going to be the first person they look at if I admit to having a crush. 

"Haven't we all had crushes on teachers?" I stated, successfully diverting and trying to steer the conversation. "I remember in middle school there was this substitute." I said, now making the main focus on the teachers I had in the past instead of the present. "We had the substitute for half of the school year and I loved showing up to that class."

Successfully turning the interviewer's attention to my younger school days, she started asking me about my favorite subject in school and how I interacted with other children back then. 

I really hope I threw people off my trail about Beyoncé. The last thing I want is a repeat of the TSU situation. 

*

I walked into the Health Science building at TSU, heading to my academic advisor's office for the meeting she scheduled with me. She said she had some concerns about my classes and credits and wanted me to come on campus to speak with her about it. Getting to her office, she motioned me in with a huge smile and got up from her desk to hug me. Asking me how I was doing and how the entertainment life was treating me, we made small talk as we both sat down at her desk. 

"Okay, enough about your amazing entertainment life. I know you have a lot going on and you're trying to graduate without overwhelming yourself with classes due to your career obligations, but I wanted to talk with you about our academic plan we created last semester." She started off.

"Okay." I nodded.

"You've been doing extremely well Megan, but going through your classes, you're missing one more elective. I want you to get that out of the way before focusing on the last three classes you need for your degree."

I sighed and she pulled out an advising sheet to help plan out the rest of my classes for my academic career. "I know, I know, Megan, but it's only an elective that I want you to focus on for this semester. I know you've mentioned you have a lot of engagements and things planned out for the rest of the year, so you'll only be taking this one class. Choose something you'll enjoy and that won't be a burden to you."

"Okay, okay." I agreed. "I need a list of classes available that I can take."

She nodded her head and ended up pulling up a list on her computer of different electives that I could take.

"You know, I've noticed that you've taken Music electives. That would make perfect sense and clearly you would enjoy another music elective now that you're a famous musician." She spoke.

I nodded my head and looked through the list of classes. Music Theory, Jazz Studies, Music Therapy, Musical Theater, Music Composition II, Music Production II.

I looked through the summary of the classes and the Professors teaching each class. Once I seen Beyoncé's name, I smiled to myself. 

Music Production II. Professor Knowles. Learning hands on production skills and how to mix and master music in a studio. Must have taken Music Fundamentals I, Music Production I, Music Composition I or Music Theory. 

"I'll do Music Production II." I spoke, looking over at my advisor.

"You sure? That requires you to be on campus more. You'll actually be working in the studio. You don't want to take Music Theory or something?" She advised.

"No." I shook my head. "I'll make it work. The class will help me more with my career anyway, I'll be fine."

"Okay..." She spoke, writing it down on my academic plan sheet. "Music Production II with Professor Knowles it is..."

I sat back in the chair with a smirk on my face. Oh, I know Bey is going to freak out when she sees me show up for this class. A repeat of my fall sophomore semester? Oh, this is going to be good.

*

One Week Later

Beyoncé Knowles

I stood at my podium, pulling up my PowerPoint, so it would be shown on the projector screen. Today is the first day of the new fall semester and though I enjoyed my little summer vacation, I'm happy to get back to teaching. I missed it so much.

Hearing students voices, I looked up to see them coming into the lecture hall and smiled. Greeting them, I stepped from behind my podium and waited as more students gathered and found seats. When it was about two minutes before class was supposed to start, I spoke up only to be interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Am I late?" I heard. 

Looking towards the door of the lecture hall, I froze as I saw Megan in the flesh. 

What the hell is she doing here? 

The entire class erupted with chaos as people screamed, clapped and yelled Megan's name. No way in hell she's in this class and no way in hell will other students be able to learn and pay attention with her here. She's going to be such a distraction. 

I tried to settle the class down and after a few minutes of Megan also trying to get everyone to quiet down, they tried to contain themselves and calmed down with their fangirling. 

"Okay everyone, I know that this is a great surprise, but excuse me while I try to get the reasoning for Ms. Megan Thee Stallion's surprise visit." I spoke, making my way towards the lecture hall stairs. Climbing them with my eye's zeroed in on Megan, she had a cocky smirk on her face. She most likely did this on purpose and set this whole thing up, and I'm going to find out. 

Getting within arms reach of her, I was tempted to grab her by her arm and drag her out of the lecture hall like a two year old, but opted not to. Motioning my ring finger for her to follow me, I opened one of the lecture hall's doors and allowed her to walk out of the room first. 

She smiled at me and exited the hall with me following directly behind her and I slightly slammed the door shut, once I made it out into the hallway.

"What are you doing here, Megan?" I spoke, eyeing her down.

"I missed you, baby." She grinned, grabbing onto my right arm. 

I pulled away from her and shook my head. Raising my right hand up, I pointed at her. "Stop playing around, Megan. Seriously, what are you doing here?" I asked her.

"Fineeee." She sighed. "You never want to play with me anymore." She rolled her eyes.

"Because this right here is not a game. We aren't at your house or my house." I whispered. "We're on campus, in a professional setting. Why are you popping up on me like this? I just spoke with you on FaceTime earlier this morning and you never mentioned that you were here and going to come on campus today." I said with irritation.

"You need to calm down before you give yourself high blood pressure." Megan laughed.

I folded my arms over my chest and tilted my head to the left as I gave her a blank look. 

"Alright, alright." She laughed. "I'm registered for this class. I'm in Music Production II, so that means, once again, you will be my Professor." She smiled at me.

"Is this a joke? It has to be." I said, looking around, waiting for anyone to pop out laughing at me and tell me that all of this was just a joke. 

Megan chuckled. "It's not a joke, Bey. Check your roster. I'm in this class, your class. I spoke with my advisor last week and she said that I needed another elective credit."

I sighed deeply and bent my head down, trying to think clearly. Placing my hand on my forehead, I tried to think of the pros and cons of having Megan in my class once again, and honestly, the cons outweighed the limited pros.

"Babe, you gotta relax." She whispered, grabbing my hips.

"No." I snatched away from her before looking around to make sure no one was watching. "Why did you do this? Huh? You know you can't control yourself Megan, and you know it's hard for me to resist you, so why would you try to put us through this again? Huh?"

"We've spent a lot of time apart. You're separated now, it's official, so I want to see what's up with you." She spoke.

"So you want to keep tabs on me? Because that's exactly what it sounds like." I shook my head. "And how is this going to work with your career, Megan? We're going to be having classes in the studio. This is a hands on learning course, how are you going to do that with your music industry engagements and obligations?" I questioned.

"It's gonna work." She assured me. "I'll be here and if I can't make it, I'll get on Zoom and participate and learn with the rest of the class. Don't be petty and drop me from this class, Beyoncé. I really need this credit."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "There's so many other courses you could've taken, Megan. I don't get why you're doing this. It can't be how it was before. I can't have anyone speculating anything."

"I didn't want to take those other courses. This course pertains to my career the most. It's just a bonus that you so happen to teach it. Stop acting like this, Bey." She complained.

She grabbed onto my right hip and I slapped her hand down. "Megan, you're about to piss me off. Don't do this here, and don't call me by my first name. No games, Megan, I'm serious. We can't get caught up again. And you will be treated like the rest of the students. No extra credit, no leniency, no hints about quizzes, no study guides this time, nothing." I said sternly. 

She chuckled. "You betta watch who you talkin' to. I don't give a damn where we are right now, I will get you togetha. Do I make myself clear?" She sassed me.

"Little girl." I laughed. "That's not going to work with me this time. I'm putting my foot down. I'm in charge. We will NOT have a repeat of what happened before, Megan. Come correct or get dropped from my class. Now, do I make myself clear?" I questioned her, ending my statement with a smirk.

She stared at me blankly and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry?" I laughed. "I didn't hear you. What was that? Did I not make myself clear?"

She squinted her eyes at me, trying to resist being submissive to me. I could tell by the look in her eyes, she was trying to see how far she could push me. 

"You're ignoring me now?" I laughed. 

She remained silent and I nodded my head before looking around to make sure no one would witness what I was about to do.

I grabbed her by her neck, slightly squeezing it and she raised her hand up to hit my arm. 

"Bitc—."

"Say it, I dare you." I gritted. "And go ahead and touch me." I provoked her. Staring her down with fire in my eyes, I could tell that she wanted this. She wants to see if I actually mean business this time around and if she still has the power to manipulate me and our situation. But like I told her, that shit is done now. I'm in charge.

"Touch me, Megan, and I swear to God, I will slam you against that wall." I warned her.

"You ain't about to do shit." She said, her voice laced with anger.

I laughed and slammed her back against the wall we were standing next to. Choking her, I smiled and leaned by her ear. "Don't test me, Megan. I don't want any problems out of you this semester. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yeah." She mumbled.

"Excuse me?" I questioned her. "Try that again." I said huskily. "You know I don't do 'yeah's'." I purposely dug my acrylics deeper into her neck and I heard her sigh lowly.

"Yes, Professor Knowles. Crystal clear." She mumbled.

"Ahhhh." I laughed lowly. "I see you learn fast, baby. That's good. You know, this is like déjà vu from when I checked you for the first time in your sophomore year. Let's not make the same mistakes this go round. Okay?"

I kissed her ear gently and let her neck go, hearing a slight growl come from her lips. 

"Fuck.." She whispered.

"Yes?" I asked her, looking around to make sure there were still no witnesses. 

"That was sexy as hell. When this class is over let me come to your office, so I can handle you." She grabbed my hips and pulled me up against her. 

"I can't." I whispered to her, putting my hands on her shoulders and pulling away from her.

"And why not?" She said with an attitude.

"Because, I'm on my period." I gave her a quirky smile and straightened out my suit.

"Shiet." She mumbled with a sigh. "Look...there's other options and holes to use."

"Excuse me?" My mouth dropped. "Other holes?" I frowned in confusion.

"Your ass." She laughed. "I can stick my thumb in and pull out. It's just as pleasurable, I know first hand." She shrugged. 

"Of course, you would know." I rolled my eyes while she shrugged her shoulders. "You're disgusting. Sick as hell." I shook my head, trying not to laugh. "You will never stick anything in my ass. Now, go back in that lecture hall and be a good student for me this semester."

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "I will." She whined. "Damnn."

"Lose the attitude Megan Pete." I warned her.

I heard her suck her teeth once again as she opened the door to the lecture hall, making me smile. I know she's cussing me out in her head, but she's gonna have to get used to this dynamic if she wants to stay in my class. I'm in control, what I say goes and Megan has no authority anymore. I refuse to have a repeat of her sophomore year. If we get caught, we're both going down this time, no questions asked.

Walking back into the lecture hall with a smile on my face, I walked down the stairs and towards my podium. Standing in front of it, I started my typical first day speech. 

"Sorry for that unexpected delay everyone." I smiled. "This is Music Production II and for those of you who don't know, I am Professor Knowles. First, I want to begin by explaining the definition of Music Production. Music Production is the creative process of composing, recording, arranging, editing, mixing, and mastering audio to create a final piece of music." I stated, starting to walk back and forth in front of my podium slowly, looking at the students. "If you are not aware, this is a hands on learning course, so if you're looking for an easy A, where you think you'll just show up and write down some notes and pass with flying colors, you're in the wrong class." I continued my speech by explaining my expectations for this class and briefly touching base on what they will learn this semester.

I pray I don't have any issues with this class, especially from Megan. 

Once I finished up my speech, I informed the class about my background, accolades and other classes I teach here. I then had the class do an icebreaker game to get everyone comfortable, so they could get to know each other. 

When we finally got through the last student, I decided to wrap up the class a little early and let the students go on about their day. There were a few students who stayed behind to ask me some questions and speak with me personally about some issues that could possibly interfere with my class. Taking the time to talk to each student individually, it took about thirty minutes for the the last student to leave the lecture hall. 

Looking around, I didn't see Megan waiting around for me and I was actually surprised. Gathering my things, I headed to my office. When I approached my office, I seen Megan standing outside of my door with her back resting against it. 

I rolled my eyes, seeing her, but deep down I was happy and excited that she stayed around to speak with me. 

When I reached my door, she smiled at me and eyed me up and down. "You gonna let me in?"

"Don't I always?" I mumbled lowly.

She laughed as I searched for my office key on my keychain I was holding in my hand. Walking up closer to her, I unlocked my office, while she was still leaning against the door. 

"Stop playing and go ahead in." I spoke.

She bit her lip and removed her back from the door and turned around to open it. I watched as she opened the door and walked in first with a demeanor as if she was the boss and it was her office. Shaking my head at her, I looked around to check out my surroundings before going into my office and locking the door behind me. 

Megan had already made herself comfortable on the top of my desk with her legs slightly parted. I strutted over to her and placed my things down in one of the chairs in front of my desk and forced myself between her legs. 

I placed my hands down on my desk on both sides of her and slightly leaned into her face. "You're not in control, Megan. I want to reiterate that and make that clear to you."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby." She chuckled at me. 

I stared deep into her eyes and she popped her lips, staring me down with the same intensity. She is so cocky and dominant, but I'm going to change that quickly. 

Taking my right hand, I placed it on her stomach and gently caressed the material of her dress, covering it.

"You think you're so tough, baby." I smiled, trying to seduce her. "But I have to remind you why you call me Yoncé."

She sucked in a breath and stared at me. "You said you have your situation and can't do anything." She whispered. 

"You can't do anything to me, but I can do a lot to you." I smiled. 

I forced her to lay down on my desk and I leaned over her. I let my hand trail down to the high split in her dress and I forced my hand underneath it. I noticed Megan's breathing pick up and I smiled to myself. I'm going to make Megan submissive for me. I can't wait to get her into my sex room and really handle her how I want to, but I'll give her a little taste now. 

Slipping two of my fingers into her hole, I groaned lowly at how tight she was and how easy her slick hole sucked up my fingers.

"Oh...Beyoncé." She whispered. 

I smiled, letting my left hand rub on her thigh and roam her body. Warming her up to me, I took things a little slow and made her beg me for more. 

"Beyyyy." She whined.

"Hmm?" I hummed out.

"Stop teasing, baby. You know you can go deeper, go deeper. Touch my spot, I know you can with them long ass fingers." She moaned out.

I laughed and moved my left hand up to her neck, choking her gently. Sliding my fingers deeper inside of her, she lifted her legs up by my waist and wrapped them around it.

I looked down, concentrating, and seeing how wet she was for me. The deeper I stroked, the more her juices leaked out of her. Licking my lips, I moaned and sped up my pace, fingering her as fast as I could. 

"Oh! Fuck! Bey—." 

I cut her off by forcing my lips onto hers to stop her from saying my name. She mumbled my name against my lips and ran her hands up my back. Pulling away from my lips, she threw her head back and told me to take my suit jacket off. 

I laughed, because I don't know how she thought I was going to do that, when my right hand was occupied at the moment and I doubt she would want me to stop. 

She growled at me and yanked at my jacket and undid the button. "Take it off, now." She demanded. 

"I already told you that you're not in control anymore, which is why this is happening right now." I chuckled. 

She sucked her teeth and pulled me closer to her by the open jacket and ran her hands along my sides as she forced her face in my neck.

"You need to listen to me." She mumbled before biting harshly at my skin.

"Aaah, shit, that hurts!" I moaned out, throwing my head back. I felt my clit start to throb even harder than it was before. The pain feels so good to me. She's really taking advantage of one of my twisted little kinks right now. 

"I know you luh dis shit." She panted against my neck, licking at the spot she just bit. 

"I do." I whispered, closing my eyes. Biting my lip, I reminded myself that I was in control and still had a job to do and that was to get Megan to submit to me. 

"Say you love it, Bey." She demanded.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. "I love it...like I love you cumming for me."

"Mmmm." Megan moaned out, digging her nails deeper into my sides. I pushed her to lay back down by her neck that I was still holding and went into overdrive. 

"Look at how wet this pussy is." I said, looking down at it. I was mesmerized by how her juices were squirting out of her pussy and the sounds that were coming from it.

"Sh...shi...shiiitttt, Beyoncé!" She screamed.

"Don't say my name." I gritted at her, gently banging her head against my desk with the way I was choking her. "You know what to call me, so don't you dare mention my government again." I warned her. Digging my acrylics into her throat, she growled and I felt her legs wrap tighter around me, forcing me closer in between her thighs. 

My pants are going to be ruined with Megan's juices by the time I'm finished.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...Gis..."

"Don't say it." I warned her. 

I kissed her lips, drilling into her, trying to hit her spot. 

"Yes, yes...right there!" She said after pulling away from me. "Oh fuck! Aaahh!" She moaned loudly, running her hands to the front of my body. She cupped my breasts that were still holstered up tightly by my bra. 

"And..y-you betta start wearing shirts underneath your jackets.." She spoke in a shaky manner.

"Or what?" I teased her. 

"Imma—."

She stopped talking once I flexed my fingers up and moved them to the left, really hitting her spot even more. 

Megan's legs started shaking against my waist and she grabbed my neck, choking me with both hands. 

"Ohhhhmyyyyygodddd...fuckthispussybaby!" She screeched. 

"Shut up, Megan." I moaned out. 

"Ohfuck! I'm sorry, mmmm...your fingers, shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttt." She whined. 

I grabbed at one of her arms and forced her hand off of my neck and pushed it back over her head. I held it against my desk and kissed her roughly, so she would scream into my mouth. Constantly hitting her spot, I felt Megan thrusting up into me and her legs spazzing even more. 

"Yessssssssss." She moaned into my mouth. Her shaky hand loosened on my neck and she shoved it into my hair. I felt her scratching, trying to grab onto my roots, but it took a few seconds for her to get a good grip and stop shaking. 

I felt my hand starting to cramp, especially from the position of it, with the way the front of my body was forced against it. I pulled away from her lips, taking deep breaths while I heard her say something in Creole. I laughed, hearing her repeat the same two words constantly, trying to put together what she was saying. Her speaking was definitely choppy, but listening to her repeat herself, I figured out what she was trying to say and smiled. 

"I'm fucking you good, aren't I?" I asked her.

"Mhm!" She nodded her head. "Shit, you dominating this pussy!" She threw her head back. 

"Are you going to cum for me?" I asked sweetly.

"I already have. I'm working on my third nut right now." She moaned.

"Mmmm, that's right baby. What's my name?" I asked her. 

"Unh unhhh." She shook her head at me. "No."

"I said, what's my name?" I growled. Banging my hips into her and choking her, I encouraged her to call me daddy as she neared her nut. 

"You daddy, shit! Babyyyyyyyy!" She screamed. 

Biting down on my lip, I watched Megan's body shake involuntarily and her burst into tears. I fuck her so good that she cries for me. I'm her daddy, always and forever.

She covered her face with her right hand and tried to push me away by my stomach with her left.

"Stopppppp!" She cried out loud. 

"Stop resisting it, baby." I cooed to her. "Let it come and take over you. Let go."

She whined and started crying harder. The way her muscles flexed against my fingers really had me feeling myself. Her pussy loves me. The way it was squeezing my fingers for dear life, it feels like my fingers were made for it. 

I watched Megan spiral for a few more minutes before removing her hand from her face and kissing away her tears. When I stared at her face after clearing all of the tears off of it, she had a pout and I laughed. Kissing her lips twice, I smoothed my hand along the front of her body to relax her.

"Stop looking like that." I chuckled.

"No." She whined, folding her arms over her chest. "You know you wrong as hell for what you just did. Making me bust out into tears like that."

I smirked and slowly removed my fingers from inside of her. "I'm sorry that my fingers are too much for you and you can't handle them, baby." I teased her.

She whined and mumbled something under her breath.

"Stop complaining, Megan. You should be grateful I even did this, especially with your loud ass." I said.

"I have every reason to be loud, did you not see what you were doing to me? You underestimate your fingers, Bey. They're deadly. You should've held back, since we're here. But no, you had to show out!" She complained. 

I rolled my eyes with a slight laugh. "Watch your tone or I can have you breaking down crying again."

She sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry what?" I asked her.

"I'm sorry...daddy." She whined, throwing a tantrum.

"Stop it." I laughed, pecking her lips a few times. "I want you to do something for me..." I whispered to her.

"What, Bey?"

I presented my wet fingers, courtesy of her, in between our faces and held them near her mouth. 

"Open up for me." I demanded. "And do what you know daddy wants you to do."

She stared into my eyes as she slowly parted her lips and I shoved my fingers into her mouth. As soon as my fingers touched her tongue, she moaned and closed her eyes. Grabbing onto my sides, she gripped my flesh and thrusted her pelvis up against me. 

"You like that, huh baby?" I smiled. "You like tasting yourself?" I asked. 

"Beeeeyyyyyyy." She mumbled.

I watched her body and face closely and knew she was getting off from this. Poor girl is probably going to cum again just from this. 

Feeling her hips bucking faster and harder against me, I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and whispered to her how bad I want to taste her and really give her my 'Beyoncé treatment'. 

Within a couple of minutes, Megan ended up begging and crying for me once again as she came hard without me even touching or penetrating her. 

"Who's your daddy?" I asked her deeply.

"You." She whined with a slight sniffle as she tried to wipe away her tears. 

Daddy Meg is going to be out of work for a while, it's officially Daddyoncé's time to really show her what it is. 

*

Since Megan is in Texas temporarily, it was a no brainer to invite her to my house after I finished up on campus and she went back to her hotel to get an overnight duffle bag. After feeding, playing and reading to Honour, we both put her to sleep and relaxed in my living room.

"So, do you think you'll be able to handle my class?" I smiled at her as I propped up my right arm on the back of the couch. Tilting my head some, I rested my head in the palm of my right hand. 

"I told you, I'll be good. If I can't physically be there,  get me on Zoom or send me some notes or something. Maybe you can even give me one on one lessons in your studio." She smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes at her and she reached her hand out for me. Grabbing onto my low-cut graphic tee shirt, she tried to pull me closer and I groaned. 

"Hush." She said sternly before placing a kiss on my lips. She stared into my eyes as she played with my shirt, making me smile. "How has it been being separated? You said it felt weird at first, but it's been a little over a month, how does it feel now?"

I shrugged and held my head up straight and removed my arm from the back of the couch. "I'm used to it now. I feel happier...I no longer have him always looking over my shoulder."

"Good." She nodded. "You're so strong, Bey. I really admire you and what you're doing. I know it's hard to cut off the life you once knew, but you're handling it like a pro. You have definitely proved how much you love me and want to be with me and I thank you for being there for me and showing me true love."

I smiled at her and placed my right hand on her cheek and rubbed it gently. "You're welcome my big cry baby." I said jokingly.

She sucked her teeth and laughed. "You need to stop teasing me. I'm mushy and sentimental when it comes to people I really love. I can be a cry baby sometimes, but you already know you have no choice but to deal with it. I'm your cry baby, so get over it." She sassed me. 

I grabbed her face roughly and squinted my eyes at her. "Watch how you speak to me. Your attitude is really something else and I'm gonna have to do something about that." I said lowly.

"You ain't 'bout it!" She laughed.

I mushed her face and she grabbed my wrist and pulled me into her. "Get checked. You keep putting your hands on me like that and one day imma swing."

"Swing baby." I teased her.

"See, you playin'." She shook her head. "You think it's a game." I bit my lip and she eyed me up and down. "You tryna be freaky, when I'm being serious." She rolled her eyes and gently pushed me away from her.

"Yeah, I definitely have to do something about that mouth and attitude." I nodded my head. Pointing my right ring finger at her, I sat in deep thought, trying to figure out how I plan on handling her. 

"Like I said." She popped her tongue. "You ain't 'bout it." She looked me up and down, grinning hard as hell.

"Okay." I smiled at her as I prepared to get up from my couch.

"Waiiitttt!" Megan laughed, grabbing my hips and forcing me back down. "What are you gonna do to fix my mouth and attitude?" She asked.

"Oh, baby. You don't want to know that answer." I smirked at her.

Her mouth slightly dropped open and she frowned at me. "I wanna know."

I laughed. "No you don't. But when the time comes for me to handle your mouth and nasty attitude, best believe you'll sense it." I ended my statement with a big smile and she pulled me closer to her. 

"Tell me, Bey, please." She whined. 

"If I tell you, you'll want me to handle you right now and I can't." I reminded her. 

She sighed and forced her face into my neck, kissing on it. "Baby, please..." She mumbled as she kissed on me.

I closed my eyes for a few moments and put my hands on her shoulders. When I felt her squeeze my left breast, I moaned and pushed her back. 

"Stop. You're being bad." I said sternly, trying to remain strong.

"I need you Beyyyy." She said dramatically. "It's been so long since I've been inside you." Throwing her head back on my couch and whining, I laughed at her.

"You need a drought. It'll teach you some self control." I patted her cheek. "And you're acting as though I didn't fuck you senseless earlier in my office." I chuckled.

She folded her arms and looked over at me with an adorable pout. Ah hell. Stay strong, Beyoncé. 

"That's different. I want to feel you. Inside of you." She complained. "Please Bey." She begged me. "It's been five weeks."

I shook my head and she grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of her. I laughed and grabbed her face with both of my hands. 

"Self control, Megan. And I can't believe you still want to fuck me while I'm literally bleeding from my vagina. You're really sick." I smiled at her. "This just makes me want to see how long you can really go without me. If you're addicted to me to the point you still want to have sex with me while I'm on my period, you need to reevaluate your life."

Her head shot up straight and she started going off.

"Hell no! You better not be thinking about holding out on me and turning this into some game, Giselle! I'll know when you stop bleeding, because your mood will change and your hormones are gonna be all over the place. If you try to play me and withhold sex from me, you'll get your feelings hurt." She warned me.

I squeezed her face in my hands and repositioned myself on top of her, accidentally grinding down against her. "Is that so?" I asked curiously.

"See you playin'." She gritted, landing a hard smack to my ass.

"Stop!" I laughed. "I'm being serious and I wanted to be more comfortable. Now answer my question." I demanded.

She sighed. "If you refuse me sex, I'll get it from somewhere else. And that's for anyone I'm with."

"Oh really?" I asked, snatching my hands off of her face. I pushed her shoulders and started to raise up off of her lap, but she slammed me back down.

"Stop." She whined.

"No, you stop. You're not going to pass out if you don't have sex every other day, Megan. You act like I've never been on my period before or you don't have one when I want to get down."

"I know, it's just annoying being restricted by it." She groaned. "Sex is how I express myself and it's like therapy for me. I don't know how to explain it. When I have a lot on my mind, sex helps me release that tension and calm down. It's a crutch I guess you could say."

"Hmm." I hummed out, staring at her. "And when did you start using sex as a crutch?" I said, trying to dig a little deeper.

"After my mama died. I don't know. I felt so alone and when I would have sex with someone, I felt like I mattered. I felt like I was important and in control of my life, something that I wasn't when I wasn't having sex. I had no control over my life and no one was there for me. I really had no one to turn to and show me the basic love I craved for, so when I had sex, it felt like I was actually loved for those twenty minutes or an hour. Then when it ended, I came back down to the reality of my life..." I watched her eyes dart off to the side and stare at nothing in particular.

"Megan, sweetie." I spoke, trying to get her attention. "You need therapy. And I'm not saying this to be condescending or for this to be taken as shade or a jab at the person you are, but you're hurting still and you need to fix it. Please, see a therapist and dig deep to find out why you do the things you do and work on your underlying trauma, babe."

"I know, but I'm not crazy, Bey." She shook her head.

"I know you aren't." I laughed. "Well at least not clinically. But when it comes to me, you can be kinda crazy, but going to therapy doesn't mean you're crazy, Megan. It means you love yourself and you want to heal and become a better version of you." I explained, gently stroking her cheek. 

"Okay." She sighed. "I'll do some research and make an appointment. But if I don't like it..."

"You'll like it." I smiled at her. "It's going to be tough being forced to hear about your issues or explain traumatic experiences, but it's healthy and you'll start to feel a weight being lifted off of your shoulders." I assured her.

"Fine." She mumbled. I quickly kissed her lips and she placed her hands on my hips. "Are you sure I can spend the night here Bey?" She randomly asked.

"Yes." I laughed. "Why do you ask?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I know you're separated, but legally, he is still your husband and has access to your mansion, you and Honour. He can pop up at anytime." She spoke.

I patted her cheek and shook my head. "Don't worry about that, baby. He won't be showing up here for a while. I have a protective order out on him—." I immediately stopped talking and covered my mouth, knowing I slipped up by accident.

I haven't told Megan about the situation with Trent and how I served him the divorce papers after our egregious argument and 'closure sex'. All she knows is the day I served him with the papers and she honestly thought it was just a matter of time. When in reality, Trent putting his hands on me and acting crazy like that, showed me that I needed to get away from him as quickly as possible. But like my mama said, I contacted my lawyer and she advised me to file a protective order. She even came down to the police station with me and said that this will be an important piece of evidence for my divorce. A judge will have no choice but to look into this situation and take this into consideration when making decisions regarding each of our stipulations Trent and I have submitted to the court.

"No." Megan said sternly. "Don't stop mid sentence. Repeat what you just said." Megan demanded.

I stared at her, contemplating on telling her the truth.

"Beyoncé, I'm talking to you. Don't sit here and ignore me." She said with an attitude.

I sighed and wrapped my hands along on the back of her neck as my arms slightly rested against her shoulders. Rubbing on the back of her neck with one of my hands and putting my other hand in her hair, I tried to calm her down.

"I don't want you getting upset." I explained.

"Why wouldn't I get upset? My woman is telling me that she has a protective order against her husband that she's separated from when they have a whole child together. What the hell is going on and why are you now just telling me about this?" She ranted.

"Megan, I didn't want to tell you, because of how you're reacting now. I knew you would've flown out here if I told you what happened between Trent and I."

"And why wouldn't I? I'm always going to protect you." She stated.

"And I know that baby, but I knew you would've did something to make this situation worse and I couldn't let that happen."

"Okay, so tell me what happened." She rolled her eyes.

"Well, that night of the Fourth of July, after I left your hotel room, I went home. Trent started yelling and arguing with me as soon as I stepped foot through the door. I couldn't even make it out the foyer. He was trying to get me to admit that I was cheating on him and I lied and bruised his ego by mentioning a hypothetical situation about me cheating. He ended up pushing me into the wall and it went downhill from there. I started to pack my bags and he came into my closet, begging me to stay with him and for me to give him a chance to change. He wouldn't let me leave...I knew he was going to flip out and do something drastic if I even tried to go downstairs with my luggage. We...." I started. Staring at Megan, I took a deep breath. 

"We what?" She asked me.

"We...we ended up having sex. I needed to throw him off and make him feel comfortable before I snuck out in the middle of the night. It was closure for him. After I put him to sleep, I was able to pack my things and leav—."

Megan threw me off of her and stood up, starting to pace my living room. "You never told me that shit, Bey. You're over here hiding shit from me, but always got something to say about me and who I talk to."

"I know baby." I quickly got up from my couch and ran over to her. Grabbing her, so she would stay still, I looked into her eyes. "I know I'm wrong, but I couldn't risk telling you what happened, because you would've flew out here and everything would've been a mess."

"Beyoncé..you literally slept with him after we had sex. What type of shit is that?" She questioned me.

"Wait..." I said, taking a step back from her. "It sounds like you're insinuating that I'm a hoe. Let's not act like you don't have skeletons either Megan."

"This isn't about me!"

"You damn right! It's about my child and myself!" I pointed at her. "He wasn't going to let me leave and if I tried, who knows what he would've done to me or Honour! I protected my child and myself, Megan! It was wrong of me to do, but at least the nigga didn't try to fight me or kill me, and it was because of me sneaking out in the middle of the night!"

"You honestly think he would've taken things that far?" She asked me.

I shook my head. "I don't know. He's changed so much. I never thought he would slam me into a wall, but he did. He was irate and begging me not to leave. Honestly, he's capable of anything and I wasn't going to wait around to see what he was going to do to Honour or myself if I tried to step foot out that door." I explained.

She sighed. "Come here."

"No." I stated.

"Beyyyyy, c'mere." She whined.

She grabbed my waist and pulled me into her. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I understand why you did what you did now. But do you really think he would've hurt Honour if you left him?"

I rolled my eyes while thinking about that awful situation. "Probably not, but he would've taken her and used her as leverage to get me to stay in the marriage. I didn't want to risk anything. Especially since he knows where my mama lives and she was with her that night."

"Damn baby, that's really crazy. I'm sorry all of this happened. I just don't like when you hide shit from me, Bey. Seriously, it triggers me and it feels like you're going to end up doing the same thing you did to me before." She explained. 

"I know, Megan, but I would never purposely hurt you. I made mistakes in the past, but I'm doing everything I can to make it up to you and make you see that you can trust me. Trust me, Megan. I'll never play with your heart like that again..I was just..so confused and didn't want to accept or admit the feelings I had for you."

She stared at me for a few moments before leaning into me and kissing my lips. I thought she was going to pull away from me after a few seconds, but she didn't. Letting her hands roam to my lower back, she forced them lower and gripped my ass roughly, making me moan into her mouth. 

I pushed her back by her neck, which I was already holding on to and sighed deeply. "No. This can't happen. No sex." I warned her.

"Bey!" She said frustratedly. "Please! I need it!" She yelled dramatically.

I laughed and nodded my head. "I know what you need. C'mon, it's time for bed." I said, grabbing her hand. Dragging her to follow me, she whined, fussed and threw a tantrum all the way up to my bedroom. But if she knew what I was about to do to her, she wouldn't have been upset at all. 

She is just so spoiled.

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I stirred in my sleep and shifted some before slowly blinking my eyes open. I yawned and ran my hand down my waist, feeling Beyoncé's hand. Gently grabbing her hand, I pushed it off of me carefully and heard her groan. I turned my head back and kissed her face before getting out of her bed quietly. 

That woman is really something else. Last night she showed me once again why I call her Daddyoncé. She fucked me so good, too good even. And the way she ate my pussy, was as if she would never taste it again. I honestly think she was trying to distract me from what she told me about her husband, but in no way was I going to brush it off and forget what she told me. He will be dealt with. 

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand closest to the side of the bed I was on and walked to Bey's bathroom. I need to call Farris and see if he has any people to deal with Trent the right way.

Entering her bathroom and closing the door behind me, I called Farris and waited patiently until he finally answered after the sixth or seventh ring. 

"Hello?" He answered sleepily.

"Farris." I spoke.

"Megan?" He asked.

"Yes, look, I need your help with something." I whispered into my phone.

"Wait. You in trouble? Hold on." He said abruptly as I heard him shuffling around. I already knew he was getting up and preparing for me to tell him the worst. 

"I'm not in trouble Farris. You don't need to fly out here or anything. I just need to know if you still have some connects willing to put in some work. Specifically hitting a lick." 

"Wait, wait, what?" He asked. "You asking me to have some people rob—."

"Nigga! Forget it, Farris. I'm sure my FBI agent is listening in on this phone call. You just got us caught up nigga, nevamind." I said frustratedly.

He chuckled. "Nah, forreal, I need to understand what you're talking about Meg. What is all of this about?" Farris questioned.

I took a deep breath and leaned my left hand on the bathroom counter and leaned over some, looking down at the marble flooring. "Beyoncé's husband put his hands on her. He slammed her into a wall when they were arguing and he called her a bitch. She has a protective order, but he needs to learn his lesson Farris. I can't allow him to get away with doing some shit like that to her. Bey said she was scared and really thought he would kidnap their daughter when she was trying to leave him that night."

"Megan...you cannot get caught up behind this woman. I know you love her, but you're a celebrity now. An extremely famous female rapper. How would it look to have your name behind some shit like this? Huh?"

He doesn't understand. I would do anything for Bey and Honour. I don't have much family, and they are my family now and I will make sure to protect them at all costs, unlike my mother, father and grandmother. I had no control over what happened to them, but I have control over this situation with Honour and Bey and they will always be protected by me, no matter what. 

"Don't worry about it, Farris, I'll handle it." I spoke. 

I heard him sigh deeply. "What's his name, Meg?"

I smiled to myself and laughed lightly. "Trent."

"Trent? That's it? I need a last name and where he stays." He stressed.

"Uhmm...hold on." I said, heading towards the bathroom door. I'm sure Bey has some paperwork or something somewhere with his name on it. Creeping out of the bathroom quietly, I looked around and decided to check in Bey's private office. Heading to the back of her massive bedroom, towards her office, I opened the door and went in. Going straight to her desk, I looked carefully at the paperwork she had on top of it. I shuffled through the papers and skimmed through the words just to see what the documents entailed. The only thing I really seen was students papers and things about TSU. I sucked my teeth and started opening the drawers to her desk and started pulling papers out. 

Bingo! A copy of her divorce petition. 

"Uhm...." I hummed out, reading through the document. "Trent Dixon. He stays in Houston somewhere. I don't know where and I can't ask Bey, so someone on your end has to figure it out, Farris. He's separated, but still married to Beyoncé, Beyoncé Knowles, a Professor at TSU, so he shouldn't be hard to find." I explained.

"Aight, aight man. I'll text you when everything is done. To be clear, what is it that you want done?" He questioned.

"Give him the same treatment he gave Beyoncé. Beat his ass and stage it as a robbery, so he doesn't think Bey had anything to do with this." I spoke.

"Okay. Be careful, Megan. Don't mess up your career over this woman while you're staying in Houston." He warned me.

"I know what I'm doing." I assured him.

I heard him sigh deeply on the other end of the phone and we said our goodbyes before I hung up. Everything will be fine, as long as it's handled the correct way. 

*

One Week Later

My car dropped me off in front of Beyoncé's mansion and the driver got out to get my bags. Carrying them up to Beyoncé's front door, I thanked him and wished him a good night before ringing the doorbell. After a minute or so, Beyoncé excitedly opened the door for me and jumped into my arms. 

"Baby!" She squealed.

"Hey, sexy." I whispered in her ear as she forced her face into my neck. I heard her giggle lightly and she lifted her head up and stared at me.

"I missed you." She said, rubbing my shoulders and staring deeply into my eyes.

"I missed you more." I replied back before placing a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Mmm." Beyoncé pulled away from me and patted my shoulders, staring at me. She lowered her feet flat to the ground, so she was no longer standing on her tiptoes and eyed me up and down. "Come in here." She demanded, pulling on my right hand. 

I laughed and grabbed what I could of my luggage and forced it into Bey's house. She helped me with the rest of my bags and when all of my belongings were secured by the doorway, she shut the door and locked it. 

Slowly walking me through her foyer, I looked down at her ass and licked my lips. Hopefully I get some tonight, since Bey has been off of her cycle for a couple of days now. 

"Wait." I said as we approached her stairs. She spun around and looked at me.

"Yes?" She asked me.

"You look so good." I said lowly, eyeing her up and down. "I just wanted to tell you that." I smiled.

"Well, thank you." She said deeply, slightly blushing. "You look good, too."

"Thank you." I smirked at her. "Now, before you take me upstairs, is my baby sleeping?" I asked her.

"Yes, she is, baby." She spoke, throwing her arms over my shoulders. "Why do you ask?" She tilted her head to the left some. 

I looked towards her stairs for a brief moment then looked back at her. "I don't want us to be too loud and wake her up. I already know what's about to go down." I explained. 

She chuckled lightly and placed a kiss to my lips. "You're so thoughtful, but Honour is in her own private, secured bedroom, Megan. She won't hear anything and besides, we're not going to be using my bedroom anyway. I have other plans." She revealed to me.

I frowned and stared deeply into her eyes. "Other plans?" I asked. 

"Yes, baby. I've been waiting for two days for you to come back. How long are you staying this time?" She asked me. 

Securing my arms tightly around her waist, I leaned into her face and kissed her lips. "Just tonight..." I whispered against her lips. "I have to fly back to L.A for an interview and photoshoot for one of my brand deals right after your class tomorrow, then I'm gonna fly right back here."

Bey groaned and grabbed my face with her right hand. "You're always on the move, Meg. Maybe it's time for you to have a key." She mentioned.

"A key? You mean a key to here? Your mansion?" I questioned in shock. I know Bey and I are going with the flow and we both love each other, but I didn't think we were ready for that type of access to each other, especially when she's in the middle of her divorce.

"Does that surprise you?" She questioned me.

"Honestly." I laughed. "Yes, it does." I nodded my head. "I mean..you giving me access to your house is another level of trust, love and commitment." I explained.

"Well..whenever you're here for my class, you always end up staying here with me instead of your hotel. Sometimes when you fly in, I won't be up or available to give you access to my home. It's up to you though, baby. If you don't want a key, I won't give it to you." She smiled at me. 

"And you're sure your husband won't pop up or anything, Bey? The last thing I want is him seeing me sneaking into your house at a random time and he's trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing here. I mean..what if he comes to pick up Honour or drop her off?" I said. 

She laughed. "Baby, you're thinking too much into this. We're in the clear, though my divorce isn't settled yet. My protective order is still valid and Trent cannot come onto my property. In fact, Honour gets picked up and dropped off in a public place by Kelly. He doesn't have physical access to me, Megan." She assured me. 

I sighed deeply and nodded my head. "You know, if you give me a key, that means we're official. Are you ready for that? You don't need more time to sort out your feelings over your separation and divorce?" I ran my hands down to her ass and squeezed it gently.

"I've been waiting for this, Megan. I've been invested in this relationship and loving on you and waiting for this time to come and it's here. I'm sure that I want you, us and our relationship. I don't need anymore time to think about if I want us." She stretched her neck up closer to my face and leaned in extremely close to my lips. "I want you...I need you..." She whispered against them. 

"You are so damn seductive, oh my god." I shook my head.

She laughed and hugged me fully and I slapped her ass. "I can't wait to get you out of these silk Louis pajamas, ole bougie ass." I laughed. 

"That's right." She laughed. "This is from the Spring and Summer collection that's debuting next year, that hasn't even dropped yet, boo." She popped her tongue.

"See, you got money and be acting like you don't." I sucked my teeth. 

"No." She pointed at me. "I just don't flaunt my money obnoxiously. And I know you have money, a lot of it, and now it's your turn to blow some bags on me." She smiled. 

Beyoncé has always been very generous to me, especially before the fame. She would always pay for me and do anything for me. Even when we weren't speaking, she still found a way to send me gifts for my birthday this year and for Christmas last year. Her birthday is coming up very soon, so maybe this is my time to really show out and show her how much I love her. 

"I will." I promised her with a smile. 

"Good." She spoke huskily. 

"Shit, let's go." I said, grabbing her right hand and pulling her up the stairs. When we approached her bedroom, I opened one of her doors and pulled her inside. I kissed her and ran my hands up under the silk pajama top, caressing her smooth, warm skin.

Bey moaned into my mouth and wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, making me push up closer against her body. Pulling away from her lips, I forced my face into her neck as she moaned out my name.

"I..want...you...to wait for me..." I whispered in between placing kisses on her neck. "I'm gonna get in the shower to wash this flight off of me...okay?"

"Mmm...mhm..." She nodded her head.

"While..I...get ready..." I said, smoothing my hands along her body, towards her lower back. Caressing it, I lifted my head up and leaned by her ear. "I want you to keep it wet fa me, okay?"

"Mmmm, yes daddy." Bey moaned loudly, gripping my neck tighter.

I smiled and placed a kiss to her ear. I'm about to be back in daddy mode tonight.

*

I took a picture in the bathroom mirror before walking into Beyoncé's main bedroom area. When I walked over to her bed, I noticed she was on the phone with a confused look on her face.

"Oh my god!" She gasped. "No! No! Trent, why would I do something like that to you? It's me, Bey, you know I wouldn't do anything like that!" She exclaimed. 

I walked up to her and grabbed her face. "Is everything alright?" I whispered.

She shook her head and pushed my hand down from her face. 

"Okay, okay, Trent. No, she's sleeping. Look, look, I'm on my way. I'm on my way, Trent! Give me like thirty minutes!" She said, jumping off of her bed.

She frustratedly sighed as she rushed off in the direction of her closet and I rolled my eyes. Not my plan backfiring on my ass. I did not expect Beyoncé to run to Trent's rescue, because of him getting his ass beat and robbed. It's what he deserves for doing what he did to her and acting like a psycho. All because he wants to be a baby and play victim, she's gonna rush off to his aide, instead of staying here with me, her woman. 

Don't flip out, Megan. Don't flip out.

Once Bey rushed back over to me, I noticed she had some Louis flats that matched perfectly with her pajamas. 

"Is everything alright, Bey?" I asked her.

"No." She shook her head, slipping on the flats. "Trent's place got robbed and they beat him. He thinks I had something to do with it. I gotta go and check on him."

"No, you don't." I stated.

"Megan." She spoke, holding her right hand up. "Don't do this to me. Not right now. Do not argue with me about this. This is very serious and I need to check on him and figure out what is going on." She explained. 

She tried to walk away from me, but I grabbed her arm.

"So you're just going to leave me?" I asked her. "My woman is going to run off and tend to her husband that she's separated from, because he got a little boo boo? Did you forget our plans, Beyoncé? I'm your woman and you're supposed to be tending to me and my needs right now, but you want to go out and coddle your ex-husband?" I said with an attitude.

She snatched away from me and scowled at me. "First of all, he isn't my ex-husband yet, and yes, I do still have an obligation to him. You don't understand, Megan." She pointed at me. "He is the father of my child and someone I devoted myself to and gave myself to, fully. I just want to check on him. I'm not going to have sex with him, I'm not going to cuddle with him or spend the night with him, so he can feel better. But I'm not a cold-hearted bitch. Though we are separated, I still care and have love for Trent, despite everything, and that will never change. Why is it such a bad thing for me to go and make sure he's stable and doesn't need to go to the hospital?" She asked me. 

"Because the person who is currently your other half is standing right here in your face, Beyoncé. You just spoke with him over the phone, he's fine. And what about your protective order? What if this is some stunt, so he can hold you hostage or try to get you to forgive him? What if he hurts you!?" I questioned her. 

"The protective order doesn't matter right now. This is more important and I need to check on him. If you don't hear from me within an hour and he does something to me, I know you will handle it, right baby?" She asked, placing her right hand to my cheek.

I sighed deeply and nodded my head. "You know I'll always protect you and be there for you no matter how many times you play me for your husband." I spoke as my words dripped with anger.

"Stop it, baby." She leaned into me and kissed my lips twice. "Check on my baby, and if she wakes up, feed her please. There's bottles available in her mini refrigerator in her room and a microwave. Heat it for thirty to forty-five seconds, Megan. And please test the milk on your hand before you give it to her. I don't want it to be too hot and burn her mouth."

"Okay." I said.

"I love you, Megan. Never forget that or question my love or loyalty to you. You will always be put before him, but right now, I have to handle this and clear my name. Just give me a couple of hours and you can have me all night long."

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest as she kissed my lips once more before rushing out of her room. 

I can't believe this shit. 

I collapsed down on the edge of Beyoncé's California King and put my face in my hands. I've never seen a plan backfire so damn bad. Damn Beyoncé for being such a caring, kind-hearted and thoughtful person. If she was a cold-hearted bitch, I would be getting some pussy right now. 

"Ugh!" I screamed out, throwing myself back onto her mattress. 

Horny and ready. I ran my hand over my panties and sighed. Now we wait for her to come back. 

*

Beyoncé Knowles

I know Megan is mad at me and she has every right to be, but she just doesn't get it. Trent is still legally my husband and though we are going through a divorce, I would never want to see him physically hurt. I have love for Trent, always will, and I will always be there for him if he needs me. Tonight he needed me. Despite what Megan might have thought was going on, Trent and I honestly just talked. I asked him how he was feeling, checked out his bruises from his beating, encouraged him to go to the emergency room to get checked out, then he told me the story about how all of this transpired. I promised him that I had absolutely nothing to do with it and that was it. I wished him well and prayed for his healing and left. Of course, he tried to talk about us and the divorce and how sorry he was about everything that happened, but I dismissed it politely. I was only there to talk about the robbery and his injuries. I wasn't in his place for more than forty minutes and once I left, I texted Megan to tell her that I was on my way back home, only for her to never respond back to me. 

I walked out of my bathroom naked after having a rejuvenating shower to clear my mind about what happened tonight and get myself in the zone to give Megan what I promised. Going to my main bedroom area, I seen Megan still knocked out on my bed in her lingerie and smiled. 

Going over to her, I bent down to her face and seen dried up tear stains on her cheeks and sighed. My poor baby. I wish she knew how much I love her and how much she should trust me. I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have, especially over Trent. I told her that I would be back soon. 

I peppered her face with light kisses to try to wake her up, but she didn't even move. That deep sleep after you cry your heart out is really something else. 

"Baby." I whispered in her ear. Trailing my fingers down to her waist, I rubbed on it and called her name. 

She shifted some and turned her head away from me and I laughed. Pushing my hands inside her panties, I knew that would wake her up. 

"Megan, get up." I said as I rubbed on her clit.

"Mmmm." She groaned. 

I looked at her face and seen her start stretching as her eyes flickered open. 

"Beyoncé?" She moaned in a questioning manner, squinting her eyes at me. 

"Who else would it be baby?" I smiled at her in the dark.

"Move." She said, slapping my hand away from her and turning her head away from me once again.

My mouth dropped in shock. That is most definitely a first. She really must be pissed at me. 

She flipped over and laid on her stomach, getting comfortable to try to go back to sleep. 

"Jovon." I said, slapping her ass hard as hell.

"Beyoncé, get out of my face and go back to your husband." I heard her mumble.

Oh? Oh?

I was in such a state of shock that all I could do was laugh. 

"Megan, baby, please wake up and stop acting like this. I'm sorry." I told her.

"Mhmmm." She replied.

"Jovon, please. I still want to carry out my plan. I owe you and I want to give you what I owe you." I whined. 

"Did you ask your husband first about carrying out your plan with me? Since he's still such a major factor in your life. You left me and discarded whatever plans we had for him, so it's clear you still want to be with him and love him more than you love me."

"Don't you dare say something like that. If I loved him more than I loved you, you wouldn't be here right now. I would be with him, fucking him, loving on him, but I'm not! I'm here with you right now."

She scoffed and threw her hand up, waving me off. "You weren't here with me a couple of hours ago when you decided to up and leave me to go check on him. Go fuck him or something and leave me alone. It's clear you love him enough to choose him over me, so I don't even know why we're talking about this right now. I'm trying to sleep, please get out of my face, Giselle."

"I'm literally naked right now for you and you don't even care to notice. Look at how you're treating me right now, Megan." I said sadly, turning on my victim act. 

I watched as Megan's head slowly popped up and she looked back at me. She eyed me up and down in silence and I gave her a little smirk. "Please? Can I show you something?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, Beyoncé. Five minutes, then I'm going back to sleep. Can't believe you're dragging me out of bed for this."

"Trust me baby, it's worth it." I said, grabbing onto her arm and helping her get out of my bed. 

Dragging her to my bedroom doors, I heard Megan yawn before she asked me about Honour. I told her that I checked on her and fed her before getting into the shower and waking her up. I even took her to Honour's room to clear her conscience and let her see that she was okay and sleeping peacefully. 

Dragging Megan to my sex room, I opened the door and guided her inside before closing the door behind me. 

"Bey.." Megan said while rubbing her eyes. 

"You're not seeing things, Megan." I smiled. "It's time. You have every part of me. My mind, body, soul and heart. I'm yours and I'm ready to give you all of me, baby. Can I show you that what I'm saying is real?" I asked her.

She looked around, staying silent and I decided to take that as a yes. Pulling her near my sex chair, I told her to stop about five feet away from the chair, so she could watch me. I came up with a dance routine to perform on the sex chair, just so Megan can see what I can do. 

After announcing to Alexa to play Muni Long's Hrs & Hrs, the beat started and I climbed up on the chair as Megan watched me. I counted myself off to start the dance and as I was flipping on the chair and thrusting against it, I would notice Megan's face and her demeanor. She was intrigued and shocked. She knows I'm a freak, but actually witnessing me do an entire sexual dance routine on a sex chair inside of my sex room, gives being a freak a whole new meaning and takes things to another level. This experience hits harder and proves what I've been warning her about. 

Finally completing my routine a little over halfway through the song, I laid back against the chair and motioned my finger for her to come over to me. 

She walked over to me, staying silent and stood in front of me. I smiled and climbed off of the chair before shoving her down onto it and climbing on top of her. 

"I wanna fuck your face." I admitted.

She groaned and grabbed me roughly by my hips, forcing me up by her neck. Moving her hands to my ass, she squeezed it and forced my pussy up to her face, starting to feast. I moaned out, grabbing onto the chair to balance myself. It's going to be a long night. 

*

I rested my right arm against the chair and grabbed onto Megan's head with my left hand, thrusting into her face. 

"Oh my god, Megannn." I moaned out, throwing my head back. "Shit baby."

She slapped my ass and I looked down at her to see her eyes already shifted up, looking at me. She moaned against my pussy and I leaned my head over to the right, resting it on my shoulder. 

"You like how I'm drowning you baby? You love how I'm fucking your face, huh?" I questioned her. 

I noticed her subtly nodding her head, which made me smile. Digging my fingers into her hair, I grabbed a fistful of it and forced her face deeper into me, circling my hips on her face.

"Yes baby, damn." I moaned out. "You're my champion eater, daddy." I admitted to her.

She moaned against me and pulled harshly on my clit, before going back to licking and tasting all over me. I sucked in a deep breath and looked down at her, forcing her head to lay back completely against the chair. Adjusting my position, I placed my right hand against the chair to balance myself and slowly started bucking my hips against her face. Megan was handling it well, so well, she had me going crazy and ready to get violent with her. I was so close to fucking her face as hard as I could, which would probably end up hurting her. 

I frowned at her, watching her nasty ass lick and suck me up as if it was going to be her last time ever tasting me.

"Eat it, eat it, eat it daddy, eat it." I begged her. "Ooo, you're so nasty, so damn nasty, Megan, shit."

Feeling her tongue slither inside me, I lost it. I lifted off of her mouth and stared down at her as I had both of my hands on the chair by her head. 

"Stop playing, sitcho ass down." Megan said, slapping my ass. 

"You're nasty as hell."

"You already knew that, now let's go." She said, yanking me down by my hips. I lowered myself on her tongue and then slowly lifted up, teasing her. I continued the cycle of letting her tongue penetrate me and lick me then raising up, making her work for it. As I sped up my rhythm of doing this, I was basically bouncing on her tongue. Eventually, Megan got tired of my teasing and held me down, wreaking havoc on me. 

"Oh my god!" I yelled, clawing at her scalp. "Wait, wait, wait! Shit, Megan!" I screamed. I guess I really pissed her off with my teasing, because she is showing me no mercy right now. 

"Fuck!" I yelled, throwing my head back. Yanking her hair up with both of my hands, I violently thrusted myself into her face until I came hard, extremely hard. So hard to the point, my stomach tensed and cramped and my body started shaking involuntarily on her face. I ended up crying from the intense pleasure, but was able to wipe my tears away before Megan could really notice. I really need to know how this girl learned to eat pussy so damn good like this.

Once I was able to calm down and get myself off of Megan's face as she continued to try to eat me even after I came, I knew I had to get her back and put her in her place. I said that once I get her to my sex room, I can show her who's really boss and put her attitude in check and that's what I'm going to do. She got the upper hand with eating me out, but I'm daddy and she's never going to forget that once I get through with her. 

I guided Megan over to my sex swing and encouraged her to get in it. When she was settled up in the swing, I secured her and went to go get my handcuffs. She's not going to be in control of anything. She won't be able to touch me or reach for me or even run. I'm going to have so much fun.

"What is that for?" She asked me as I clamped one of the cuffs onto her left wrist. 

"So you can't move or touch me." I smirked at her.

"Oh, you crazy and freaky forreal. What tha fuck?" She asked me, trying to shake her wrist loose. I clamped the cuff on her right wrist and smiled at her. "Beyoncé, I'm not playing. Get these cuffs off of me. Not while I'm up in this swing like this."

I chuckled and shook my head, walking away from her. "And who told you that you have a say in anything that goes on in this room, Megan? I'm in charge, what I say goes." I spoke, going to get my strap. "And that will never change." 

Grabbing the strap, I slipped the harness on and pulled it up securely to my waist. Walking back over to Megan, while adjusting everything and making sure it felt perfect, I stood in front of her with it pointed directly at her entrance. 

"Beyoncé, stop playing." Megan said, moving around and trying to get loose.

"You can't get out babe." I smiled brightly at her. "Lay still or it's going to be an uncomfortable experience. Lay back and let me do everything. I promise you'll love it. And maybe this can teach you to watch your attitude with me, hm?"

Megan chuckled and tried to pull her arms out of the swing, but she wasn't going anywhere. All this resistance, proves why I need to check her and show her she can't always be in control. 

"Your attitude for the last few months has been so nasty towards me...." I started, rubbing on her inner thighs. "And I told you, I was going to handle you, didn't I?"

"Beyoncé. Take these damn cuffs off of me."

"I'm in control. The cuffs are staying. Let me fix your attitude." I spoke harshly, moving her soaked panties to the side. Smiling as I entered inside of her, her eyes got low as she stared at me. "You're soaked baby. You get off on eating my pussy?" I asked her.

She stayed silent and I slammed my hips into her, making the strap go deeper inside of her.

"Fuck! Yes, Beyoncé!" She screamed. 

I smiled and gripped her thighs, starting to pound away at her. This is going to be one for the books.

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I stood in my shower, thinking about how I had Megan only a few hours ago. I was so damn turned on, it didn't make any sense. Megan has never been that submissive to me and just seeing her so vulnerable once she stopped resisting to being submissive to me made the fire that burns inside of me for her, burn even more. I might have to officially snatch Megan's daddy title from her for good. 

Digging my nails into Megan's thighs, I moaned hearing and seeing how wet her pussy was and how it was reacting to me. Concentrating on how she soaked the strap with every stroke and how her arousal was leaking out of her, I adjusted my stance, trying to remain strong.

"Fuck, Beyoncéééé! Damn, baby! What tha fuck!?" Megan screamed, moving erratically, trying to free herself from the swing and cuffs. 

"You can't go anywhere, baby." I laughed lowly. 

She tried to deter me by squeezing her thighs against me harshly, making me laugh and grab her waist roughly. 

"You're not funny and you won't stop me, Megan." I warned her. "Now let me go." I gritted, trying to fuck her as hard as I possibly could. 

"Please, Bey, take the cuffs off!" Megan pleaded with me. 

"I'm about to get ignant as hell with you, Jovon." I chuckled. I grabbed her neck with my right hand and stabbed my nails into her thigh and pried it away from me.

"Ow! Fuck! Bit—!" Megan whined. 

"Bitch?" I asked deeply. "That's not my fuckin' name."

I pulled her violently by her neck, making her positioning in the swing very uncomfortable. And it's what she deserves. 

"Wait! Beyoncé!" She screamed.

"Now it's Beyoncé?" I questioned with a smirk. "It's too late for that. I'm gonna fuck you up." I laughed. 

She whined and I started giving her my robotic-like strokes as hard and as rough as I could. Her mouth flew open and she threw her head back, struggling to get her arms free from the swing and cuffs.

"Fuck! Giselle!" She screamed for me. "Giselle! Giselle! Please baby, take me out of this! I can't!" She said, arching her back. I ignored her while holding a bright smile on my face. I'm not doing anything for her and I'm not going to accommodate her. This is a lesson she needs to learn. Maybe this will humble her ass a little bit. 

"All this moving and resisting is making this uncomfortable for you. Just listen and do as I say." I growled. "Lay your ass back and let me fuck you like you need to be fucked." I said deeply. 

She frowned at me and let a small whine escape her lips. I watched as she did as I said though and laid back in a comfortable position, instead of trying to fight and pull her arms out of the swing and cuffs. 

Still holding onto her neck, I forced my myself even more in between her legs and went as deep as I could. Altering my stroke, circling my hips and thrusting up harshly into Megan, she constantly moaned and screamed out my name. 

"What's my name?" I asked her.

"Beyoncé!" She screamed.

I laughed and slapped her in her face with my left hand. "You know better. What's my fucking name?" I asked her again. 

"Oh, daddy!" She moaned out, throwing her head back. I knew getting violent and giving Megan rough treatment during sex like this would get her off even more. "You Daddyoncé, baby!" 

"And don't you ever forget that shit." I gritted at her. Leaning into her face, I kissed her sloppily, making her moan and I pulled away from her abruptly. 

"Oh my god!" Megan cried out. "Why are you fucking me so good!?"

I smiled at her and blew her an air kiss while she started struggling once again to get her arms loose. She wants to touch me so bad, she needs to, but she's gonna have to suffer to learn how to be submissive. 

I threw my right leg up over her waist and jackhammered into her at a sideways angle, making her start crying and shaking. 

"What's wrong baby?" I pouted at her. 

"I-I-I'm-I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'mgonnacumsofuckingharddaddy! Ohmagod! Shit, daddy! Fuckkk!" She screamed. 

I looked down, watching the strap slip and slide in and out of her with each stroke, so I could see her cumming in real time. The way she moaned out my name as she came was like music to my ears. I felt myself cum off of that alone and decided to turn things up a notch. Seeing her cum coat the strap, I pulled out of her and made her look at what she did. 

"Look at how you creamed on this dick." I spoke deeply.

"Mmm...Bey..." Megan whined.

I took my right hand and wiped some of the white substance off the fake toy and put my fingers to her lips. Megan opened her mouth without a word and stared at me as I forced my fingers into her mouth. Sucking it off my fingers, I bit my lip and forced the strap back inside of her. 

"You so nasty." I mumbled, staring at her. "You like being a nasty bitch for me?"

She moaned and I pulled my fingers out of her mouth. 

"The things I want to do to you baby. Please let me touch you, let me loose." She pleaded with me. 

I shook my head and leaned into her lips and kissed them. I decided to switch positions and I removed my right leg that was resting over her waist and got into a sturdy stance, squatting a little bit. Grabbing onto her waist with both hands, I bit her lip as I pulled away from her slowly and pounded into her. 

"Shiiiitttt! God damn, Beyoncé! Dick slanging ass—Fuck, baybeeeee! I wanna have your baby, Bey! I wanna have your baby! Mmmm, daddy!" She screamed at me.

I laughed lightly and kept my steady, quick stroke, trying to concentrate as much as I could. 

"OhmygodBeyoncé! I've never been fucked like this before, baby! Please! Cum inside me! Cum inside me!"

Holding a smirk on my face, I removed my hands from her hips and I grabbed underneath her thighs and forced her legs up at a higher angle. 

"I can't do that baby, not while this strap is inside of you at least."

"Daddy, pleaseeee! Please! Cum in me, Bey, please baby!" She whined. 

I growled and kissed her, shortening my strokes. Megan screamed into my mouth and I pulled away from her and looked at her face. She had a permanent frown on her face with her mouth agape, gasping for air. 

"Mmm, shit Megan." I mumbled. 

A deep moan escaped from her mouth and suddenly her eyes rolled back as she arched her back, desperately trying to break free from the swing. I felt her thighs shaking and heard high pitched cries come from her. 

"I'mcummin'I'mcummin'I'mcummin'! Aaagghhhhh! Damn daddy! Fucking shit!" She screamed in the highest pitch I have ever heard come out of her mouth. "Ohhhh—ah! I'm dying! Help me! Help meeeeeeee!" She cried out. 

I groaned, watching her lose control and felt myself cumming as she spiraled. 

"Mmm, I'm right here baby." I assured her. "You gotta let it happen, let it come."

"Unh unh!" She shook her head. "You're killing me! Beyoncé, stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!" She pleaded. I looked down and seen her hips twitching and her stomach muscles physically tensing.

"Fuck, Megan!" I moaned out as I came hard.

"Daddy!" She bursted into tears. I threw my head back, trying to recover as I didn't miss a beat and still kept stroking into her. After a minute or so, I lifted my head to see Megan crying uncontrollably and looking drained as hell. 

"It's okay." I cooed to her, trying to wipe her face of tears. 

"Nooooo!" She cried. "I can't feel my legs, Bey, stop."

"You're fine." I whispered to her. "But I'm gonna let your arms loose, you want that?"

She sniffled and nodded her head quickly. I slowly pulled out of her and went to go get the handcuff key. When I grabbed it and went back over to Megan, I unlocked the cuffs and undid her wrists in the swing. She immediately grabbed onto me and threw her arms around my neck, forcing her head against me. 

"I got you, baby. It's okay." I laughed. "Now you can move freely and won't be as restricted."

"You crazy as hell for fucking me like that when I couldn't touch you." She mumbled. 

I laughed at her and encouraged her to lean back some in the swing. Rubbing my hands along her stomach and down to her pussy, I got her warmed up to me before resuming the type of fucking she needed. Slipping back inside of her, she clawed at my arms and yanked me closer to her. Throwing her arms along my back, I felt her acrylics stab into my back with each stroke I took. 

"Jesus, Megan." I moaned out in pain. 

She moaned and forced her face into my neck, licking on it. Circling my hips at a good rhythm before speeding up my pace and pounding away at her, I grabbed onto her hips to steady her body in the swing. 

"Oh, daddy!" Megan screamed into my neck. "The way you fuck, oh my god, Beyoncééé!" She screeched.

"You like how I fuck your pussy, baby?" I breathed huskily into her ear. 

She moaned out and nodded her head. "Yes, daddy, but this is your pussy now! Shit! You putting your name all up on this shit." She gritted at me.

I smiled to myself and decided to spell out my name with my stroke. I had Megan going bezerk, I mean absolutely crazy. Feeling her teeth sink into my shoulder, I screamed out in pain and forced my hands down to her ass, squeezing it as hard as possible. Pushing and gripping on her ass to get her to meet my stroke, she moaned and screamed nonstop for me as I gave her all of my energy. The faster I went, the shorter my strokes got. 

My breathing became labored and Megan threw her head back, calling my name. 

"Look at me while you're cumming, babe." I encouraged her. 

She barely lifted her head up to look at me and in a split second, her eyes rolled back completely and suddenly she had a death grip on me. 

I cursed under my breath, feeling myself throbbing and ready to cum off of Megan's reaction to me. 

"Ohmygod!" She screamed out randomly. "It's happening again, Beyoncé! I'm dying baby! I'm dying! Stop fucking meeee!" She cried out. 

I kissed her lips as she ranted and cried as I kept hitting her spot with no mercy. Feeling her hands shaking against me, she tried her best to keep her tight, firm grip on me, but ultimately struggled. I watched as Megan spazzed and thrusted her hips upward, making herself practically sit up against my waist. With her legs still locked in the swing, her legs shook and tried to break out of the swing to no avail.  

The blood curling cry that left Megan's mouth, made me grip her ass tighter to hold her up against me, so she knew she was safe and that I had her secured. 

"FUCK! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy, oh my god, daddy!" She rambled. "Oh! Ahhggghhmmm!" 

I felt her squirting against the lower half of my stomach and waist and felt it dripping down my legs. 

"Oh, shit." I moaned out. 

Megan grabbed my neck and forced her head into it, trying to relax and come back to reality. Her body kept shaking and convulsing, making me realize that she was cumming back to back. I slowed my stroke and let the sounds of her cream that was coating on the strap, fill the room. 

"The way this pussy creams for me." I whispered. "Mmmm, baby."

I felt Megan's tears on my neck as she moaned and cried for me, stroking my ego even more. After a few minutes I felt her bite my shoulder and squeeze me tighter. 

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

She whined and I felt her thrusting her hips against me roughly. The strap ended up popping out of her and suddenly I heard a rush of water. 

"Mmmm." I moaned deeply. Forcing Megan to sit back down in the swing fully, I watched her leaking pussy drip out onto my floor. Taking a glance at the strap, her juices mixed with her cream were slowly dripping from the tip of it and I bit my lip.

Grabbing Megan's neck with both of my hands, I gripped her throat tightly as I forced the strap inside her once again. Fucking her as quickly and as hard as I could, she stared deep into my soul, screaming and moaning. Within a minute tops, I was ready to cum like never before and removed my hands from her neck. Wrapping my hands up around her back, I forced my face into her neck, circling my hips and giving her everything I had. 

"Shit, daddy!" She yelled into my ear. 

I moaned and closed my eyes, feeling myself about to cum. The moment I did, I let out a deep moan and shook, collapsing against Megan. 

Let's see if Megan can top this. 

I moaned and leaned my right hand against my glass shower door. I need to cum after thinking about that. I need to get all of my horniness out now, so I can keep my composure later on when dealing with Megan's class. 

After handling myself and cleaning myself up, I finally got out of my shower and went to go find an outfit to wear today. After deciding on a look, I picked out my undergarments and put them on. Going over to my bed, I heard Megan stirring in her sleep and lightly moaning. 

"Megan." I spoke lowly, grabbing one of her hands and rubbing it. She whined and I laughed and pulled her hand up to my face, kissing it. "Baby, wake up."

I watched her eyes flutter open and she smiled when she looked at me. 

"Did you rest well?" I asked her.

"Get away from me, tryna act all innocent after what you did to me. You killed me last night and brought me back to life with your dick." She frowned, snatching her hand from my grasp.

I laughed and bent down to kiss her cheek. "Stop being dramatic and acting like a little baby." I spoke, rubbing her cheek. She whined and turned her head away from my hand. "That's fine. Keep this same energy later on in my class. I'll see you later, I just wanted to check on you." I said, standing up straight.

"Wait!" Megan yelled, grabbing onto my hand as I tried to walk away. "I slept well, but I don't like how you had me last night, Bey." She pouted. 

"Get used to it. Now, go back to sleep and I'll see you in class later, okay?"

She nodded her head and I kissed her forehead. "Whatever you need or want is in here. Help yourself to the kitchen. I have prep meals my chef made for me for the next couple of days, there's air fryers you can use to make whatever, okay?"

"Mhm." She hummed out. 

"I love you." I smiled.

"I love you too, Bey."

I gave her an air kiss and went back to getting dressed. As soon as I finish tending to myself, I have to wake Honour up and get her ready to drop her off at my mama's house. I really hope I don't have any problems today. 

*

As the last of the students of my Music Production I class cleared out of the recording studio, I noticed one student at the soundboard, messing with the knobs and faders.

"Victoria." I called out to the student. "Do you have any questions?" I asked her.

She looked back at me with a small smile. "Ms. Knowles, I'm a little confused with the functions of the soundboard." She spoke. 

I walked over to her and looked at her. "Okay, refer to the handout I gave you all earlier and let's go through it." I suggested.

She nodded her head and I eyed her, unable to believe how much she resembles Megan. I swear you would think they are sisters. 

Once she placed the handout diagram of the soundboard down by my hand, that I passed out to the class earlier, I pointed out each piece on the physical soundboard and explained the function and purpose. 

"Okay, so we have here." I pointed to a particular set of buttons on the soundboard. "Is what we call 'Gain'. This is used to adjust how much signal is being amplified by the built-in preamp. You see, typically, sound enters the soundboard from the top and travels downward in a straight line, where it encounters multiple controls along its route. The first control encountered is called gain, and it is essential, because it decides the amount of sound that gets through." I explained to her. "Next, we have the EQ Knobs." I pointed. "Every input sound source corresponds to a channel, and each channel typically has EQ potentiometers. These allow you to control the sound source's frequency balance individually. With the EQ knobs, you are able to adjust the timbre/tone of each input channel, so they blend harmoniously with one another." I looked at her and noticed her writing down what I was saying in a notebook. 

"Got it." She smiled at me. "You can continue."

I nodded my head. "Then, we have the Aux Knobs. The aux knob's job is to 'send' the channel's sound to other output locations other than the main output. Think of the aux knobs as miniature faders that set the level for outputs other than the main PA speakers. For example, if you had a singer on stage who needed to hear themselves singing, you'd set up a stage monitor and plug it into the aux on the sound board. Since the singer will likely want to hear themselves at a different level than you have set for the audience, the aux knobs give you independent control over the stage monitor's 'mix'."

"Ohhh, okay, that makes sense!" She exclaimed. "When I perform, I also tell the sound guy to turn it down for me, so it won't be so loud." She explained.

"You sing?" I tilted my head to the right with a smile.

"Yes, Ms. Knowles. I'm not as good as you, but I can do a little somethin' somethin'." She laughed. 

"Girl, please. Let me hear something." I encouraged her. 

She cleared her throat and closed her eyes before opening her mouth to sing. 

"Life is but a dream

Here we are inside of it and you're inside of me

Until you actually fall asleep

Finally you can add this moment to your memory, ooh

Take away your pain

Give me all of your emotions

Land it like a plane on my back if you can't hold it

Life is but a dream that you manifested slowly

So fuck a fantasy

This your motherfuckin' moment

A-aaayyyeeee, this your motherfuckin' momentttt." She riffed and opened her eyes. I raised my eyebrow, very impressed and clapped my hands. 

"That was amazing, Victoria. You have a very nice tone to you. What song was that?" I asked.

"My song, actually. I'm a songwriter. That was the first way I tapped into music. I was more of a writer and didn't really want to sing until a few years ago. I've also done vocal production and co-produced on a couple of songs, which is why I wanted to take this class, so I could learn so much more and really get into using protools." She explained.

"Oh, so you have it all figured out then, huh?" I smiled at her.

"Sorta." She blushed at me. "I just want to soak up everything from the classes I'm taking, so I can go out and use it and break into the industry."

"That won't be a problem for you, I can tell. You have talent, Victoria. And songwriting will always help you get your foot in the door, I'm telling you that based off of experience."

She eyed me up and down and stepped closer to me. "If I have any problems...or want to learn more than what you teach in this course, am I able to come to you..and get private instruction?" She asked me. 

"Uhm..." I stated nervously. "That shouldn't be a problem. You seem very hungry for this and know what you want to do and achieve, so I have no problems helping you hone your talent and develop you even more."

"That I am. I'm very hungry, Ms. Knowles. For a lot of THINGS." She emphasized as she smiled at me and eyed me up and down. "And thank you, I'm sure I'll be reaching out to you soon." 

Oh?

I nodded my head as it fell to a comfortable silence. The way she was staring at me, though, made me a tad bit uncomfortable. It felt like she was slowly trying to suck me in with those brown eyes. I can't let her get to me or break me. Clearing my throat, I tapped the handout diagram and looked over at the soundboard. 

"Let's continue, shall we?" I spoke, avoiding eye contact with her. 

"Of course." She spoke softly, placing her hand on top of mine that was resting on the paper. I looked over at her to find her already staring at me and I slowly pulled my hand from underneath hers. "As I was saying." I spoke. "The next part is the Fader." I turned my head away from her and pointed to it on the soundboard. "The fader's primary function is adjusting the channel's volume to the main outputs. Each fader feeds into the master bus fader. They enable you to adjust the presence of each channel within the final output or mix." I explained. 

I continued to go on and once I felt I explained what I wanted her to know for this particular course about the soundboard and its parts, I showed her the abbreviations used to label inputs on the soundboard. As I went through everything, I watched her take notes and write everything I said down. Glancing over at her notes, I nodded my head, satisfied with her notetaking and impressed with how serious she's taking this class. 

VOX = Vocal

BGV = Background Vocal(s)

WX = Wireless Microphone

MC = Emcee Microphone

POD = Podium Microphone

GTR = Guitar

E GTR = Electric Guitar

ACO = Acoustic Guitar

OH L = Left Overhead Drum Mic

OH R = Right Overhead Drum Mic

SNR = Snare Drum

PERC = Percussion

KEYS = Electric Keyboard

UKE = Ukelele

TRAX = Pre-Recorded Tracks

Maybe I can take Victoria under my wing like I did with Megan. It wouldn't hurt to mentor someone of her caliber who is actually experienced and is taking her classes as serious as she is. She's determined and talented and all she needs is support to really get her to where she wants to go. As long as she doesn't try anything with me like Megan did, it should be fine, right?

*

I sat in Kelly's office with her and Michelle. We had a small break between our classes and after that situation with Victoria earlier, I couldn't get her out of my head. Was she flirting with me? Was she throwing hints at me that I wasn't completely catching at that moment? Maybe I'm blowing this whole thing out of proportion, that's why I need my girl's opinions on the matter. 

"So, what's up B?" Kelly smiled, tossing her feet up onto her desk. 

Michelle got comfortable on the edge of Kelly's desk, while I sat in one of her chairs in front of it. "Okay y'all." I started. "Now, I could be reaching and just blowing everything out of proportion, but I think I might have another Megan on my hands." 

Kelly started laughing and slammed her hand down on her desk, while Michelle shook her head. 

"Your students have no regards for boundaries, B." Kelly chuckled. "They really don't give a fuck and are willing to risk their education, just to get a piece of you. I'm starting to get suspicious and wonder how good that pussy is, girl." She teased me. 

I rolled my eyes as Kelly flicked her tongue out at me and Michelle threw a paper clip at her.

"Stop messing with her, Kelly!" Michelle exclaimed. "Can't you see this is serious? Look at her face." She motioned to me. "Are you okay, Bey? What is the student doing to make you think that this is another Megan situation?" She asked me.

I sighed deeply and shook my head. "I'm okay, just...nervous. I don't know how to tell Megan about this. I don't want to hide it from her. With our past, she hates when I keep things from her and she always thinks I'm being sneaky. I want her to trust me."

"Well, tell us what this student did, B." Kelly encouraged me.

"Okay." I held my right hand up. "My Music Production I class. We were in the studio and I was going over the parts of the soundboard, functions and even let the students test out how the soundboard works. This one student in particular stayed behind when I dismissed the class. She said she was a little confused about the functions, so I went over things one by one with her. She was taking notes and very engaged. I don't know y'all. It was something about her. We just clicked. I found out she can sing and she's a songwriter. From there...the intensity was turned up a notch. The way she was looking at me...she was all up on me and touched my hand...I don't know, maybe I'm overthinking this."

"No, if you feel like this could be a Megan number two, obviously your instincts are strong and not wrong about this. A connection of some sort had to take place if you think this could be another Megan situation." Michelle assured me. 

"Yeah, B. Only you experienced and felt what you felt with Megan. If you're feeling the same thing with this student, I doubt you're wrong about this." Kelly chimed in. "What else happened?" 

"The question that made me think that this could potentially be another Megan situation." I shook my head.

"What?" Kelly and Michelle said at the same time.

"She asked if she could get private instruction from me." I said, looking between the both of them. 

"Ah hell!" Michelle yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. 

Kelly started laughing and jumped up from her chair. 

"B! B! You are not reaching, baby! Oh my god, this is really about to be Megan number two." Kelly claimed.

"Déjà Vu!" Michelle spoke, shaking her head. 

I took a deep breath, starting to stress out. Now that I know that I'm not taking things overboard, I have to figure out how to handle this properly.

"Bey, you gotta shut this down. Nip it in the bud right away. Don't let this situation linger and fester the way you did with Megan." Michelle said.

"I know, I know. I honestly just want to be a mentor to the girl, I swear. She's talented y'all and she has experience. I could teach her so much, she's hungry for this and wants to break into the industry. She could be something big y'all." I explained.

"And that's fine." Kelly said, walking over to me. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she leaned down to my ear. "You may see it as something innocent, but that student is going to prey on any opportunity where she can get you alone, just like Megan did, BB. Shut it down. And if she's hungry like you say she is, she'll act right when it's time for private instruction and knowledge that you're willing to give her that you aren't teaching in the course and to other students."

My girl's are right. I have to stop this situation before it can even evolve into something more. Just the small flirtatious signs now are dangerous and I refuse to get caught up or lose Megan over a situation like this. I don't know how I'm going to go about putting Victoria in check, but I do know that I have to tell Megan, and as soon as possible. 

*

Megan sauntered over to me after locking the studio door and grabbed my waist. I looked through the glass windows surrounding the studio and pushed her back. 

"Megan, not in here. We're gonna get caught." I pleaded with her.

"Okay." She threw her hands up. "What did you want to talk to me about? And I need you to make this quick, because I have to go catch my flight to go back to LA."

I nodded my head and started pacing. "I don't want to tell you this right now, but I also don't want to hide this from you. There's a student in my Music Production I class that I feel is a little flirtatious and giving me the vibe you gave me when you were in my Fundamentals class." I spoke, eyeing her.

I halted my pacing, awaiting her reaction. She leaned her head to the right and squinted her eyes at me. 

"What student?" She asked me.

"I can't tell you that, because I know you." I stated.

"Beyoncé, don't play with me right now. Who is it?" She asked me deeply.

"Baby..." I said sweetly, knowing she was upset. "It's a female student in that class. That's all that I can tell you."

"What did she do or say to you?" She questioned me, walking closer towards me. 

"Uhm....s-sh-she-." I stumbled nervously over my words.

"S-s-sh-sh what? What? What? Don't start stuttering, Beyoncé. You ain't Joe and you damn sure ain't about to make me act out like Mystikal in this bitch. Don't lie to me. Stop stuttering."

"Okay." I held my hand up to her. "Don't start being disrespectful and cursing at me, Jovon. Who do you think you are?" I eyed her up and down.

"I'm the bitch you got fucked up, Beyoncé. I'm also the bitch you were fucking the shit out of last night. I'm the bitch you wanted to give your house key to. You know exactly who I am, so don't make me act out of character right now. I want to know what this student did or said to you to make you think that she's giving you the same vibes I gave you." She pointed at me, getting in my face.

I lowered her hand down and she snatched from me. "I'm. Not. Playin'. Witchu. Tell me what I want to know. Now." She gritted.

I looked up at her and I must say, it took everything in me not to moan and have Megan take me right in this studio. It's so damn sexy when she acts possessive and jealous like this. 

"The vibe was intense. I felt how I felt when I wanted to take you under my wing and guide you. She touched my hand and was extremely close to me, all in my face after I dismissed the class. I didn't think it was that serious until she asked me if I could give her private instruction." I admitted.

"Give me this bitches name, Beyoncé! Now! Right now!" Megan yelled in my face.

"Calm the hell down." I spoke lowly. "Before I have to get you together. You have a flight to catch and obligations to handle and you don't need your mood messed up like this. Relax, I'm going to handle it. I just didn't want to stall in telling you and you claim that I was being sneaky, okay? Now, I will talk to you later, alright?"

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. 

"I said, alright?" I repeated myself.

"Yeah." Megan mumbled.

I laughed and shook my head, pointing at her. "Don't play with me, Jovon. Answer me correctly." I demanded.

"Fine! Yes, Beyoncé, I'll talk to you later." She said with an obvious attitude.

"Oooo." I laughed at her. "You're lucky you have to leave or you would be taking a nice little trip to my office, so I could work out that nasty attitude. It's like last night taught you nothing, but you'll learn eventually." I warned her.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled.

"Mhm." I eyed her up and down.

"Handle that student, Bey. I'm serious." She told me.

"I said I will, so I will." I spoke with sass.

She pouted and quickly pecked my lips. I scoffed and shook my head, raising my right hand up to her mouth. I looked to make sure no one was walking by or watching us before I wiped her lips of my gloss.

"A big, jealous baby." 

"Whateva. Like I said. And you betta handle her. I'll text you when I land in L.A." She said.

"Alright, have a safe flight." I said, rubbing her face.

"Thank you." She smiled small.

I dropped my hand from her face and she slipped on her shades before telling me goodbye and leaving out of the studio. 

I released a deep breath and held my head. I really need to figure out how to handle Victoria before Megan figures out who she is and runs up on her.

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I stumbled through the Private Jet, clutching my phone and immediately went to the bedroom. I was feeling too good after getting some much needed liquor in my system. After handling business, I celebrated with Farris and a couple of my close LA friends and got some partying in. It definitely didn't help that all my mind could focus on was Beyoncé and some student trying to be another me and seduce her. Beyoncé is mine and I'll be damned if I let a Megan wannabe come in and take her from me. 

Slamming the room door by accident, I laughed and jumped on the bed, unlocking my phone. I decided to shoot Beyoncé a quick text. I was still pissed and with this liquor in me, I wanted to start some shit with her for some attention. The liquor just gives me an excuse to act like a baby and once Bey realizes that I'm gone, she'll forgive whatever indiscretions that goes on tonight. 

🐎Jovon💕

Why you always playing games with my heart??

You want me to act out so I can manhandle your ass

You like to get me jealous on purpose! First your husband last night, now some random bitch in your class??

I'm sicka you hurting me like this, but imma handle that ass tho

I exited out of my message thread and went to Instagram to do a Live. I needed to rant a little bit and I'm sure doing a Live will catch Beyoncé's attention anyway.

*

Beyoncé Knowles

I watched as Megan flexed her jewelry on Instagram Live and started talking about how she deserves to be treated in a relationship. I could tell that she had been drinking and she was venting all of her frustrations, but I also knew that she was doing this to take shots at me, especially since she just sent me some angry texts only a few minutes ago. 

"Look at me! Look at this!" Megan bragged, holding her phone at the perfect angle to capture her ass and titties in her one piece outfit. She looked damn good and it made me feel some type of way that she was really doing this right now after the situation earlier, in order to be petty towards me. "I deserve someone who will show me off and really love me!" She ranted. "Not just say they love me, but prove that they love me! I'm a bad bitch and I should be treated as such! Niggas and bitches will neva find anotha me! You will never find anotha Stallion. I'm one of one, bitch!" She pointed at her phone, making me roll my eyes. 

There is no reason for her to be so shady like this. This is crazy. 

I shook my head and decided to try to get her off of Live by calling her. Her doing this drunk Live is not the way to handle our situation. 

Calling her twice, she declined both calls and I rolled my eyes and went back to Instagram to see how she was acting.

"Now you want to hit me up!? Now you want to hit my phone!?" She yelled, pointing at her phone screen. "Keep fuckin' playin' wit me! And there's no need for no speculation or shade, because the person knows exactly who I'm talking to. If you just tried to call me and got declined, I'm talkin' bout yo ass!" She yelled.

I scoffed and chuckled lightly. Wait until she gets her ass back here with me. I swear that girl isn't gonna know rest. 

"You know y'all, I've seen a lot of fuck shit today, but I'ma let it slide, because I got liquor in my system right now, but the person who I'm talking to, know you will be handled later." She threatened me.

I nodded my head and closed out the Instagram app. I need to get ready, because when Megan shows up, it's done. She's not gonna have a chance.

 *

When I felt my phone buzz from my security cameras surrounding my mansion, I stood up from my couch in my second living room and walked towards the foyer. On my way there, I heard my doorbell sound throughout my mansion and smirked. 

I've been waiting for this girl to show up, so I can put her in her place. 

Once I got to my front door, I unlocked it and swung it open. I grabbed Megan by her arm and pulled her into my mansion and slammed the door behind her. 

"Get your ass in here." I mumbled, snatching her suitcase out of her hand and pushing it away from us, so it would roll out of our way. 

"Don't grab on me like that!" She ranted drunkenly as she yanked from me. 

I stood in front of her and squinted my eyes at her. "You better get yourself together, Megan, before I have to get you together. You've been shady and disrespectful to me all night." 

"Because I'm sick of you playing games with me, Beyoncé!" She yelled. 

I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on her shoulders. "Relax, I'm not playing games with you, Megan. I'm trying to be open and honest with you, so you can trust me, baby." I explained.

She shook her head dramatically and pushed me away from her by my hips. "I hate you Bey! I'm sicka you doing me like this!" She yelled at me.

"Stop it." I said, grabbing onto her hips and pulling her body into mine. Her body smashed roughly against mine, and I grabbed her face with both of my hands and pulled her down to my lips. "You hate me, baby?" I whispered seductively against her lips. 

"Stopppp." She whined, trying to pull her face away from me. 

"You stop." I said sternly, squeezing her face in my hands. "You want to show out for your followers and fans?" I asked her, before placing a kiss to her lips. "Hm?" I hummed out, kissing on her. 

"No! You—." She started, but I cut her off by kissing her again and trying to remove her outfit.

"You! You keep playin' me Bey and it's not fair!" She claimed after I pulled away from her lips.

"Mhm." I nodded my head, pulling at the straps of her one piece and getting them successfully down her arms as I kissed on her. "Then you wanna hit my phone like that while I'm on live and pissed awf! You know what it is when I get liquor in my system, Bey! You shoulda let me be mad and left me alone until I got here!"

"Mhmm." I mumbled, pushing her outfit down her body and to her heels. "Take those off." I told her, pointing to her shoes. 

She put her hand on my shoulder and slightly bent over and raised her right foot to get her heel off. "You just be playin' me, Bey. Everything is a game to you, forreal. You be pissin' me off." She drunkenly rambled on. Putting her right foot down after getting her heel off, she switched and did the same with her left foot. "Y-you have no regard for my feelings or heart Bey. So what? You gonna fuck on this student too, how you did me?" She mumbled, taking off her shoe.

"Watch your mouth." I warned her, taking a step back from her, making her stand up straight. "I've let you go on and on and talk shit about me, but don't do that. Don't try to make it seem like I'm just out here sleeping with students when you are the first and only student I've slept with Megan. And let's not forget, I tried to resist you. You seduced me and forced me into this whole situation, so let's not go there." I defended myself.

She threw her left shoe past my head and it landed close to my stairs. I shook my head at her and yanked her by her right hand. "Come here, bring your drunk ass on, so I can get you together." I spoke angrily. 

Dragging her to my second living room, not wanting to waste time going upstairs, I pushed her in front of one of my couches and forced her to lay down on the floor. I already had my strap waiting for her on the couch that I grabbed earlier. 

When Megan got down on the floor, she stayed sitting up on her knees and I bent over and forced her completely flat onto my carpet. All while Megan fussed and complained to me about how she felt and what I was 'supposedly' doing to her, I pulled her one-piece outfit off completely and threw it away from us. 

Getting between her legs, I leaned down and smiled at her bare pussy. This girl really doesn't wear panties with majority of her outfits now, I swear. 

"Head is not gonna make me forget about what you're doing to me, Bey!" She yelled at me as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Mhmmm." I mumbled before diving into her. 

Digging my nails underneath her thighs to keep her body steady, I moaned as Megan's essence leaked into my mouth. I know she was heavily drinking brown liquor with how wet she is. She becomes so horny when she drinks Cognac or Hennesy, even Dussé. 

Sucking and slurping up her juices pouring from her body and constantly pulling webs of her arousal from her hole, I would look up from time to time and see her spiraling. 

Slapping her hand on my head and forcing my face deeper, trying to drown me, I heard her moaning her ass off. I soon felt her thighs tighten around my head and I reached my right hand up to caress her stomach and relax her some. She ended up grabbing onto my hand and squeezing my fingers for dear life.

"F-fu-fuuuckkk, Beyoncé!" She screamed, making my heart flutter. 

I can't wait to hear her moaning and screaming my name all night.

*

Morning

I groaned, remembering how I had Megan laid out on my living room floor and screaming like a maniac as I gave her some of the best dick she has ever had in her life last night. I had that girl spread eagle, giving her everything I had. I was hitting her spot so good, she came at least twenty times back to back within a span of fifteen minutes. 

Megan completely turned into someone else. She was out of her mind, crying and snot running from her nose, and I enjoyed every single second of it. I know she did too. I think she'll start to warm up more to being submissive to me, since she sees how well I can do her and how I've learned a lot more since I gave her the strap for the first time after I first broke off things with her in her sophomore year. 

I looked over at Megan still knocked out from last night and smiled. I decided to slip out of bed and clean up a bit. After brushing my teeth and washing my face in my master suite bathroom, I went back out into my main bedroom area and snatched the strap off the bed and slipped it on. I need more of Megan. I'm so damn horny, it doesn't make any sense. 

Climbing up onto the bed carefully, I slow spread Megan's thighs and laid down in between them. Guiding the strap inside of her, I pushed in gently and she immediately tensed. Looking down at her, her eyes were still closed as she held a frown on her face. Forcing my face into her neck, I kissed on it and stroked into her. After a few strokes, Megan wrapped her hands around my back and moaned out my name. Pushing on her thighs, I spread them out even more, putting her into a complete wide open split.

"Beyoncé." Megan moaned out for me.

"You like it like that baby?" I whispered against her neck.

"Yes Beyyy." She moaned. 

I stroked her for a few more minutes before switching my position and sitting up on my knees. Slightly leaning over her, I wrapped both of my hands around Megan's neck, gently choking her.  

"Oh..baby! Damn!" Megan screamed, finally opening her eyes. I felt her nails dig into my sides and I groaned at the feeling. Thrusting my hips faster and harder, Megan tried to wrap her legs around my waist and I removed my right hand from her neck and slapped her left leg.

"Shit! Beyoncé!" She yelled.

"Keep your legs spread out. Stop playing with me." I growled. 

"Fuck baby, okay!"

I smiled and continued to pound into her, loving the sounds her pussy was making for me and the way she was moaning my name. 

When Megan started scratching at my skin and slapping at my sides, I knew she was going to have her Big O. What a wonderful way to start the morning.

*

Drilling into Megan from the back, I watched her grab my sheets and pull on them as she screamed out for me.

"Ahh..Beyoncé, your dick is so damn good, daddy!"

I smiled and wrapped my right hand around the front of her neck and held it lightly as my left hand rested on my mattress, helping me keep my balance. 

"You still hate me?" I whispered in her ear. 

"Unh unh!" She shook her head. "You love me, daddy?" She moaned out.

"I love you." I said deeply into her ear.

"Oooo...." She said, throwing her ass back at me, meeting my stroke. "You ever gonna cheat on me, baby?" 

"I'll never cheat on you, baby." I promised her before placing a kiss to her face. I thrusted harder into her and I felt her legs start shaking and her feet moving erratically. 

"Babyyyyyyy..." She whined. "Yessssss...Just like that, just like that!" She said throwing her head back. "Jesus, baby!"

"You already know what's coming, don't resist it." I smiled. 

"Agghhhmmm, I fucking love you! Shit Beyoncé! Right there, right there daddy, right there!"

"I love you too." I moaned, constantly altering my stroke between my rough jackhammer strokes and dipping my hips at an angle to get deeper. In minutes, Megan and I were both having our orgasms at the same time and when I was too weak to hold myself up, I collapsed on her back and held her tightly.

"Hey..." Megan spoke up after about ten minutes of us trying to recover.

"Hmm.." I mumbled against her back. 

"Let me clean up, I'll be back." She spoke lowly.

I rolled off of her and allowed her to get off of my bed and go tend to herself in my bathroom. That was a damn good workout, I swear. Taking the strap off, I threw it somewhere on the bed and decided to go hop in my shower while Megan brushed her teeth and washed her face. She ended up coming into the shower with me and trying to tame her and get her to not be sexual was a job in itself. When we were both finally clean, we got out and got dressed in some lounging attire. 

I went to go check on Honour while Megan decided to DoorDash us some breakfast to eat. While waiting on the food in my room on my bed, Megan and I played with Honour as we talked over Gracie's Corner playing lowly in the background on my television. 

"So, I've been meaning to ask you..." I smiled at Megan as she rolled one of Honour's toy balls to her. 

"Yes?" She looked at me.

"When did you start speaking Creole? You've been using it a lot when I'm hitting it well, very well." I laughed. 

"Please, Ms. Knowles." Megan rolled her eyes playfully. "And a little bit after I blew up. I don't know, I took an interest in it. You know people were always interviewing me and asking me things about myself and where I came from. Talking about my background and knowing that I have Creole roots just influenced me to go for it and actually learn the language. So at least if someone asks me again in an interview, I can say I can speak a little bit of it." She laughed. "Do you speak it?"

"Yes." I nodded. "I'm actually fluent. I can understand everything you say when we have sex..." I smirked at her. 

"Oh? Maybe you can help me become fluent. Are you willing to be my tutor once again?" She smiled at me.

I started laughing and shook my head. "We know if I try to teach you, the lesson is going to consist of you flirting and getting turned on when I say something. That will then lead to sex and you won't learn anything. You should hire someone to teach you and help you become fluent, though." I suggested. 

She laughed and nodded her head. "I will. When I get a break and have time....I've been meaning to tell you that I actually have to fly back to L.A tomorrow night for an event."

I sighed and grabbed Honour, sitting her on my thighs. 

"I know, Bey." She spoke, sitting up and moving closer to me. "But this is what I've always wanted, Bey. This is what I've been praying for since I was a teenager. I have to act upon the hype I'm getting right now."

"I know, baby, I know." I sighed.

"Y'all are my family, you and Honour will always come first, but I still have to handle my obligations." She explained.

"I understand baby, I do. I'm just gonna miss you—we're gonna miss you." I smiled, looking down at Honour. 

Megan smiled. "And imma miss y'all too. But I'll be back soon, I promise." She spoke.

She kissed my lips and I smiled at her. I really am proud of Megan, but sometimes I can't help but to think I'm holding her back. She's in her prime right now and having to worry about Honour and I while also being in school and focusing on her career is a lot. I don't want to add to her already full plate of obligations. Settling down right now with me and becoming a family probably shouldn't happen for her for another few years, but I guess we'll see how this turns out for us. 

After our breakfast was finally delivered, we ate, played and read to Honour before I gave her another bottle and laid her down for a nap. Rubbing her stomach soothingly as she laid in between Megan and I on my bed, I hummed lowly. 

"Bey." Megan whispered to me.

"Hm?" I responded, looking over at her. I noticed her holding a notebook and she passed it over to me. 

"I want your opinion on this song." She spoke lowly.

Grabbing the notebook, I read through the first verse as she started rapping it quietly to me, so I could hear how it would flow. 

"Ayy

Posted, toasted, hangin' at the back

Made money all year, make a toast with the yak

Window to the wall, throw it back, throw it back

And if I leave with him, he gon' eat it for a fact

I seen a lot of fuck shit, but I'ma let it slide

I got it in my system, now I'm really tryna ride

I don't know if it's us Aquarius'

That just like to have fun and ain't scared to fuck, Ah." She rapped.

I nodded my head and read on. 

"That's the second verse, but I want a singer to be on it." She spoke. "Sing it right now for me Bey. It should be like, 'I get nastyyyy, when the moon comes out and the juice kicks in'." She sung. 

I took a deep breath and started singing it how she wanted. 

" I get nasty

When the moon comes out and the juice kicks in

Liquor in my system, system

No need to ask me

When the party end 'cause I'm on my way

To give you what you're missin', missin'."

"Perfect." She commented. "Then the pre-chorus should be like...'It's 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot

Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

We ain't tryna make it home and I don't wanna be alone

No way, yeah, tonight.'" 

"The chorus." I whispered and started singing along with her.

"So hit my phone, woah-oh

Sippin' '42 and you know I'm bent

Too far gone, oh-oh

Liquor got me sendin' that risky text." She sung it with me.

"That's good, Megan." I smiled.

"Thank you, then it goes into the next verse....Ayy, ayy

I'm feelin' kinda tipsy, come and get me

You can hit it in the party if you're feelin' risky

I got all these niggas mad 'cause they where you wanna be

On the dance floor, rubbin' all on my body

Now tell them hoes back-back, give you fifty feet

Before you look at him, you know I'm the one you see

He told me I get crazy when I get up on the yak

Nah, I just never play with bitches like that

I be drinkin' out the bottle and I need a mouthful

And I know I'm from the south, but you need your goggles

Party like a vato, shots of the blanco

Guaranteed to knock a nigga up out his zapatos

I'm tryna make it home, but you lookin' so good

I would pull it out your pants, right now if I could

But you know everything I do gon' make it to the net

So I guess I can wait until I get you to the bed, ah."

I smiled at her in awe.

"What?" She asked, grabbing her notebook from my hands.

"You're so talented, baby."

She blushed and thanked me. "You know, as a rapper, I draw inspiration from my life, real things that happen to me, the emotions I feel. Last night...when you were hitting my phone on my flight back here with me being so drunk...just inspired me to write how I was feeling."

"I can see that." I whispered, leaning into her and kissing her lips. 

"I love you so much, Bey." Megan spoke.

"I love you so much more, baby." I smiled at her. 

"No, you don't." She argued.

"Yes, I do." I challenged her.

"Nuh unh." She said childishly.

"Yes." I fired back.

"Beyyyy." She whined. "No, you don't."

"Yesss." I laughed, grabbing her face and kissing her lips once more.

I'm going to miss Megan so much when she leaves me again. I'm not looking forward to it at all.

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One Week Later

Beyoncé Knowles

I rested both of my hands down on my desk behind me as I moaned, thrusting my hips into Megan's face. This woman came onto campus right before I have to go teach her class and barged into my office. Without saying a word, she pulled me up from my chair and sat me on my desk, before bending down in front of me. The only words she said to me was 'I want to eat your pussy.' And that's exactly what I let her do. 

I sucked in a deep breath and threw my head back, thrusting my hips faster into her face. "Damn...eat it daddy." I moaned out to her. 

Gripping the sides of my thighs, Megan forced her face deeper into me and I let out a high pitch scream as she flicked her tongue over my clit as fast as possible like a damn snake before pulling and tugging at it roughly. I threw my left hand up to my chest and squeezed on my breast, knowing I was about to cum in any minute. 

Slapping my left hand back down to her head, I held it steady, fucking her face violently, making her moan non-stop as she ate. 

"Take it, baby." I gritted out to her. "Handle this pussy just like that!" I kicked my feet up onto the armrests of my chair that was sitting behind her and leaned back onto my elbows. "I love you so much, Jovon, ohh!" I cried out, using both of my hands to now steady her head. 

I felt her tongue slither back into my hole and I kicked the chair away from me and looked down, watching Megan as her head bobbed up and down and slid her tongue in and out of me. 

"Shiiiiiiiit, Megan, Megan, Megan, oh my god! What the hell?" I rambled on, tightening my thighs around her head. "I just know you gonna catch everything baby." I moaned. "Why do you eat my pussy so damn goodddddd?" I said, scratching at her roots. 

Within the next couple of minutes, Megan had me spazzing, slapping her in her head and scrambling to get away from her wicked tongue. She ended up forcing me up to her face as I leaked out on her tongue and what made it even more sick, is that she stared up at me as she caught everything I could give her. Inhaling into me deeply before letting my waist go and letting my lower half drop down onto my desk, I cursed under my breath and flipped over onto my stomach. 

"Stop playing, before I eat it from the back." She said, landing a hard smack to my ass.

I moaned deeply and she pulled me off my desk and turned me around to face her. Staring at me with a smirk, I grabbed her chin and pulled her head down towards me. Looking into her eyes for about ten seconds, I let my eyes linger down to her mouth and noticed myself on her bottom lip. I smiled before kissing her lip gently then sucking on it nastily and pulling it as I placed my hands back on my desk behind me. Megan moaned and stumbled closer into me, pushing me roughly against my desk and I smiled in satisfaction. 

Pulling away from her, I gave her a quick peck and raised my right hand up to her mouth to wipe around her lips.

"You're really bold. I can't believe you're about to go to class after eating my pussy like that and still have me all over your lips." I whispered, swiping my finger underneath her bottom lip to get the excess juices off of her face.

"You know I had to give you some extra Birthday head." She smiled brightly at me. "Happy Birthday again, Bey." 

She kissed me and I rubbed her chin as she pulled away from me. "Thank you, but waking me up with head this morning and giving me all those extravagant gifts were enough Megan, seriously. And after all the jewelry, Chanel bags and clothes you gave me last night, I couldn't ask for more baby. And let's not forget that Mercedes G-Class Truck." I smiled.

"I did my big one with that, didn't I?" She laughed.

"Yes you did. And you're soooo lucky you're on your cycle, because the things I want to do to you for that gift alone." I pouted.

"Well, you know when to catch me. I'll be ready. I promise." She smirked at me. 

"You better be." I mumbled. 

I kissed her again, this time shoving my tongue into her mouth and sucking on hers, tasting myself. I moaned lowly and placed both of my hands on her face, slightly squeezing it. I know it's going to be hell trying to calm myself down in Megan's class after what she just did to me. My pussy is throbbing for more attention from her. 

Lord, help me. 

*

Megan Pete

I bent over the soundboard purposely, giving people a small peek of the lower part of my cheeks as student's surrounded me and worked on the track Beyoncé wanted us to produce for the class assignment. 

After a few minutes of being laid back, I decided to take lead and tell the students how I felt the frequency of the track should've sounded like and adding baselines into the beat. Once people realized how better the beat sounded, they praised my ideas and my mind, making me really feel myself. Working in the studio and watching Ju, I've picked up on a lot of things and then with Beyoncé teaching us and starting from the foundation, everything is really starting to make sense to me and come full circle. 

"I know what you're doing. Stand up properly." I heard Beyoncé whisper into my ear before she walked away from me. I smirked and stood up straight and eyed her walking over onto the other side of the students grouped at the soundboard. 

My eyes followed her every movement and zeroed in on her stance. I could tell she was needing me and the fact that I know she has no panties on, since I destroyed them earlier, she's probably dripping down her thighs right now. Mmmm.

Watching her place her right hand on her hip and cross her left leg over her right as she stood and conversed with a student, I could notice her altering between slightly leaning over some and arching her back, trying to have a comfortable stance.

Deciding to fuck with her a bit, I walked up to her and called her name, interrupting the conversation between her and the student, making her look over at me.

"Megan, I'm speaking to someone right now." She stated.

"I'm sorry." I smiled innocently as I looked over at the student.

"No, it's fine, really. That's all I wanted to ask you Professor Knowles." The skinny hispanic boy said before turning back around to the soundboard. 

"Megan." Beyoncé stated. 

I licked my lips and eyed her up and down. Mouthing freaky shit to her about how I knew she was dripping down her legs, as I had my back turned to the other students. I watched as Bey was visibly melting in front of me, trying to maintain her composure. I leaned into her and whispered into her face that I was ready to handle her after this class and she shook her head at me with a scowl on her face.

"Is everyone understanding how the soundboard really works now!?" Beyoncé spoke loudly, walking away from me. I smirked and eyed her, I guess she's mad at how worked up I got her. Oh well, we only have about thirty minutes left of this class before I get to handle her once again.

When the class finally ended and Bey dismissed all of the students, I whispered to her that I would meet her at her mansion as I was the last one to leave the studio. I'm going to have so much fun with her. 

After arriving at Beyoncé's mansion, I used the temporary key she gave me and went inside. I immediately went upstairs to jump in the shower to relax and unwind before I planned on DoorDashing some food. About an hour or so had past when I was finally done with my shower and tending to myself. Jumping on Beyoncé's bed, I turned on her TV and called her to see if she would want Jamaican food that I had planned on having delivered.

Letting the phone ring several times, Bey finally answered and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes?" She asked politely. 

"Finally, Bey!" I yelled. "I'm trying to see if you wanted some Jamaican food, being the thoughtful girlfriend I am and you're taking your sweet ass time answering the phone." I sassed her.

"Excuse me? Hold on." She said deeply. "I suggest you check your tone with me, Megan. It is still my birthday and I don't want to curse you out on this good day. I'm busy. If you don't get your attitude together, that girlfriend title can be snatched quickly."

I smiled to myself, knowing I pissed her off a little bit.

"I'm just playing with you, Bey. But I was kinda serious too, lowkey." I laughed. "It is your birthday though and I shouldn't be playing with you like that, so I do apologize."

"You just like to work my nerves. Ever since we became official last night and you asked me to be your girlfriend, you've been off the wall. The ring you gave me can be given back to you, baby." She said sweetly.

"Don't do that." I told her. "It's not an engagement ring, but I spent a lot of time and money on that shit. We're tied together, because of that ring." I admitted.

"Whateva you say. Now what is it that you wanted to discuss with me?" She asked.

"I wanted to see if you wanted some Jamaican food. I'm about to order something and of course I wanted to see what you would like."

"Hm.....I don't know...I'm kinda in the mood for Italian." She said excitedly.

"We had Italian last night for your birthday dinner babe."

"And?" She replied.

"Nevamind. How about I order you something separately?" I asked her.

"Perfect. Give me a few minutes to think of what I want. You already know the place. I'll text you in a few minutes." She said happily.

"Alright, bye Bey."

"Thank you, baby, bye."

She ended the call and I went ahead and ordered my food, as well as extra for Beyoncé, because despite her saying she's in the mood for Italian, she's gonna be eating off of my food and I don't feel like arguing with her or dealing with her attitude over some food. Hopefully she'll be satisfied with what I order her.

*

Once Bey made it home with Honour, I took over and helped her with Honour, while she went to unwind and get in the shower. I played with Honour on Bey's bed as we both waited for her. Holding her little hands, I helped her balance, standing up on the bed as she did that little baby bounce. 

"You're gonna be walking soon ma ma. You have so much energy." I laughed at her as she smiled at me. She started bending her little knees and trying to bounce on the bed faster. 

After a few minutes, I decided to sit her a few feet away from me just to see if she would walk towards me. She sat on the bed, looking at me and I encouraged her to walk over to me by holding out my hands and calling out to her. 

"C'mon Honour, walk to me." I cooed to her.

She looked down at the bed and carefully struggled to stand up. She fell a couple of times, but when she finally got a good stance, she shakily tried to walk over to me. 

"C'mon on, baby." I motioned my hands to her. 

She slowly walked over to me and when I was able to grab her, I swooped her up in my arms with excitement.

"I'm so proud of you! You're getting sooo big, baby!" 

I cradled her in my arms as she laughed and I kissed all over her face.

"What are you doing with my baby?" I heard Bey laugh.

I looked up and seen Beyoncé walking over towards her bed and I put Honour down on the mattress. "She walked Bey! Look, look!" I slid her a little bit closer to Bey on the other side of the bed and encouraged Honour to walk.

"You got my baby walking already, Megan?" Bey smiled at me. 

"Yes, I do." I stated proudly, holding my head up high.

"Come to mommy, baby." Bey said, motioning her hands out to Honour. I helped her by standing her up and giving her a good stance to begin with. 

"Go to mommy, Honour." I called out to her.

Bey and I both watched as Honour took shaky steps towards Bey and ended up falling a couple of times, but got right back up. When she finally made it about three feet away from Bey, she ran her last little steps and Bey caught her before she could fall again and swooped her up into her arms.

"You did it, baby!" Bey said excitedly. "I'm so proud of you, my baby can walk!" She said holding Honour up in the air, making her laugh.

Bey put her back down on the bed and leaned over, placing her hands on the mattress. "You are such a good daddy, Megan."

"Oh? I'm the daddy? You calling me a man now?" I joked with her.

"No!" She laughed. "You know what I mean." She smirked at me. 

"I know." I said, getting on my knees and leaning more into her. "I'm your daddy too, aren't I?" I asked her.

"Hmmm....." She said in deep thought, holding her chin up in the air. "I don't know...I think I've proven I'm your daddy."

"Giselle, now you know." 

She started laughing and I leaned closer into her face and kissed her. "Stop playing with me. I'm your daddy right?"

"Yes baby." She laughed before kissing me once more. 

"Exactly!" I smiled.

"Oh, hush!"

I looked down to see Honour reaching up to me and I grabbed her. She grabbed onto my face and leaned into me, trying to kiss my face.

"Oh, look what you're teaching my baby!" Bey exclaimed. "If she ends up being gay, we know this exact moment is the reason why!" Bey cackled.

"Quiet, Bey!" I laughed. "Thank you, Honour." I cooed. "Show your mommy love, because your other mommy don't be showing me no typa love." I pouted at her. 

She looked at me and squeezed my cheeks in her hands and I smiled.

"You lie to my child so much, Megan, it's ridiculous." Bey commented.

I chuckled and she grabbed Honour from me. "I'm about to give her a bath, do you want to help me or get our food ready and warmed up?"

"I can get the food ready. I'll be back soon." I told her, climbing off of her bed. I can't wait to get this food in my stomach, then have Bey for my dessert. 

*

I sucked on her one last time, making sure I cleaned up everything and made my way up to her face.

"Oh...shiiiiit, Megannnnn." Bey moaned out, pushing a hand in her now wild hair. 

I laughed and tried to kiss her and she pushed me away from her. "Don't touch me. I'm gonna cum again if you do anything to me. Give me a few minutes, shit." She sighed, rubbing on her stomach. 

I smiled and eyed her. "Your stomach muscles still tense?" 

"Yes." She nodded. "Dammit, baby. My legs are still shaking too." She whined. "Tell me how you learned to eat pussy so damn good. I need to know. And if you ever eat someone else's pussy like you eat mine, I swear, I'm fighting you and that bitch." She claimed.

I laughed and laid down fully beside her. "I just...do what I know I like done to me, Bey. I've had a couple of good eaters in my past and the things they did to really get me there will always be etched into my mind. I'm a woman who likes to be pleased, so I please you with what I like done to me. I've also watched some things and picked up a few pointers." I explained.

"Good to know...." She trailed off. "I've watched some things too, a lot of things, and I don't know...I don't feel I give the eater level you give, baby."

I scoffed. "You might want to change your way of thinking, because you are a damn good eater, Bey. You've really taken the time to learn what I like. I didn't even have to guide you in the beginning, like I did with other people. You naturally have the talent. If we're being honest...you're my number one."

"Really!?" She said excitedly, causing me to laugh.

"Yes, Bey. But don't get cocky and try to throw that shit in my face later on down the line."

"Can't make any promises baby." She laughed.

I rolled my eyes and she turned over on her side and rested her body against mine. 

"Did you enjoy your birthday, Bey?" I asked her.

"Yes, baby. It was perfect. Thank you so much, for everything." She kissed my neck and I rubbed on her lower back.

"You're welcome."

It fell to a calm silence and I thought Bey was about to go to sleep, but she shifted and sat up some against me.

"Yes?" I eyed her. 

"You inspire me so much." She smiled at me.

"How do I inspire you?" I said jokingly as if I didn't believe her. 

"I've been writing a lot of music, because of you. Expressing how I feel about you and our relationship."

"Oh really?" I asked in a shocking manner. "Lemme see." I grinned.

She rolled her eyes playfully and I watched her get off of the bed and disappear somewhere. When she came back to the bed, she had an elegant nice sized journal in her hand. Climbing up on the bed, she laid back down on me and opened up the journal. 

"I've written some songs called Flaws And All, Deja Vu, Suga Mama and Check On It." She spoke, flipping through multiple pages. 

"Oh really?" I said, taking the journal out of her hand. I flipped the pages back until I found Flaws and All and started reading through the lyrics. "You've been working working.." I mumbled. 

"That's right, baby."

I smiled at the masterpiece Bey created, knowing it was about me and our relationship. It made me think about all of the ups and downs we've been through and how both of us have our flaws, but we still love each other despite them. 

Then suddenly, I was reminded of that student coming at her. With some of Bey's flaws, I just know something is bound to happen between Bey and that student. I don't know what, but I can feel it. She's too nice and forgiving, which is how I was able to hook her and reel her into me. All those false threats she gave me when I was trying seduce her went nowhere and now we're here. I can only imagine the shit that could take place with this student and Bey, because she's too damn nice. 

I put her journal down for a moment and stared at her.

"Megan?"

"I love you, despite your flaws." I started. "But one flaw that really irritates me is how nice you can be..." I spoke lowly.

She frowned in confusion and was about to say something, but I stopped her. 

"With me, that situation with your husband when you went to go check on him, now with this student. Did you handle her yet?" I asked.

"I spoke with her. I told her that when we interact it is to be professional and it is not to be taken in any other manner."

"Is she going to be a problem Beyoncé? I'm telling you now, if that bitch doesn't understand what you told her, tell me now, and I will see to it that she understands."

"Megan." She spoke, grabbing my face. "It's you and I. You know who I want and what it is....I mean, it seemed like she understood what I was saying, but if not, don't worry about anything, she will get checked."

"The same way you checked me?" I asked her. "Your checking me led to me eating you out on the top of your piano downstairs. It led to me fingering you in your office, it led to us having sex every chance we got, Beyoncé."

"Dammit, Megan." She sighed, shaking her head. She slightly pushed my face and sat up, moving off of me. "It's like you want to punish me for not being able to resist you. You're mad that I gave into you and allowed all of this to happen, yet you still want me. It's either you accept how our relationship came about and you want to be with me or you don't Megan. I'm sick of you throwing this back in my face, when you're the one who came at me. You seduced me and you're mad, because I finally gave into you and let all of this transpire. If I didn't, we wouldn't be here right now, Megan. I wouldn't be getting a divorce, we wouldn't have a relationship, you wouldn't even be laying here right now."

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest. 

"Do you want this relationship or not, Megan?" She asked me.

"You know I want this relationship, Bey! I've been trying to have all of you like the way I want and it's finally happening—."

"Yet you're trying to push me away! You got me. You have me, Megan. Stop worrying about other people." She said, getting out of her bed.

"I can't when I know these people are going to be in your face every other day, trying to flirt and seduce you, Beyoncé!"

She started laughing and shook her head. "Why can't you trust me? You've waited so long for me, for us to get here and you can't even trust me to be strong enough to resist someone else. Why would I jeopardize our relationship, Megan? After everything we've gone through? Know what, never mind, don't even answer that. Forget it." She waved her hand at me.

"Who is 'Deja Vu' about?" I asked her. I picked up her journal and flipped through the pages until I found the song title. I threw the journal towards her. "Read some of the lyrics." I demanded of her.

She sighed and snatched the journal off of the bed and started reciting some of the lyrics. 

"I'm seeing things that I know can't be, am I dreaming?

When I saw you walkin' past me, almost called your name

Got a better glimpse and then I looked away

Feels like I'm losin' it 

You know that I can't get over you

'Cause everything I see is you

And I don't want no substitute

Baby, I swear it's Déjà Vu

You know that I can't get over you

'Cause everything I see is you

And I don't want no substitute

Baby, I swear it's Déjà Vu." Beyoncé sung

"Now who is this song about? Once you tell me that, then you'll have the answers to your questions."

"Whatever, Megan. I wrote that song about you—."

"Not about that student and experiencing the similar situation you and I were in? You don't want a substitute, Beyoncé? It's clear you're hinting at that student." I questioned. "Didn't you say she resembles me the other day after I blew your damn back out Bey?" I spoke. "Do you remember all that pillow talkin' you were doin' wit me that night?" I asked. "'When I saw you walkin' past me, almost called your name, Got a better glimpse and then I looked away, Feels like I'm losin' it'" I repeated her lyrics.

Beyoncé stayed quiet and I laughed. "Exactly."

"Whatever. You're blowing this way out of proportion. You can front all you want to, but you know exactly who that song is about, Megan. But continue with your assumptions, due to your paranoia and insecurities." She shook her head at me and walked away, going who knows where. 

I don't think this is going to work out in my favor. I'm going to end up losing her the same way I got her, which is by cheating. Maybe I'll finally get my karma for Trent and ruining his marriage with Bey.

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One Month Later

Beyoncé Knowles

I took a selfie before leaving my room and wandering down the hallway in search for Megan. It's been a month since my birthday and though that night ended on a rocky note, Megan and I are working through our issues. I've convinced her to go to therapy, finally, to get her emotions and slight insecurities under control. I believe Megan thinks I'm going to end up leaving her like her parents and grandmother did, but I could never do something like that to her, especially not over a student I barely know. 

Yes, Victoria and I have amazing chemistry, especially musically, and she's a very attractive and talented student, but my mind isn't focused on any of that. I only want to help Victoria, that is it, that is all. And a couple of weeks ago, we had our first one on one, after she asked me. I made sure that it was strictly professional and it actually occurred on Campus, in the studio I use for my Production classes. Victoria behaved well and kept her hands to herself. Of course I noticed her wandering eyes, but I'm honestly so used to that in general, that it no longer bothers me. 

One week later, I held another session in my lecture hall after I completed all of my classes and this morning she emailed me about setting up another session to work on Protools, which is what I was more than willing to do. Victoria really seems eager and it excites me to teach her even more. 

Going to Honour's room to check on her and to see if Megan was in there, I approached my baby's door and opened it. I saw no sign of Megan and walked further into the room anyway. Going over to Honour's crib, I seen her still sleeping peacefully on her back and I smiled, gently rubbing her cheek. 

Watching her for a minute or so, I decided to leave her alone and left out of her room, closing the door behind me. Making my way closer to my stairs, I heard notes playing from my piano and I frowned. Making my way downstairs, I went into my front living room, near my foyer, where I had my piano placed. Walking in, I seen Megan struggling some with some notes as she sat on my piano bench.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I made my way over to her.

She smiled at me and removed her hands from the keys and tapped her open notebook that was sitting on the top of the piano.

"I'm trying to get this beat for a song I had in mind. What's up sexy?"

"Oh really?" I smiled, sitting down next to her on my bench. I grabbed her notebook and read through the lyrics she already had written down. "And nothing, I just wanted to check on you." I mumbled, scanning through the lyrics. "You disappeared on me while I was doing my skincare routine in the bathroom."

"I'm sorry, baby." She kissed my cheek and stroked her hand against my hair, playing with it. I shifted my eyes over to her with a smirk and she smiled at me. "Don't change this color, Bey, for a while. I'm so serious."

"You like 613 Beyoncé, baby?" I asked her sweetly.

"I sure do. It's just something about it. I love this platinum blonde on you. And it triggers something in me when I'm grabbing onto it during sex. I can't describe it, but there's a switch within myself and within you."

"Hmmm." I smiled. "Maybe you should dye your hair this color, so you can be my twin." I whispered, leaning into her face.

"Shit, maybe I will..." She replied. "I want to let my natural hair breathe for a little bit, though."

I giggled and nodded and looked down at my piano before looking back at her. "What made you come down here and play my baby?" I asked. 

"I kept hearing this beat in my head, Bey. It goes something like.." She trailed off before she started pressing down on the piano keys.

I nodded my head as she fumbled in the beginning, but then found her groove and started to play smoothly. 

"That's really good, Megan. I like that." I complimented her. 

"Thank you...I wanted Ju to you know, work his magic and add the synthesizers and bass and all of that production to it." She explained. 

"Of course." I spoke, looking at her. "You need to work on the beginning though, baby. Let me help." I pulled out my phone and decided to record, so when Megan does link up with Ju, he can have the blueprint of how Megan wants this to sound and how it should sound. "Play it again for me." I asked. 

She took a deep breath and started playing the notes for what she had in mind. I watched her fingers closely, looking at what keys she was pressing and started memorizing the notes she was playing. I briefly closed my eyes, allowing my mind to really soak in what she created. 

The song is in E major.

E, F, G are the notes being played.

"Start over and play it again for me." I asked of her once more.

She started once again and I finally caught on to what specific key she was fumbling with before flowing smoothly into the beat.

I started nodding my head with my eyes still closed, concentrating. 

E four times. F four times. G three times. F five times.

Once I felt I had it down pat, I opened my eyes and told Megan to stop before having her slide over some. Moving more into the spot she was sitting in, so I could play the keys comfortably, I taught her what she was doing wrong and why she was fumbling in the very beginning of the song. She took note and I had her practice on it to get it right before going into the song fully. Once I did a run through of it once, Megan had me play it again, but this time decided to rap the lyrics over it to see how good it would sound. 

Starting for my second time, Megan rapped along with me. 

"Big-ass chain 'round my neck so these niggas know I'm rich and I don't need shit but the dick

Big-ass stack in this purse so these niggas know I'm workin', I'm holdin' this Glock in my Birkin

Niggas gotta hold that L tryna come for my pen, I'm really finna make another M

Now, tell me how the fuck I'm in the wrong if I don't want the nigga and he still ain't fuckin' with the bitch

I be workin', I make moves in silence

Hoes might never like me and I'm fine with it

Nasty, I'm a real nigga fantasy

I'll drop dead 'fore a broke nigga handle me

D'USSÉ, this rich bitch energy

Y'all lil' hoеs still drinkin' that Hennessy

Messy, and I'm sick of y'all tryin' it

Bitch got rеceipts, but ain't never finna buy shit 

Sorry, hoes hate me 'cause I'm the it girl

I ain't never asked to be the shit, girl

Don't call me "sis", 'cause I'm not your sister

You really need to come and get your mister

Seein' all my opps linked up in a picture

Everybody look busted, injured

Stalkin' my page, bitch probably wanna scissor

All in her mouth like I kissed her." She rapped, which made me bust out laughing.

"Bey stoppp!" Megan laughed with me, ceasing her rapping.

"I'm sorry." I giggled, stopping my piano playing and covering my mouth to try to hide my laughter. "You're so funny, Megan."

Megan started laughing harder, because she knows she says some funny, out of pocket shit, especially in her raps. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Continue." I said, trying to quiet down my laughter and started playing the piano again.

"Okay." She chuckled some before starting to rap again. 

"Bad bitches run in my pack, gang shit

Cartier frames, spot a bitch on some lame shit

Broke niggas all in my way, clear 'em

Chains ain't makin' no noise? They ain't big enough

Wildin', on a boat on an island

When I throw it back, bet I make him throw the towel in

I got a nigga, but I don't need one

He fuck up, Imma have my fun

Teacup, I can fit a bitch in my purse

Which one of y'all wanna go first?

Spicy, ain't a bitch out built like me

I run shit, probably how I got a deal with Nike

Beefin'? You just mad we ain't speakin'

And I'm the one that put the roof where you sleepin'

Phony, I don't need no new homies

I'm the reason all of my opps ain't homeless

Ah!" She rapped.

I stopped playing the piano and clapped for her. "That was really good, Megan. You really slid all over that, honestly." I stated, proud of her. 

"Thank you, baby. It's perfect now with your help." She grinned. "You know...this kinda reminds me of that first piano lesson you gave me."

I laughed and nodded my head. "It does..."

"Maybe we can reenact that piano lesson. We already got the learning down...now all I need to do is handle that pussy." She whispered seductively. 

I felt my clit throb from her words and I snapped my head in the other direction, so I wouldn't look at her. 

"C'mere baby." Megan said, grabbing me roughly and forcing me into her lap. 

"Megan." I whispered.

"What?" She raised her eyebrow.

I turned my head back and grabbed my phone that was laying on top of the piano and stopped the video I was recording. 

"About to have Ju watching a sex tape." I waved my phone in her face.

She laughed and stood up, placing me down on the piano keys, making me play notes when my ass landed on them. 

"Get up here." Megan said, lifting me up and placing me on the top of the piano. Spreading my legs open, I was ready for Megan. She leaned into my face and kissed me and before we could really get things going, my phone started going off. I sighed and reached over for my phone, fumbling for it. Grabbing ahold of it, I held it up and answered. 

"Hello?" I asked, pushing the phone to my ear while Megan started kissing on my neck. 

"Beyoncé, I wanted to talk to you about when I get Honour for my week coming up in a few days. I was hoping to get her a day or two early." Trent spoke.

"Can we talk about this later? I'm a little tied up right now." I said, grabbing onto the back of Megan's neck. 

"I would like to talk about this now, but it can wait if you're busy."

"Perfect. I'll talk to you in the morning." I spoke.

"Aight. Thanks again Bey...for allowing me to contact you directly again."

"You're welcome, have a good night, Trent."

"Good night, Bey."

I ended the call and dropped my phone back onto the piano when Megan pulled away from my neck and stared at me skeptically.

"What?" I asked her.

"That was Trent?"

"Yes. Now let's finish." I smiled, wrapping my legs around her waist. I tried to lean into her lips but she stopped me.

Raising her hand up in between our faces, she leaned her head back. "So he can call you directly now? When did this happen?" She asked me.

"A few days ago, Megan." I shrugged it off. "It's not a big deal, baby. We talked. We came to an agreement, and our lawyers are moving forward. I'm trying to be cordial and mature about this situation." I explained.

"So he can pop up whenever he wants to now?" She asked me.

"No, no." I sighed. "Megan, please. Not tonight, baby. We're having a great night. Don't overthink this. I lifted a couple of forms of contact for Trent, that's it. He's still not allowed to come here, though. The divorce is almost over baby, please trust me and let me handle this the correct way." I pleaded with her.

"Fine." Megan mumbled.

"Okay baby? You're gonna fuck me right?" I smiled, pulling her closer to me by her top. Forcing her into me, I leaned into her face and captured her lips. Kissing on her for a few seconds and slipping my tongue into her mouth, Megan stopped her subtle resistance and started gripping on my body. I just know she's about to take her frustrations out on me on this piano and I can't wait. 

*

Two Days Later

I walked Victoria to my office after she met me in my lecture hall after I finished all of my classes for today. Letting her walk into my office first, I followed behind her and cracked the door slightly.

"Okay." I said excitedly as I made my way over to my desk. "Get comfortable, set your bag down and pull up one of those chairs behind my desk." I instructed, pointing to one of the chairs seated in front of my desk. 

Victoria did as I said as I went behind my desk and got organized. I placed my bag, folder and keys down on the desk and took off my sunglasses. Pulling out my chair, I sat down and slid the hood of my shirt off of my head and briefly fixed my hair, making sure nothing was out of place, by rubbing my hands down over it.

"You have an amazing sense of style, Ms. Knowles." Victoria said, pulling up the chair beside me. 

I smiled over at her and thanked her, pulling my chair up closer to my desk. I went into my bag and pulled out my Macbook. 

"So this lesson.." I started, opening the laptop and putting in my password. "Is all about Protools, like I discussed with you in the email. I'm going to show you some things today and then if you really like it and want to learn more, we can set up another session and focus on Protools again."

"Okay, Ms. Knowles." She replied. 

Once I was logged in, I went to my applications music app for Protools to show Victoria. I turned and slid my Macbook closer to Victoria and went through the basics with her, which she already seemed familiar with. I then moved on to things a little bit harder. Like creating a beat and then editing it line by line. I then moved on to vocals. I had her record a few thirty second clips of her singing different verses and riffing different notes; and then showed her how to really perfect her use of Protools by editing line by line and taking certain notes from different areas of the different recordings and mixing them together to create the perfect verse. 

She was catching on extremely fast. It came naturally to her and eventually, I let her take over and play around with the application to get her more comfortable. We both ended up singing and playing around and actually creating magic. 

"You're really talented, Victoria." I praised her.

"So are you, Ms. Knowles." She grinned at me.

"Thank you. I'm so in love with music, you know? Only a few people understand me and you're one of those people that just get it and match me creatively and sonically." I smiled.

"I feel the same way..we could really make some magic together. Magic, more than just musically..."

I stared at her, stuck for a moment and cleared my throat. Closing my Macbook, avoiding eye contact with her, I knew this was and had to be the end of this session. 

"Stop." She spoke, grabbing my face and making me look at her. "Stop avoiding eye contact with me when I'm being upfront and honest."

I closed my eyes briefly, trying not to get sucked into those light brown orbs. She looks so much like Megan. A beautiful young lady, but I can't, I just can't. 

"I have to...." I mumbled. "I can't...we can't." Whispering so low, I don't even know if she could hear me. 

I tried to move my face away from her hand and before I knew it, I felt her soft lips on mine. I opened my eyes in shock and tried to speak, but she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I almost folded. 

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Megan is gonna beat both of our asses!

Ooo, this girl is such a good kisser.

No, Beyoncé, no!

I pushed Victoria back and immediately wiped my lips and stood up.

"Get out, Victoria." I pointed to my door.

"Ms. Knowles, I'm s—."

"Get out." I gritted, staring at her. 

Her face changed as she noticed the cold, dark look in my eyes. 

"I—."

"Don't speak, just get out. And know that I cannot continue to have these sessions with you anymore. You ruined it."

She took a deep breath and gathered her things. "I'm sorry, I was caught up in the moment..."

I turned my head away from her, trying to ignore her presence and the uneasiness I felt in my stomach as well as the slight throb I felt in between my legs. 

That girl almost had me, I must admit, but no matter how hard she comes and no matter what she does, she could never be Megan or make me fold the way I did for Megan. I could never love or be with anyone else the way I am with Megan. 

I don't know how the hell I'm going to tell her about this.

*

Megan Pete

I got up to use the bathroom, drained and sore after Beyoncé pounced on me as soon as she came home and we fucked like a crazy couple during ovulation, when they're trying for a baby. Thank God, Trent ended up taking Honour one night earlier for his week to have her.

I don't know what got into her, but I could tell that she was trying to release all the pent up energy she had and was trying to distract herself from something. 

Looking in the mirror at myself, I ran my hand through my messy curly hair, then noticed a bright red bite mark from Beyoncé on my neck. 

"Damn, Bey." I mumbled to myself. I know she loves the overly aggressive shit I was doing to her, but damn. I sure was tearing that ass up though, because I'm still not over her having the audacity to answer a call from Trent when we were about to have sex two days ago. I tore her ass up on her piano that night, but I felt like I needed to get my lick back even more tonight and remind her that I am the Daddy of this here relationship. 

It's going to take me a little bit longer to get over this Trent situation, because Bey never told me that she was going to lift any forms of contact for Trent. Just being sneaky for no reason. Then she wonders why I don't and can't fully trust her.

I left the bathroom, turning off the light and went back into Beyoncé's main bedroom. I climbed back into the bed and before I could lay down fully and comfortably, I heard Bey moan out a name that wasn't mine. I looked at her, trying to figure out who the hell she was dreaming about. There were so many thoughts running though my mind. Was she cheating on me? Is this just some random ass dream about a random person? 

I took a few deep breaths, trying not to get myself worked up. It was probably just a slip up and Bey probably doesn't even know what she's saying right now. I can just ask her about it in the morning, right? 

Yeah, in the morning when she wakes up. 

Don't act crazy, Megan. You're making such amazing progress in therapy when it comes to handling your emotions. 

I took one last deep breath before laying down and cuddling up behind Bey.

"Victoriaaaa." She moaned out again.

Dats it.

I sat up and mushed her as hard as I could in her face to wake her up. 

"What the hell!?" Beyoncé shot up from her sleep. "Did you just hit me in my face!?" She looked over at me.

"I didn't hit you. I mushed tha fuck outchu, because you keep moaning some bitches name in your sleep."

She opened her mouth, looking guilty and embarrassed as hell, but stayed quiet.

"What? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say Victoria got your tongue?"

Her eyes darted to the left and she avoided eye contact with me, closing her mouth and still staying silent. 

"Hello Giselle! I know you hear me fucking talking to your ass! Who tha fuck is Victoria!?" I yelled at her. 

She put her hand over her face and lowered her head. "My student."

"Your what?" I gritted.

"The student that...." She started, but didn't bother to continue, because she knew I was going to connect the dots.

"Was coming onto you? Trying to act like another me? I thought you said you handled that bitch?" I asked her.

"I did!" She claimed.

"So why tha fuck." I said, grabbing her face and making her look at me. "Are you moaning this bitches name? You fucked her? Is that what happened? You fucked this bitch on campus, Beyoncé!?" I said, starting to become irate. 

There were so many scenarios flashing through my mind. Did this Victoria fuck Beyoncé in her office? Or was it in the lecture hall? Or maybe the studio? Or was it Bey that fucked her? Did this student eat her out? Or was it just fingering? Or maybe they scissored on her damn desk. 

"No! I didn't have sex with her! I wouldn't do something like that to you, Megan! I....wouldn't cheat on you, baby...I mean, not intentionally." She admitted.

"What tha fuck does that mean!?" I yelled, pushing her face away from me. "What do you mean 'not intentionally'!? So you fucked her on accident!? She fingered you on accident!? Or did her tongue just so happen to end up in your mouth or on your pussy by accident!?" I ranted.

She looked at me, looking guilty as hell, so much so, that I felt sick. Her facial expression confirmed everything for me. She did cheat on me, after she promised that she would never do that to me. I was so hurt and pissed that I didn't even feel the tears rolling down my cheeks until Beyoncé wiped them from my face.

"Don't cry, baby. It's not what you think." She pleaded with me as her eyes glossed over with tears.

I slapped her hand away from me and got out of her bed.

"Megan, wait! Let me explain!" She yelled.

"Talk then." I spoke lowly, folding my arms over my chest as I stood at the side of her bed.

"I....it was only a learning session, Megan. This was the third one. She has never pulled anything like this before..." She explained.

"What did she do? Tell me." I demanded.

"I closed my Macbook, about to end the session, because the vibe shifted. I felt like she was hinting at something and was going to try something with me. The next thing I knew, she grabbed my face and kissed me."

I chuckled lowly and slowly got back onto the bed on my knees. Grabbing Bey's face roughly, I pulled her up to me and squinted my eyes at her.

"And you liked that shit, didn't you?" I asked her. "Did she stick her tongue in your mouth?"

She stayed silent and I squeezed her face harder, making her grab onto my wrist. 

"You better fucking answer me." I whispered. "Did she stick her tongue in your mouth?"

Beyoncé nodded vigorously and whined. I let her face go and got off of her bed.

"Megan!"

"I don't want to hear it, Beyoncé! You loved that shit! That kiss got you that bent out of shape, you up here moaning this bitches name!?" I yelled. "You didn't even tell me—wait." I laughed. "Is that why you jumped on me like that when you came home? You felt so fucking guilty, but instead of being honest and telling me that this student kissed you, you hid the shit and started having wet dreams about the bitch?" I shook my head in disgust. "You really came home and kissed me after that bitches tongue was all down your fucking throat? You trifling as fuck. This is your answer as to why I don't trust you, Beyoncé."

I turned away from her and went to go start packing my things. I'm done with Beyoncé, and I'm not just saying that. I'm serious this time. There's nothing she can do or say to make me forgive her or this. She's disrespectful as hell. 

"Wait, Megan! Don't leave!" I heard Beyoncé yell as I felt her following behind me.

Gathering some of my clothes I had hanging up in her closet, I threw my items into my suitcase when Bey grabbed my arm.

I snatched away from her and went to go grab some more of my clothes.

"Please, Megan! We can talk this out!" Bey pleaded with me. 

"You promised me, Bey." I shook my head. Throwing the items into my suitcase, I looked at her. "You promised me that you would never cheat on me. You're a liar." I gritted.

"I didn't ch—....she kissed me, Megan! I stopped it and set her straight. There's no more private learning sessions, baby! She's done!" She argued.

"Why didn't you tell me then!?" I asked, stepping closer to her. "Huh? You hid this from me and didn't even plan on telling me."

"I was scared." She broke down. "I didn't want to lose you! I didn't want you doing what you're doing now!"

"Ridiculous." I scoffed, going to gather more of my things. 

Beyoncé followed me everywhere I went to get my things and pack them. She begged me to stay and kept trying to plead her case, but I wasn't even listening. I was too focused on trying not to forget anything here, so I wouldn't have to come back and face her. 

Once I had everything from her bathroom, her closets, and even her dressers, I zipped up my large and small suitcase as well as my two duffel bags. 

"Baby, you don't have to do this. I didn't think she was going to kiss me!" She tried to argue.

Gathering my bags in my hand, I looked at her before heading towards her bedroom doors. 

"Fuck you, Beyoncé. And I mean that shit, forreal this time."

"Megan!" She yelled. "Baby, don't leave, I'm begging you, please!" 

She grabbed onto my arm and I pulled away from her. "Fuck you, bitch." I said calmly before walking out of her room with my luggage.

"Bitch!? Are you serious right now, Megan!?" She ranted. "I'm a bitch now!?"

"Yeah, as soon as you did that grimy ass shit then gonna come home and kiss me and fuck me, knowing you had that hoe on your mind." I spoke, walking down her hallway. 

"It wasn't like that, Megan! You're acting like I was imagining myself fucking her while I was fucking you and that's not what it was, baby!"

"Whateva." I mumbled, going down her stairs. 

She started screaming and crying for me all while I ignored her, trying to swallow the hard lump in my throat. I wanted to cry so bad, scream and yell until my voice gives out, but Beyoncé isn't worth it. I refuse to let her see how bad she's broken me.

Heading downstairs, I called Farris to get a car to pick me up as soon as possible from Bey's house.

Once I got to her front door, I opened it and walked out into the brisk night air only with the skimpy pajamas I had on and my belongings. Walking through Bey's driveway to get to her main street, I heard her yelling for me and I continued to walk.

Soon enough, I heard her foot steps, running up behind me and I shook my head. 

I might end up laying hands on this woman. 

"Megan!" I heard her yell before I felt her yank at my arm.

I dropped my things and swung on her, barely missing her by maybe a centimeter. She's so fucking lucky I decided to be nice and purposely miss hitting her ass.

She stood there stunned and I shook my head and started picking up my duffle bags.

"You're gonna swing on me? Me, Megan?"

"Beyoncé, get the fuck outta my face! You bring your ass out here, trying to cause a scene, when I said in the house that I'm done with your cheating ass! Leave me the fuck alone!" I grabbed the handles of my suitcases and started continuing on my journey.

"Megan, baby—."

"Fuck you, bitch, on God." I said angrily as I looked back at her briefly.

She shook her head and I could see her physically breaking. "So that's really what I am to you now, Megan? This is how you speak to me, knowing all the shit I'm going through and went through with Trent!? You want to verbally abuse me like this!?"

"Take your ass back in the house! I'm leaving your property, so leave me the fuck alone, Beyoncé!" I said as I stopped walking.

"I can't believe you, Megan! This is how you do me!? I ruined my marriage for you and you act like this towards me!?"

"I don't care, Beyoncé! I don't want to hear this shit! If you're that hurt, go back to his ass and stop the divorce! I'm done! I'm serious this time!" I told her.

I turned around and started walking away from her again. Is this bitch serious? How I'm doing her when she let a student kiss her, then gonna come home and fuck me, knowing that student had her tongue down her throat? Beyoncé is crazy as hell. She's wrong as fuck and foul as hell. She's not going to make me feel bad for reacting like this.

"But I love you! What do you expect me to do without you, Megan!?" She called out to me.

I stopped walking and lowered my head. It does pain me to do this to Bey, treat her like trash, how Trent did her, but how she hurt me trumps how she's feeling. Myself and my happiness comes first. 

"Pick up the pieces and move on. Exactly what I'm going to do." With that, I walked away and heard Bey drop to the ground, screaming, begging and crying for me. 

Don't fold, Megan, don't fold. 

I sighed, trying to hold back my tears, but I just wasn't strong enough. Finally breaking, I wiped my tears as they flowed freely down my face, blurring my vision as I walked to Beyoncé's main street. I have to get away from here. My car will just have to find me and pick me up while I'm walking down this dark ass street.

While walking, I suddenly had a thought. I quickly called Farris to cancel the car that he had coming for me. I have a vehicle that I can use to get around, a brand new Mercedes Truck to be exact. No way Beyoncé is going to cheat on me after I bought her that fucking truck. She can keep all of her other gifts, but that truck is coming with me. Shit, maybe I can even get that expensive ass ring back. I can return that shit or pawn it and get some of my money back. 

I started walking back down the street to Bey's mansion only seeing red in my path.

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Beyoncé Knowles

After watching Megan turn out of my driveway in the Mercedes G-Class Truck, I knew we were done for good. Not to mention, she took the ring she gave me, back. I don't understand how the hell I got here. I really thought I had everything figured out. Victoria was fine in those other sessions, I don't know why she would wait until the third session to try to kiss me. I really don't get it. 

I wiped my face of my tears, but they kept rolling down my face as I continued to cry uncontrollably. I really just lost my soulmate. My one and only. My other half. 

Making my way back inside my mansion, I cried all the way upstairs and went straight to my bathroom to start my shower so I could have a good crying, therapy session. 

Immersing myself in my sorrows and tears, I was in the shower for at least an hour, crying my heart out. I need to distract myself from Megan and get rid of this depressing attitude. 

Cleaning myself up, I finally got out of the shower and decided to get dressed. I know just the place to go and be distracted.

*

I stood anxiously waiting for the door to open after ringing the doorbell a few times. Considering the time of night, or I should say early morning, it was, I knew it would take a while for him to come to the door. 

When he finally did and opened his front door while rubbing his eyes sleepily, I barged into his place and slammed the door behind me.

"Beyoncé." He spoke as I pushed him towards his living room. "Bey, what are you doing here?" He asked me.

I stayed silent and put my finger on his lips to keep him quiet until I got to his living room and pushed him down onto one of his couches. 

He frowned at me as I took off my trench coat, dropping it to the floor, and sat down on his lap. Pulling at the hem of his shirt, he grabbed my hands and stopped me.

"Aye, man, what the hell?" He said. "What is wrong with you? What are you doing?"

"I need you." I spoke lowly.

He scoffed and laughed. "You need me? Now you need me, when we're going through a divorce, Beyoncé?"

I sighed and stared at him.

"What happened? You don't have your side nigga or girlfriend riding tonight?" Trent asked me.

I rolled my eyes and looked down, trying not to breakdown, thinking about Megan. 

"Look at me, Beyoncé." Trent spoke, grabbing my chin and raising my head up. "What's wrong?" He asked me.

"I need some dick, that's what's wrong with me. Now shut up." I leaned into him and kissed him aggressively while trying to get his shirt off. As I already knew, it only took seconds for Trent to fold for me and allow me to take his shirt off as he gripped and squeezed all over my body. 

Throwing his shirt onto the floor, I pushed him back against the couch fully and stared at him as my hand dug into his pajama pants, grabbing what I came here for. 

"Are you sure about this Bey?" He spoke.

"No strings attached. No feelings, just fucking. Can you handle that?" I asked.

He nodded and I pulled his dick out, satisfied that he was already hard. I will always be Trent's weakness. 

I slowly raised up in his lap, hovering over him and he pulled and ripped on my stockings before moving the fabric of my lingerie bodysuit corset in between my thighs to help him gain access. Maneuvering himself to line up with me and pushing up inside me, I dug my nails into his shoulders and slowly lowered myself down fully onto his shaft. 

"Oh...fuck." I heard him mumble, quickly throwing his head back. 

"You're clean right?" I mumbled.

He breathed heavily and nodded. "Yeah, you know I don't go raw in anybody but you."

I laughed lowly, starting to bounce slowly on him and encouraged him to look at me. Running my right hand along his neck, he raised his head up and looked me in my eyes, making my heart flutter. The intense stare he gave me was definitely making me feel some type of way. I felt wanted, desired, craved for. Everything that I needed to feel better and not think about how Megan abandoned me a couple of hours ago. 

"I missed you." I moaned, leaning into his neck and kissing on it. 

He moaned out my name, making me smile and gripped my ass harder. "I missed you more, Bey, seriously."

I placed one last kiss to his neck and looked up at him with a slight smirk. I slowly halted my bouncing and circled my hips at moderate pace. 

"I love you so much, Bey." Trent moaned out to me.

"I love you too, I always will...you know that, I've told you that..." I whispered, grabbing his face. 

He kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth and I moaned, starting to thrust my hips into him. This is what I need. 

Trent grabbed my hips and started bouncing me on top of him as I continued to thrust my hips at him. I accidentally bit his tongue and pulled away from him. 

"Trent...damn baby." I moaned out as he kept hitting my spot. 

"Shit, you so fuckin' tight and wet, Bey. Fuck!" He said, bouncing me faster. 

I whined and forced both of my hands onto his shoulders to steady me for this fierce ride. I threw my head back, moaning non-stop when Trent started fucking me faster and harder to the point I could barely keep up with him. 

"Aahh, fuck, I'm about to cum, shiiiiittttt!" He moaned out.

"Not yet, Trent!" I complained.

"I can't hold it, fuck!" He yelled as I felt him cum inside of me. 

I forced my head into his neck and rested my forehead against it. "Mmm, baby. Quick nutting ass." I chuckled. 

"Shit, it's not funny. You know how yo pussy is. You caught me off guard, coming here unannounced and jumping on me like that." He mumbled. "I was anxious and overly excited. And not having a condom doesn't help. Wet, warm ass pussy. And it's tight as fuck."

I laughed and raised my head up, rubbing on his goatee. "I guess this means you're done, huh?" I asked him. 

"Gimme a few minutes. I gotchu." He replied.

I slowly got off of him and he grabbed my waist and forced me into him. "What are you doing Trent?" I asked, running my left hand in his hair. 

"I wanna eat it. C'mon. You know imma be ready after thirty seconds."

I smiled and grabbed his face. "You gonna lick your cum out too, baby?" I smiled brightly. "You like being a nasty nigga for me, don't you?" I asked.

"Shut up." He said, yanking me closer to him and encouraging me to stand up on the couch, so I could sit on his neck. I can only hope sex with Trent can make this pain I have in my heart go away. 

*

I stood at Honour's crib in her room and watched her sleep. Staring at her face, I couldn't help but to smile and think about Megan. Maybe she was right. As Honour gets older, I see a slight resemblance to Megan. Maybe it's because she's been around her so much or maybe it's because I'm missing Megan so bad, but there are features that I'm starting to really take notice to that they do share. The head shape and face structure as of right now, even Honour's nose is starting to slightly take on the same shape as Megan's. It's scary as hell. I can't imagine what Honour will look like at two or three years old, but it looks like she might resemble Megan a lot more than we both thought. 

Thinking for a few more minutes, I felt the tears starting and rolling down my face. I really can't believe we're over. Completely done over a stupid ass kiss. A kiss Victoria initiated. I didn't think anything like this would happen. 

Suddenly, Honour started crying and I seen her look at me with her arms stretching out to me. 

"You felt mommy's presence and sadness, huh?" I whispered, picking her up from her crib. I cradled her in my arms and she started to quiet down as she stared at my face. Wiping my tears away, I kissed her forehead and started to sing to her to help her go back to sleep. 

"Diamonds used to be coal

Look young 'cause they got soul

That's why they're beautiful

And my heart used to be cold

'Til your hands laid on my soul

Baby, and that's why you're beautiful." I sung.

I repeated the lyrics over and over, until Honour went back to sleep and once her eyes closed, I laid her back down in her crib. 

I had so many thoughts running through my mind. I really miss Megan so much. There's so much I want to say. I think I'm going to cancel my classes for today and just take the time to use music as therapy and at least try to get her to talk to me. 

Deciding to leave Honour to sleep peacefully without my sadden energy hovering over her, I left her room and went back into Trent's bedroom. Climbing onto his bed, he shifted some and I laid down next to him, with my thoughts consumed about Megan. Putting my hands over my face, I broke down and tried to stay as quiet as possible, but soon I felt Trent's hands grab my waist. 

"What's wrong Bey?" He asked me sleepily. 

I stayed silent, crying and grieving the very person I chose over him. I felt him pull at my hands and remove them from my face.

"Why are you crying, Bey?" He asked me.

"I'm sorry....I'm sorry for hurting you, Trent. I end up hurting everyone I love and losing them..." I mumbled through my tears.

"What happened, Bey? Is it the person you're seeing? Did something happen?" He asked.

"It's nothing. Just hold me." I spoke.

"Bey, you sh—."

"Just hold me Trent, please." I pleaded with him.

He sighed and pulled me on top of him and wrapped his arms tightly around my back. I laid my head on his chest and cried all the tears that I could cry. 

I don't know what I'm going to do now that Megan is out of my life.

*

I placed the pill on my tongue and opened my Fiji water bottle and downed the water along with the pill. After taking a few extra sips of water to make sure the pill went down my throat completely, I stared at the Plan B box and shook my head. 

Something told me to stop and pick up the emergency contraceptive after I left Trent's place this morning, especially since we had sex again when we both woke up and took a shower together. He really has no pull out game whatsoever. Didn't even try. Just kept busting inside of me like it was nothing. I should be fine, since I'm not ovulating, but I wanted to take the Plan B just in case and to clear my conscience. 

I stood, thinking for a few minutes about what I did last night with Trent and I really hope he doesn't catch feelings or think that I'm going to start having sex with him on a regular. Last night, I was desperate and I needed to feel loved and Trent gave me just that, but that still doesn't change anything or this divorce that's taking place. 

I went upstairs to my bedroom and headed directly into my office to email my students about today's class cancellations. It is Friday and after the night I had, there's no way I would be able to focus and teach. 

Good Morning All,

I hope you all are having a great start on this glorious Friday, but I am writing you all to inform you that all of my Monday, Wednesday and Friday scheduled classes will be cancelled for today, Friday, October 6th ONLY. Meaning, Music Production I, II, and Music Fundamentals I will not resume until Monday, October 9th.

Music Production I: 

M, W, F: 9:45am-10:55am

CANCELLED

Music Production II: 

M, W, F: 11:30am-12:40pm

CANCELLED

Music Fundamentals I: 

M, W, F: 2:25pm-3:35pm

CANCELLED

My Music Fundamentals II class please ignore this email, you are not affected by this, since you are on a Tuesday/Thursday schedule. As usual, class will resume Tuesday, October 10th.

As for Music Production I and II and Music Fundamentals I, I will upload a PowerPoint, in relation to each individual class, to Blackboard, as well as a quiz that reviews the material in the PowerPoints. The quizzes will close on Monday October 9th at 11:59pm and be worth a quiz AND participation grade, so please do it. If anyone has any questions, please email me, seeing as though I will not be on Campus today and I will not be available for Office Hours. 

Have a good day,

Professor Knowles

Once I sent the chain email out to all of my students in my classes, I closed my Macbook and left my office, ready to start my therapy with songwriting. I went downstairs and went straight to my living room with my piano. 

I sat down at my piano, thinking of how I wanted to word these lyrics I had in my head. Grabbing my notebook, I read the first verse I had and the chorus and put my head in my hand. 

If I begged and if I cried

Would it change the sky tonight?

Would it give me some light?

Should I wait for you to call?

Is there any hope at all?

Are you driftin' by?

When I think about it

I know that I was never there or even cared

The more I think about it

The less that I was able to share with you

I try to reach you, I can almost feel you

You're nearly here and then

You disappear (Disappear, disappear, disappear)

You disappear (Disappear, disappear, disappear)

Thinking for at least thirty minutes, I felt I had an idea for the second verse and picked up my pen.

And when I lie all by myself

I see your face, I hear your voice

My heart stays faithful

And time has come and time has passed

If it's good, it's got to last

It feels so right

Rewriting the chorus, I felt like I was in the zone and the bridge ended up hitting me like a ton of bricks.

I missed all the signs, one at a time

You were ready

What did I know? Starting our lives

Now my love, I'm ready to show

After writing the last lyric, I slammed my notebook closed and stood up from my piano and rubbed my forehead as I paced back and forth in my living room. 

I need to talk to Megan.

I grabbed my phone off of my piano and called her. Hearing the phone ring, ring, ring, I ended up getting her voicemail.

"You've reached Megan—."

I sighed and hung up the phone, calling her a few more times and getting the same results. I decided to text her and tell her how sorry I was and how I desperately needed to speak with her and explain everything. 

While waiting for her to text me back, I went ahead and started on the song I created in my mind last night while I cried on Trent's chest, which was about him and Megan, both. 

Stop scannin' my brain, stop scannin' my brain

You think about me

Scannin' my brain, stop scannin' my brain

Think about me, you think about me

I'm scannin' your brain, I'm scannin' your brain, yeah

Why you think about me?

We are never the same, no, no

I handled them hoes, I handle them broads, oh

You know how we go, when you on top you know how we go

Smokin' that Natalie, smokin' that Natalie, smokin' that Natalie

Why is you mad at me? Why you so mad at me?

Send 'em all after me

They cannot capture me, they cannot get me

You cannot get me

You pretendin' you with me

When you in this bitch tryna get me, I know

You never been with me, you are against me

You would not get me

You better off just comin' with me, you know

I'm scannin' your brain, I'm scannin' your brain

Do you think about me? You think about me? Think about we

Stop scannin' my brain, stop scannin' my brain

If you thinkin' about we, we scannin' your brain, brain

Stop scannin' my brain, stop scannin' my brain

If you think about me, if you thinkin' 'bout me, you think about we

Stop scannin' my, I know you scannin', stop scannin' my

You thinkin' 'bout me, ha, you thinkin' 'bout we

Scannin' your brain, I'm scannin' your brain, he scannin' your brain

Thinkin' 'bout, you thinkin' 'bout me? You thinkin' about me

Scannin' my brain, scannin' my brain

Pardon my mood, I don't wanna hug you, yeah, yeah

We makin' these moves, makin' these moves

Boy, you know I love you, uh, yeah

I suffocate you, I suffocate you, I know what I live for—

I stopped writing and threw my pen down on the piano and stared at my notebook, not knowing how to finish the song. I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone to see if Megan texted me back yet, but looking at my lockscreen I saw no notifications from her. 

I don't know how I'm going to get her to talk to me.

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Two Weeks Later

Beyoncé Knowles

I sat at my desk in my lecture hall, going through my student's assignments from my Music Fundamentals class, that were due on Blackboard. When an email notification popped up, I quickly went to my email to check it. Clicking on the most recent email, I noticed it was from an Academic Advisor on campus. Reading through the email, I sat stunned and leaned back in my chair, speechless. 

She is not playing. She's serious about cutting me out of her life. I started to stress even more, thinking about Megan and I's situation. I can't believe this is happening to us. All the trials and tribulations we've gone through, all the time, the pain that I've caused to her and the people around me and it was all for nothing. 

Thinking for a few minutes, I decided to gather my things and head over to Kelly's lecture room. When I approached the room, I noticed a few students straggling behind and waiting to speak to her. I took my time, walking down the steps of her lecture hall and waited quietly off to the side until she wrapped up her conversation with her last student. 

"B!" Kelly squealed, rushing over to me before the student could even leave the lecture hall.

"Kelly!" I gritted.

"I'm sorry, babe, but it's fine." She said excitedly, ignoring the student's presence as she embraced me in a tight hug. 

I laughed and hugged her back as she rocked me from side to side. When the student left the hall, Kelly finally pulled away from me and eyed me up and down with a huge smile on her face.

"You look good, B. Tapping more into your southern roots Ms. Cowgirl?" She asked me.

I rolled my eyes playfully and nodded my head. "I'm nearing the section of one of my courses where I focus on genres and the Black influence on each genre. You know Country and Rhythm & Blues are my favorite genres to discuss and go over."

"Mhm...." She smiled at me.

"Anyway." I laughed. "I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" She asked me.

"Well...about how your classes have been today." I said sweetly.

"Fine..." She said skeptically as she eyed me up and down suspiciously. "Unh unh...what's up B? I know you didn't come over here to ask me about my classes when you could've texted me that."

I sighed and stared at her. "I got an email....Megan..—."

"Hush." She shook her head. "Let me get my things real quick and we're going to go to my office."

I nodded my head and she went over to her desk to gather her laptop and bag. We walked together to her office and once she let me in, she closed the door and I sat down at one of the chairs in front of her desk. She walked over to her desk and put her things down before settling into her chair behind her desk and stared at me.

"Now, talk." She encouraged me.

"I received an email from an Academic Advisor while I was grading assignments..." I shook my head. "Kelly, she's done with me for good. The advisor said Megan no longer wants to take my class due to her inability to balance her 'career' and my demanding course, but I know the real reason why. It's already way past the deadline to withdraw from the course, so basically, she's going to get an Incomplete regardless and she has no problems with that. She hasn't shown up to my class and she hasn't completed any assignments since all of this went down. This girl is literally ruining her GPA to try to get away from me, Kelly. Who drops out of a class in the middle of the semester and risks getting an Incomplete for a course like that?" I stressed. "I don't know how to fix this." I rambled on. "She won't talk to me. She won't answer my calls, my messages..."

"Damn, B." Kelly spoke. "Look, you gotta make her talk to you. Pop up on her ass like you did before. Fly out to L.A. MAKE her talk to you. Explain to her that you didn't know Victoria was going to do that to you. But gotta accept responsibility too. Accept that you fucked up for allowing that girl to get close to you and feel comfortable enough to even pull that with you."

I sucked my teeth about to defend myself, but she shut me down. 

"No, you fucked up B and you need to accept that. I told you not to allow that student to get close to you with those lessons."

"Everything was innocent Kelly. I was just teaching her, that's all it was. She took advantage of that and it won't happen again. I guarantee that." I growled. 

Kelly sighed. "Stop putting that Creole voodoo on these men and women B, forreal."

"I don't—."

"No." She cut me off. "You be having people tweaking and spiraling over you. Trent turned crazy, you had Megan acting all types of crazy when she was trying to get at you, now a new student risked her education just for a kiss. I told you I need to see firsthand what that pussy is hittin' like." She eyed me up and down, biting on the corner of her lip.

"Shut up, Trene!" I laughed at her. "But that's not even the worst part of all of this, Kelly. My period is late." I blurted out.

Kelly started laughing and stood up from her chair, leaning over her desk. "Excuse me? Your period is what? How!?" 

I took a deep breath. "I've been messing with Trent from time to time..." I admitted.

"Shit, B!" Kelly yelled, slamming her hand down on her desk. "What were you thinking!? How do you think Megan is going to react when you show up and try to work things out with her and she finds out you're pregnant with Trent's child, AGAIN!? You did this to her again, B! What is the issue with using condoms, Beyoncé!?"

"I know, I know, Kelly. I was hurting, and he was there for me and gave me what I needed. But I always took a Plan B, and the last couple of times, we did use condoms."

"So what are you going to do?" She questioned me. 

"Nothing, right now. I don't even know if I am pregnant. It's only one day late. I'm going to wait a few days to see if it comes, then I'll take a test if I need to."

Kelly laughed and walked from behind her desk and stared down at me. "And if you are pregnant, what are you going to do?"

"Tuh, I'll worry about that IF I even get to that point." I mumbled to her. 

"Get it together, B. And try to talk to Megan..." She spoke.

"I know." I whispered. 

I really have to get my act together. I can't wallow in my heartbreak anymore, it's only creating more problems for me. 

I just need Megan to talk to me. 

* 

Megan Pete

I took a quick selfie before I left my home gym and walked back to the main area of my mansion. I heard the doorbell and immediately frowned, because I wasn't expecting any visitors and I doubt Farris was either. By the time I made it to the foyer, I heard a familiar voice and my heart almost dropped to my ass. What the hell is she doing here?

I slowly crept up to the wall that was placed right before you rounded the corner to get to the foyer and I listened in on the conversation. 

"Beyoncé, you know—."

"Hear me out, Farris." Beyoncé begged him. "You know how much I love Megan. I know it might not seem like it, but I really do and I never meant to hurt her. I didn't cheat on her, Farris. You have to believe me. Just let me talk to her."

I heard Farris sigh and I prayed he would lie to Beyoncé for me. "I can't, besides, Megan isn't even here." He lied.

I let out a slight relieved breath and cautiously peeked around the corner. Damn, Beyoncé is still so goddamn fine. Makes me hate her even more for ruining us. 

I licked my lips, eyeing her up and down in her brown sheer lace catsuit. I should be in between those thighs right now. Fine ass bitch gets on my damn nerves. 

"So she's not here, Farris? Really?" Bey questioned as if she didn't believe him.

"Nah." Farris shook his head. 

"Megan!" Beyoncé yelled out. "Let me talk to you baby!" 

I ducked back behind the wall and heard Farris tell her once again that I wasn't here. 

"Farris, please. I just need to explain everything to her." Beyoncé pleaded. "She's not answering my calls or texts and she stopped showing up for my class. Let me talk to her, please. Please, Farris."

"She's not here, Beyoncé. Try back later or tomorrow." He spoke.

I heard her sigh deeply and Farris assured her to leave and check back later for me.

"Can I just use the bathroom?" I heard her say.

"Aye, nah, where you going Bey? You know you can't. You shouldn't even be in Megan's house right now. If she knew you were here, she would be pissed the hell off."

"Farris...there's no need to grab me. Let me go and let me use the bathroom, please." She said.

"You know I can't, Bey, and you know why. If I even let you past this foyer, Megan is gonna cuss me smooth out. I'm already gonna have to hear her mouth for letting you through the damn doorway, but my ears are gonna be bleeding if I let you go any further and snoop around here."

"Farris, you know me. There's no need for you to act like this. C'mon now, let me go." Her accent started shining through and I prayed this situation wouldn't turn ugly, because the last thing I want to do is jump in to calm everything down and face Bey right now. "Farris, I'm being respectful, let me go. Now."

"Then you need to leave, Beyoncé. I'm being nice right now. I don't want to be in the middle of this shit, but you forced me to. Your actions caused this. Just leave and let Megan come to you when she's ready. If you don't want to do that, then at least leave now and wait until she comes back."

"Fine Farris, fine. You gonna let me go?" She asked him.

"Yeah. Don't start tripping on me either. I don't like this anymore than you do, but I'm in a tough spot right now. You know imma ride for Megan no matter what. Besides you, I was all she got and when that went to shit, I was the one here for her. I had to try to pick up the pieces, Bey. Respect that and understand that I have to look out for Megan, no matter what."

"I know Farris and I do understand that. I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. I just need to speak with Megan, please Farris. Tell her I stopped by, please? And try to persuade her to hear me out and explain myself and the situation that happened."

".....I'll see what I can do. You know Bey...with all the shit that's happened...and you know she's stubborn as hell."

"I know, I know, Farris. But I love her, you know that. I never wanted to hurt Megan. I'll take responsibility for the issues with my husband, but that student....I had no control over that. I need her to understand that."

"Aight, aight Bey. I'll try to talk to her, just come back another time, aight?"

"Okay, thank you, Farris."

I heard the door shut and I smiled as I popped into the foyer from around the corner.

"Thank you." I spoke, startling Farris.

"Shit, Megan!" He complained, grabbing his chest. "You scared the fuck outta me, girl. Can't be running up on me like that."

"Well, if you stay ready, you wouldn't have to get ready. Stop being so damn scary." I laughed. "You know I heard everything, right?"

"You did?" He questioned me.

"Yes." I nodded my head. "Thank you for lying for me, Farris. I can't face Bey right now, it's too soon." 

"I know." He said, walking towards me. "Look, like you heard me tell her, imma always ride for you. Your mama wanted me to protect you from any and everything like she did. I gotchu, but eventually you're gonna have to hear her out, Meg. She can't be constantly popping up here like this, so you gotta talk to her."

"I know." I mumbled. "Just not right now. It's too fresh." I shook my head. "....You know I loved that bitch like no other Farris, you know that. And she just kept hurting me, over and over and over again. I tried to move past the shit with her husband, because I played a major role in that. I knew what it was and I seduced her and made myself the other woman, but that student? I warned that bitch, Farris. She's sneaky as hell and nasty as fuck. Gonna let that lil hoe tongue kiss her and then come home and kiss me and fuck me like a damn maniac. The sex was so damn good and freaky that it pissed me off even more. How you gonna give me good ass sex like that with another bitch on your mind? Trifling ass hoe." I felt my eyes water as I stared off into space.

"It's aight, man." I heard Farris say. 

Before I knew it, I was breaking down once again over my damn Professor, Beyoncé Knowles. This bitch makes me feels so crazy and twisted, I swear. Every day I've been having mental break downs over her. 

I've never had a lover make me so vulnerable and weak like this. She really broke me down to the point that I feel like nothing without her. And even though she's done all this foul shit to me, I still love her deep down inside.

I felt Farris pull me into an embrace and I cried harder.

"It's okay, Meg. No matter how this shit goes and pans out, you know you're gonna be good. I gotchu."

I cried even harder than I was before and I honestly don't know how I'm going to be able to cope over the loss of Beyoncé. I just want to drown in my sorrows. I can't keep dealing with my emotions and grieving the very people who promised they would be there for me and never leave me. 

I'm sick of everyone lying to me and walking out on me like this. I don't deserve this shit. I don't know how many more tests God is going to put me through to prove my strength and make me stronger, but I am at my breaking point and I'm TIRED.

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Ten Months Later

Megan Pete

"Should've let them lock yo ass up! Pussy!" I yelled into the studio microphone. 

I seen the engineer nod his head and I took my headphones off.

After I broke things off with Bey, I really spiraled. Grieving her and our relationship on top of still grieving and not being healed from the loss of my parents and grandmother, I was on one and everything went downhill. I grouped up with people who I thought were my genuine friends, who were yes men and only using me for their benefit. 

They watched me go on a downward spiral and encouraged me to spiral even more and drown myself in alcohol. Cliquing up with the wrong people, always drinking, depressed, not loving myself and my body as I should have, I allowed people who didn't deserve it or me to come into my space and use me and my body. 

I ended up dating Bagg for a little while, officially, and when that didn't work, I ended up fucking niggas that I shouldn't have, which led to the situation I'm in now. But I won't be silenced or kept down in the mud with the rest of these niggas. I will prevail when it's all said and done. 

"That was really good, Meg." My recording engineer, Source, complimented me.

"Thank you." I smiled, getting up from the chair inside of the booth. 

After being shot last month over a petty ass argument with Tory Lanez, someone I was cool and just kicking it with, I have been humiliated, harassed and made out to be a joke in the media. Not only has Tory been harassing me and lying about shooting me, him and his label are trying to spin the narrative and make this situation out to be something that it's not. I was going to stay silent and let the shit go away once TMZ blasted the footage of me being shot, but the way Tory and his label have been trying to discredit me and harass me, I have to speak up. My label, 1501, is even joining in to try to keep me down, but I won't let it happen. These niggas aren't going to break me. It's me versus everyone right now and I will make sure I come out on top.

Leaving out of the studio, I had Source play the rough cut of what I just recorded while Farris chilled and listened in on the couch in the studio. Once I felt my verses were perfect, and the producer, Buddah Bless, and the assistant mixing engineers promised they were going to work on the song around the clock and send it to me once it was complete, I left the studio.

Leaving the studio with Farris, we got into my Suburban that was waiting for me. Sliding into the backseat next to Farris, I quickly posted a picture I took while I was in the studio, for my fans and immediately turned my phone off. I can't deal with all the social media trolls and negative press circulating about me online, so I've limited my social media use and try to keep my phone off as much as I am able to, since I'm in such high demand right now. I'm being booked left and right for performances and festivals, especially after this incident of being shot and harassed, and because of my major collaboration with Cardi B. 

"You know you're not supposed to turn your phone off, Meg." Farris scorned me.

"Just for a few minutes, Farris. Please. I need to decompress. Just posting a simple picture, all I seen were hate comments and disrespectful ass shit I'm being tagged in. Please."

"Aight." He said quietly. "How you feeling though? I know music is like therapy for you."

"I feel alright. Speaking on it in my music, reliving everything, gets me kinda anxious, but it has to be said. I can't keep harboring these emotions and letting these muthafuckas think they're getting to me."

"I know.." Farris said lowly. "Have you heard from you know who?" He asked.

"You know I haven't, because I blocked her ass when she kept calling me after I got shot, Farris." I replied bitterly. 

I hate when he brings Beyoncé up. She's my past and I'm trying to move forward, but her name is always being brought up by him. It's like I can't escape her even after all this time. 

"Megan...I know she hurt you, but you need her and she needs you, especially right now. With everything you've gone through with getting shot, you need all the support you can get. She did some foul things, but she loves you. She's like your guardian angel in the flesh man. You can't see it, but if you were still with that woman, this would've never happened. You spiraled, Meg and you're still spiraling even though you don't think so. Your coping skills man...if you would just talk to her, everything would get so much better."

"I don't want to hear it, Farris."

He sighed and stayed silent, leaving me alone. 

I miss Beyoncé and I know he's right, but I can't bring myself to do it. If she would've never hurt me how she did, I wouldn't have spiraled out of control. She was my peace, she kept me grounded and anchored me. She helped me make the right decisions and she was always there for me. To go from having a person like that in my life after all the losses I've had to losing her and cutting her out completely and having no one, but Farris, changed how I viewed the world. I was grieving four different people all at the same time while dealing with my career, my label issues with 1501, people using me, depression and I acted out by constantly getting drunk and having sex with people who didn't deserve me.

But after all the bullshit I've been through, I just want to focus on my craft and be left the fuck alone, especially by Beyoncé. 

Arriving back to my mansion, I decided to take a relaxing bath to unwind and write while doing so, while Farris went to do his own thing on the other side of the house. After about an hour or so, I felt more at ease and peaceful and got dressed. Feeling better and a little confident today, I decided to take a few pictures of myself and make a quick post on Instagram. 

Smiling briefly at the picture after I posted it, the likes and comments started rolling in and I immediately became anxious. Exiting off of the app before I could see all the targeted hate comments, I offloaded the app, so I wouldn't receive any notifications or even be tempted to get onto the app. 

Locking my phone, I left my bathroom and decided to go venture off for some food downstairs. When I approached the foyer to get to the kitchen, I heard Beyoncé's voice. 

What the fuck is she doing here?

"Where is she?" I heard her ask.

"Look Bey, she's upstairs relaxing right now. Maybe now isn't a good time for this." I heard Farris say.

"You told me to come here, Farris. You said she needed me. You said that she needed to talk to me. Do you want her to be depressed like this or do you want me to help her?" Bey spoke.

I can't believe Farris went behind my back and contacted Beyoncé. They're both going to get cussed out. 

I went into the Foyer just as Farris was about to respond to Bey, and once she made eye contact with me, Farris noticed me.

"Megan." He said.

"So this is what we doin' Farris? Goin' behind my back, nigga? Why tha fuck would you tell her to come here!?" I yelled at him. 

"Megan—."

"No! You know I don't want to see her!" I ranted.

"But you need to, baby. I just want to talk to you and help you." Beyoncé spoke up.

"Bitch, first of all, I'm not your damn baby. It's been ten months, Beyoncé. If you haven't gotten the hint that I want nothing to do with you, then clearly you aren't qualified enough to help me with anything, if you can't pick up on such a straightforward signal, such as that." I argued.

She chuckled and slowly walked over towards me. "I'm going to give you a pass, because of what you're going through and our rocky history. It's been a while and I know your hatred for me is still brewing, but I'm not going to be too many more bitches, okay?" She spoke.

"Beyoncé, get the fuck outta here." I waved my hand at her. "I have nothing to say to you."

"You might not have anything to say to me, but I have a lot to say to you. For months, I've been trying to talk to you and apologize, just listen to me, please." She pleaded.

"Just go talk to her, Meg. Stop being so damn stubborn. You need someone else to talk to, I can only do so much. Just hear her out." Farris encouraged me. 

I looked back and forth between the both of them for about ten seconds before rolling my eyes. "Fuck you, nigga." I pointed at Farris. 

"Meg, don't be like that, it's for the best." He said.

I waved him off and walked away from the both of them, going back upstairs, so Beyoncé could talk to me and explain whatever she's been wanting to say to me. I felt her trailing behind me and once I made it to my bedroom, I waited for her to enter before shutting the door behind her. 

"Talk." I spoke, making my way over to the front of my couch that was placed in front of my bed. 

"For starters, I want to know how you're doing. I tried to contact you when you got shot, but I couldn't get through."

"Yeah, I blocked you." I said nonchalantly. "But I'm alright, I guess. I'm as good as I can be in dealing with a situation like this."

"I know....you know, when I found out what happened to you, I was so scared. And not being able to get in contact with you, made me lose it and took me to a dark place, Megan. Thank God, Farris kept me updated about your well being as much as possible. He really loves you Megan and only wants the best for you. It's hurting him to see you like this and that's why he reached out to me."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Regardless, Farris knows how I feel about Beyoncé and knew that I wouldn't want to talk to her, so for him to go behind my back is foul as hell. I don't care.

"It's been ten months, Megan. Don't you think we need to talk or have some type of closure?" She questioned me. I noticed her slowly walking towards me and I backed up. 

"Don't get too close, I'm liable to do anything. Especially with the bullshit you've put me through on top of my mental state right now, I might swing on you." I warned her. 

"I get that, Megan, but Jesus Christ!" She threw her arms up. "I'm sorry! How many times do I have to keep saying that to you!? You know I love you! Can you let me explain, please!?" She yelled.

I laughed at her. "You don't have to keep telling me you're sorry, because I know you are. You're a sorry ass bitch and I wish I never met you." I gritted.

"You don't mean that, Megan." She shook her head.

"Oh, I don't?" I laughed bitterly. "Bitch, you lucky I didn't beat yo ass when I saw you."

Her face turned stone cold as she started walking towards me once again. "Now, I understand you're upset and you're harboring a lot of emotions with everything you've gone through these past few years, but I'm not going to keep giving you passes for calling me out of my name. Yell, curse me out, cry, release any hurt and pain you have towards me and I will take that shit to the chin with no problem, but do NOT keep calling me out of my name. You get one more pass, Megan, and after that I'm going to get you together and not in a way you would like." She spoke deeply as she approached me. 

Our faces were only centimeters apart and I frowned at her. I know damn well she don't feel no type of way after all the shit she put me through. She's lucky I've only called her a bitch, because I could call her a lot more.

"You mad, Beyoncé?" I smirked at her. "You should be happy I've only called you a bitch, bitch. I could've called you a trifling ass hoe that loves to groom teenagers who are barely out of high school."

She grimaced at me while I held a smile on my face. Before I knew it, I felt my left cheek stinging and I looked at her in shock.

"Don't you ever let something like that fall out of your mouth again! How dare you disrespect me like that!? I groomed you, Megan!? Really!?" She yelled in my face. 

I pushed her so hard that she felt to the floor and I dropped down on top of her. Wrapping my right hand around her throat, I started choking her as hard as I could, not caring if I was hurting her. 

"You gonna hit me, bitch!? After all the bullshit you did to me, you're going to hit me and act like you're hurt!? Fuck you, Beyoncé! Maybe I wasn't clear when I first broke up with you that night, but fuck you, you dirty ass hoe!"

"M-Meg...." Beyoncé struggled to say my name as she clawed at my wrist. 

I stared into her eyes, watching them water and turn bloodshot red. Feeling her legs starting to kick erratically and her desperately trying to fight me back, I wanted her to feel all the hatred I had for her. 

"You're lucky, Bey. If I was really a crazy ass bitch, I would crush your airway until you fucking pass out or worse." I gritted at her. "Even with everything I'm going through and the emotions I feel, I could never bring myself to harm you, no matter how many times you've hurt me and pierced my heart with daggers. I still love yo ass too much."

I let her throat go and got off of her as she went into a coughing fit. I turned my back to her and looked down at my hands, noticing that they were slightly shaking. I felt a strong migraine coming on and I knew what was probably going to come next. 

Soon enough, I felt Beyoncé grab me and turn me around to face her. "You're crazy as hell, Megan, you know that? It's sick how you make me feel, especially after the way you just choked me out. But I still love you anyway." She chuckled lowly.

"Shit, with everything that's happened to me, people should be happy I'm not crazier than I am now."

"Hey..." She spoke, grabbing my chin. "Look at me."

I kept my eyes looking straight down at the floor, so she wouldn't see the pained look in my eyes.

"Megan..." She whispered, forcing my chin upward, so I would look at her. "I'm so sorry baby, I really am."

I stared at her, feeling my eyes water.

"I got you." She whispered, before pulling me into an embrace.

I broke down as I felt that familiar comfort and love that I've been missing for these past ten months. Beyoncé is my safe haven and it feels good to be able to feel this feeling again. The feeling of love, security, and comfort. 

The harder I cried, the tighter she held me. 

"Wait!" I screamed through my tears as I pulled away from her. "No! I hate you, Bey! You were suppose to be there for me and you weren't! I called for you! I kept calling for you and you never came for me!"

"What? What are you talking about you called for me, Megan? I never got any phone calls from you, baby." She said, grabbing my face. 

"No, no, no, no!" I yelled, pushing her arms down to remove her hands from my face. "You left me! You weren't there for me! You said you would always be there for me, Bey! I called for you when I got shot! I begged for you and cried for you to hear my pleas and you didn't come to me! You didn't save me! I hate you!" 

"I know you do, baby, and I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry, baby, I swear I am. I tried so hard, but you wouldn't talk to me and I gave up on you, when I shouldn't have. Please forgive me, please."

I shook my head and pulled away from her. "I hate you, Bey! I hate you so much! I hate you! Just walk out of my life like everyone else!" I sobbed uncontrollably. 

I dropped to the floor so overwhelmed by emotion, no longer being able to stand up straight. Beyoncé still holding onto me at a short distance, got dragged to the floor along with me. 

"I tried to talk to you, Megan. I tried, I tried so hard, but you shut me out! Eventually, I gave up and wanted you to have your space. I thought you were better off without me, but I won't leave you ever again. You believe me?" She asked.

I shook my head and she grabbed my face. "Please Megan, learn to trust me."

"How can I!? Everything you did to me! You fucked me while you had that bitch on your mind the entire time! Fantasizing that I was her!"

"I didn't, Megan. I swear to you. I just...I felt so guilty. I had so much on my mind and I released all of my pent up energy out on you, but I was NOT thinking about that student while I was having sex with you. I would never do that. Believe me. Believe that if you don't believe anything else I say."

"I can't trust you." I mumbled through my tears.

"Let me prove to you that you can, baby. Please..." Her eyes were pleading with me. I want to give Bey another chance, I really do, but I know that once I let her back in, she's going to destroy me like she always does. She's going to control everything, especially me and once again, I'll be left vulnerable and prone to her breaking me down and lying to me as she always does. 

"No." I mumbled.

"Megan..." She stared at me. "Please...."

Staring into her eyes for more than five seconds, I got sucked in. Damn those hazel eyes. I hate the power she has over me. No one has ever had me wide open and weak like this in my life.

She leaned into me and hugged me as she whispered in my ear. "Please, baby. Forgive me."

I felt her kiss my ear and I groaned, accidentally grabbing onto her waist as a reflex and squeezing it. 

She's so sick how she sucks me in. Damn her fine ass. Damn that seductive, deep ass voice; damn her sex appeal; damn her hazel eyes; damn her big ass titties; damn her fat ass; damn her good ass pussy; damn her good ass tongue and damn her talented and manipulative ass! I'm tired of Beyoncé doing this to me!

"You know I love you..." She whispered deeply. "And you know I miss you. Stop playing these games, Megan. Let me be here for you, baby." I felt her kiss on my neck and I closed my eyes, completely letting go. I laid down flat on the floor and felt Beyoncé climb on top of me. 

"Forgive me." She growled, biting onto my bottom lip gently and pulling on it.

"I hate you so much, Bey." I whined through my tears. 

"I know." She replied before placing a kiss to my lips. When she pulled away, she stared at me with a slight smirk. Placing her elbows flat on the floor to hold herself up as she hovered over me with a deep arch, all I could do was think about how bad I needed her. 

"Now I know I told you before and you didn't believe me, but I really need you to keep an open mind and hear me out, Megan."

"Mhm." I mumbled, staring at her lips.

"I didn't cheat on you. That student—." She started, but I sighed and rolled my eyes. Grabbing onto her waist, I tried to push her away from me.

"Stop, Megan! Just listen to me!" She yelled, forcing her body against mine. Feeling her breasts, stomach and lower half pushed against me, really had me feeling things that I haven't felt since I last had sex with Beyoncé. 

I scowled at her as she stared into my eyes. "Stop it..." She placed a gentle kiss on my lips and leaned her face into my neck. "Now...that student came onto me, Megan. I had no idea she would do anything like that—that day. When the mood shifted, I tried to put my foot down and end the session, but she kissed me..." She said, kissing on my neck. "I didn't have sex with her, nothing else happened but that kiss. I swear." 

She raised her head up and pouted at me. "You believe me, baby? You should know I wouldn't cheat on you."

I smacked her ass as hard as I could and leaned my face by her ear. "But you liked that shit though." I gritted. "That bitch had you moaning in your sleep, having wet dreams about her. What does she have that I don't?"

"Nothing baby." Beyoncé whined. 

I don't believe her. I forced my face down to her neck and bit it as hard as I could.

"Ow! Shit! Megaann!" She screamed, slapping her hands down on my chest and pulling away from me. "Crazy ass! What the hell, Megan!?" She tried to get off of me, but I held her waist down and pulled her face towards mine. 

"Would you forgive me if I let a student come onto me, shared an intimate kiss with them, then went to your house, didn't tell you that a student kissed me, then fucked you like I never have before and THEN had a wet dream about the kiss I shared with that random student?" I asked her. "If the tables were turned, how would you feel Beyoncé? I know you would try to beat my ass, probably never talk to me again, ain't that right?" I asked her.

She remained silent and I slapped her ass as hard as I could once again and she screamed and hit me. 

"Stop! Heavy handed ass!" She complained.

"You want me to beat your ass don't chu?" I laughed. "Put your hands on me like that again, Beyoncé." I warned her.

She sighed and rested her head in the crook of my neck. "I'm sorry...and yes, I would've tried to beat your ass if the tables were turned. But Megan, you know me. Nothing else happened. I didn't think she was going to do that, baby, I promise. I was so scared to tell you, because I knew you would've assumed the worse and you wouldn't have wanted to hear me out, so I just didn't tell you. But I don't want her Megan, I want you. That kiss didn't mean shit to me, baby. You're the only one who can do me right and you're the only one I want to be with."

I looked up at the ceiling, staying silent in deep thought. I know Beyoncé doesn't want that student, because if she did, she wouldn't be here right now and she would've been boo'ed up with her. But I hate how sneaky Bey is and how she hides shit from me. I've warned her so many damn times about doing that shit. I can't trust her, so I don't know how we would ever be able to rekindle anything.

"You hear me, baby?" She whispered against my neck before kissing it. 

"Mhm." I mumbled. 

"Forgive me, Megan." She pleaded. 

"Did you sleep with her or do anything else with her?" I asked.

I felt Beyoncé move on top of me and in a few seconds, I seen her face hovering directly over mines. "How could you ask me something like that? I've told you no, already." She said frustratedly. "No, Megan, I didn't sleep with her. She was my student. You know the only exception to the rule, is you baby. After she came onto me and kissed me, I shut everything down. I was very strict on her and she realized that she couldn't control or manipulate me or the situation. She fell in line and stayed quiet for the rest of the semester. I haven't seen her since the fall semester of last year when I gave the students my final."

"So you never kissed her again and nothing else happened?" I wanted to verify.

"No, Megan. Nothing happened. Why do you keep asking me that?" She said with an obvious attitude as she sat up straight along my waistline.

I laughed and grabbed her hips. "I know you, Beyoncé. I've turned you into me. You're a nympho. You need sex. If you didn't get it from that student, you got it from somewhere, so who?"

She sucked her teeth and copped an attitude as she folded her arms over her chest. "Is that really necessary for you to know?"

"Yes." I laughed. "If you ain't got nothing to hide, tell me. It wasn't the student, right? So tell me who you've been sleeping with." I demanded. 

She rolled her neck and placed her hands down on the floor by my head. "How about you tell me who you've been sleeping with. You know there's rumors about the reason why you got shot..."

I frowned. "I didn't fuck Tory." I lied. 

She looked at me skeptically and I rolled my eyes. No matter what, I will take what Tory and I did to the grave. People just don't understand how embarrassed I am for letting some shit like that happen between us. I regret it every waking moment and I've even contemplated suicide, so I no longer have to think about him, what we did and this situation.

"Him and his label are definitely trying to paint a specific picture and they're turning this situation into more than it was." Which was the truth. 

Tory and I were never in a relationship. If anything, it was just sex. We were cool and good friends though, and I think that's why I became so vulnerable and allowed sexual things to take place between us. 

"So if you weren't having sex with him, who were you having sex with?" She questioned me.

"Look, Bey, this isn't about me, it's about you. I asked YOU about who you've been sleeping with. Stop trying to change the subject. You always do this shit, damn!" I yelled, starting to get frustrated. "You always shift the attention off of you and put it on me, so you can find some type of fault in me and then say we're on the same playing field and both guilty. Accept your responsibility and your shit, Beyoncé!"

"How don't I accept responsibility, Megan, when you're always blaming me and finding some type of fault in everything I do!? Even when I do tell you shit and I'm upfront, you still find a way to be mad at me and blame me!" She argued. 

"Whateva, fuck this and fuck you." I replied, pushing her off of me. 

"No!" Beyoncé yelled, grabbing me before I could stand up. "We're going to talk, not run away. I'm here to talk to you and help you with your emotions, Megan. I'm a hurdle you have to get over and I'm trying to help you with that."

I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes. 

"Where do we go from here then? What do you want to talk about? How are you going fix my suicidal thoughts, Beyoncé!? Huh!? What do you want to know about my mental state and my emotions!?" I screamed.

"Just start from the very beginning, baby...." She spoke lowly. 

*

Beyoncé and I have been talking for hours about everything, but mainly about the shooting and my emotions and mental health. I opened up fully and got raw with Bey and I know she appreciated that more than anything else. I told her things that I've never told anyone and would never tell anyone, not even Farris or a damn therapist. The fact that I felt comfortable enough with her to share my darkest thoughts with her  after all the bullshit we've been through is crazy to me. And even though I don't trust her in a romantic sense, she'll always be someone who I trust with my life and my most inner, deep personal thoughts. 

We laughed, cried and prayed together. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me, but of course I'm not cured fully and my depression isn't just going to disappear, because I talked to Bey about it. I still have a lot more work to do and she has encouraged me to get back into therapy and get better for myself. 

"So, you still in school?" Bey asked me as we laid in my California King. We decided to move from the floor only about an hour ago.

"Yeah." I mumbled. "I slowed down after the situation with you though. After I dropped your class, I didn't bother trying to enroll in another course. Then for the Spring semester, I decided to only take one class, once again, instead of more. After the shooting, I don't know if I want to resume for the Fall semester. I might take some time off." 

"Megan, you know I'll be here for you. Don't start taking breaks, because then you might not ever want to come back and finish your degree." Beyoncé stressed. "Even if it's one class, still go."

I laughed bitterly. "The way my GPA dropped..."

Beyoncé rubbed on the middle of my chest and pouted at me. "My class?"

I nodded my head. "Yup."

"I'm sorry, Megan. Look, I know why you dropped out of my class. Though I don't agree with you doing that, because I knew it was going to hurt your GPA, at least let me help you fix it. When this fall semester starts in a couple of weeks, only take my class, so we can focus on everything together. I'll give you one-on-one instruction and make sure you Ace everything."

I laughed. "One-on-one? We don't exactly have a good track record when it comes to one-on-one's, Beyoncé." 

"I'm serious, Megan." She turned my face more in her direction, so I was looking directly at her. "It's not going to be like before. No sex, no temptation, none of that."

"Actually...you owe me, so that might work. We're not in a relationship anyway and just because I heard you out and we've talked, doesn't mean I forgive you or want to get back with you."

"Fine, Megan." She scoffed. 

She got off of me and before she could get off my bed, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto me. "Stop being a baby." I laughed. "I'm just being real...but I do want you to stay with me though, I'm not ready for you to go yet."

She rolled her eyes with a smile. "That Yoncé Effect is still working on you. No matter how much you hate me, your love for me will always outweigh it." She boasted.

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes.

"There you go being disrespectful when you need me." She shook her head. I watched her pull away from me and I grabbed her once again before she could get off of me fully. Snatching her back down on top of me, I squinted my eyes at her. 

"You got one more time to pull away from me, Beyoncé. I don't want to, but I can fuck ya pretty ass up in a way I'm sure you would like." I laughed. "I know you remember what my dick can do."

Beyoncé smirked at me before placing a kiss to my lips. I pulled away from her and frowned. "I don't think I do, baby." She whispered. "You wanna show me what that dick can do?"

I stared at her and she forced her head in my neck. "Huh? You wanna show me daddy?"

Fuck. I was just playing with her ass and trying to exert my dominance, but she really might suck me in and get me to forgive her, because of that good ass pussy, when I know I shouldn't.

She sat up and started taking off her Linda Martell graphic tee and I bit my lip, trying not to moan. 

Say no, Megan! Tell this bitch, no!

Damn my Professor, Beyoncé Knowles!

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I sat in the middle of Kelly's bed with her and Michelle as we ate Kelly's home cooked spaghetti she made for us for our girl's night. It's been a while since we've all linked up and had a girl's night, and with me just coming back from L.A after visiting Megan, this girl's night was definitely needed. I need to catch up with my girls and tell them all of my tea.

"So what happened!?" Kelly asked excitedly as I took a pinch full of my spaghetti noodles and held it up in the air, slowly lowering the noodles into my mouth. 

"You are so childish, Bey." Michelle laughed. 

"She really is a lil kid at heart. So goofy and sweet." Kelly melted. "But I know if she gets any sauce on my white comforter, we gonna be fightin'."

I rolled my eyes at her as I finished up the last of the noodles that I was holding up in the air between my fingers. Once I finished chewing, I grabbed my dinner napkin to wipe my fingers of the sauce.

"Well...to answer Kelly's question...a lot happened. Megan had a mental breakdown..." I spoke, thinking back on how she reacted towards me, how vulnerable she was and how hard she cried. I've never seen her so broken in my life. This shooting has really transported her to a dark place, which is completely understandable. I just don't want her to stay in that dark place. I want her to find the light and see all the good in her life and climb out of that dark hole she's in. 

"We talked for hours though, y'all. I felt so much more in tuned with her. I felt like I knew her before, but now? There's nothing that I don't know about Megan. I know that girl like the back of my hand. Surprisingly, she was so raw and open with me.." I smiled to myself, still taken aback by how raw and vulnerable Megan was with me.

"That's amazing, Bey. What a blessing." Michelle commented.

"Thank you." I smiled at her.

"Bump that! That's cute and all, but we want to know the real tea. Did y'all fuck? That's the real question we need an answer to." Kelly spoke up. 

I laughed as I shook my head. Kelly really has no class and no filter whatsoever.

"You really ain't got no couth!" Michelle complained. "You can't handle a deep, meaningful conversation for more than a minute before you start going on about sex! The Devil is working overtime on your horny ass."

I busted out laughing as Kelly and Michelle started going back and forth. After a few minutes of letting them argue, I finally got them to calm down and we resumed the conversation.

"Anyway, lil Miss Jesus over there can act like she's not interested in you getting some, but we all know the real. So spill." Kelly smirked at me.

"Honestly...nothing happened." I admitted.

"Youse a lie!" Kelly yelled.

I shook my head and threw my hands up. "I'm serious. She turned me down. Cut me off. She would not bite, I tried. I even offered her head and she struggled with saying no to that, but she ended up declining. So, I held her all night long and we talked until we both fell asleep."

"You're lying." Kelly sat stunned.

Michelle grabbed my arm and I looked over at her. She stared into my eyes, trying to read me and she covered her mouth once she realized I was telling the truth.

"No, Kelly. She's not lying. Look into her eyes." Michelle whispered.

Kelly grabbed onto my arm and I snapped my head in her direction. She squinted her eyes at me for a while and when she knew I wasn't lying, she started freaking out.

"What the hell happened, B!? She was supposed to forgive you! You came back here empty handed! No woman, no sex, no relationship, no nothing!" She said frustratedly.

I laughed at her overdramatic ass. You would think she's the one involved in the relationship or fucking Megan and I the way she's reacting. Kelly really is a damn mess.

"It just wasn't the right time. Our conversation was so heavy. Intense. Emotional. It was very serious and though we had obvious sexual tension, she just wasn't in the right mindset. It didn't feel right. She needed me and the emotional and mental support more than she needed the physical and I would never be upset about that. I actually think we became stronger, because we didn't have sex while I was there."

"Oh my god." Kelly said dramatically. "This time is going to be different."

"What are you talking about, Kelly?" I laughed. "We aren't even together."

"YET." She stared deeply into my eyes. "Mark my words, it's going to be different this time around. Soul-ties. Twin Flames. I feel it. This go round is going to get very serious...."

Kelly really had me thinking deeply about what the hell she was talking about and what she meant. But IF Megan and I ever do get back together, I can only want and hope that everything will be different than before. I don't want to keep playing this breakup/makeup game with her. 

After a few minutes, the subject changed and I ended up telling my girls more about how Trent has been acting since the divorce has been finalized a few months ago and how he's been acting, especially after I told him about my pregnancy scare. Unfortunately, I got the nigga whipped off of my good shit, once again. He won't leave me alone and he really thought that we would get back together eventually. All of this only got worse when I had a second pregnancy scare only a few weeks after my first one. Now, he's begging me to give him another child and there's no way in hell I'm going to do that. 

I really thought everything was going to be okay and he understood what our situation was. In the beginning, he promised me that he knew we were only fucking with no strings attached, but somehow my pussy got him catching feelings again. 

I had no intentions on getting back with Trent or even trying to work on our awkward co-parenting situation. I just needed some dick after losing Megan and he was readily available to me at any given time, whenever I wanted it. After a few months of fucking him regularly, he wanted to give me a key to his condo, he wanted me to stay with him for days at a time and after sex, he always wanted to feed me and cuddle with me like we were more than what we were. 

Once I saw how he was confusing our arrangement, I had no choice but to cut him off. Then with our divorce right around the corner, he started acting crazy with me again and became psycho when I revealed my pregnancy scares to him. I had to cut him off officially until the divorce was finalized only a few months ago and he finally got the hint that we would never get back together. 

He has gotten a little better now. He still tries to argue with me and tries to have sex with me when I go to pick up Honour, but I honestly ignore him. He's going to go crazy once I really get back into the dating scene and he has to meet whoever I'm with. I can't wait for that get back. I can only hope it will be Megan.

Despite the drama with Trent, Honour has been so well and growing so fast! I get emotional just seeing her growth everyday. She's so smart and is really coming into her Queen, all about me, personality that she got from me. I can't wait for Megan to see her after all this time. She asked me about her when I was out in L.A and I could tell that she really missed her. 

When Megan stopped talking to me completely, not only did she cut me off, but she blocked Honour out too. I know that's not what she intended, but when someone in the relationship has a child and you all separate, it affects the child just as much as the adult. And though, Honour isn't old enough to articulate her feelings, I know she wonders where Megan is and misses her. I can only imagine how she's going to act once she sees Megan again for the first time after all these months. Especially now that Honour is walking perfectly now, I know she's going to follow Megan everywhere. 

Hopefully, Megan takes my advice and takes my class this upcoming semester, so I can help her get her GPA up. Then we can really work more on the foundation of our situation and the non-physical aspect, as well as Megan growing her bond again with Honour. It'll be a win for everyone.

*

Two Weeks Later

I stood in front of my podium as students entered the lecture hall for my Music Production II course. It's the first day of the Fall semester and I'm actually excited to see what this semester brings. Megan and I have been in contact here and there about her supposedly retaking this course. I don't know if she's going to show up or physically be present for this course, but regardless, I'm going to make sure Megan Ace's it.

I smiled and greeted the students as they entered and my heart nearly stopped when I seen Victoria come in. 

What the hell!? Oh shit, Megan is going to curse me out. 

Why the hell—!?

Think Bey, think.

I squinted my eyes at Victoria as she made her way through the row of seats and sat on the left side of the hall. 

I really hope Megan doesn't show up now. How am I going to be able to keep these two separated this entire semester and make sure they don't find out about each other and their misdeeds with me? 

I can't have Megan finding out that Victoria is the one who came onto me or she's going to stomp that girl out and get kicked out of school. Then that will lead to more questions being asked about why this happened and I'll end up getting fired for engaging in an inappropriate relationship with Megan in the first place. 

I cannot believe this is happening to me. I need to talk to Victoria and make sure she keeps her mouth shut. 

I waited a few more minutes for students to arrive and when I had a full class, I excused myself and told Victoria to follow me outside of the lecture hall. Closing the door behind us, I sighed deeply as I stared at her. 

"Why are you here, Victoria?" I asked her as I turned my body to stand directly in front of her. 

"Excuse me, Ms. Knowles?" She asked in a confused manner. "Why am I here? At college, taking your class?" She questioned.

"You know what I mean, Victoria." I gritted at her. "Out of all the classes to choose from, you pick my class. Now, we've already had a situation and you should be grateful that I was nice enough to forget about that little incident you pulled with me and allowed you to stay in my class, but I cannot and will not tolerate any bullshit from you again this semester. I don't have the patience. So if you plan on trying—."

"You can stop right there, Ms. Knowles." She laughed. "Trust me, I learned my lesson, and I understand that what I did was wrong and very disrespectful. I'm not taking your class to try to stir up anything or come onto you, I promise. I'm just here to get the necessary knowledge I need from you." She spoke.

I stared at her skeptically and slowly nodded my head. "Well, that's great, and that's your sole purpose of being here. To get the necessary knowledge for your career and the real world." I spoke. "I'm glad that is where your focus is now instead of indulging in temptation."

She laughed. "Yes, Ms. Knowles. Once again, I do apologize for—."

"Don't worry about it." I assured her with a smile. "One thing that I do ask of you, is to never utter a word about what happened that day." I whispered, inching closer to her.

"Of course. It will never be mentioned." She said lowly.

"Great!" I smiled brightly. "I'm glad we understand each other. Remember that your grade depends on what you do and what you say." I whispered as I leaned closer into her. 

She slowly nodded her head, picking up on my hint in regards to her saying anything to anyone about her kissing me and how I will destroy her and her grade.

As long as Megan never finds out that the Victoria in this class is the same Victoria that kissed me, that I had a dream about, that we broke up over; then all is well. But if she does connect the dots, everyone is going to feel Megan's wrath. 

*

I walked to my office after completing my first day, introductory class with my Music Production II students. I now have a little more time and freedom this semester, since I'm only teaching Music Fundamentals I,  Music Production II and a Vocal Coaching class that only meets twice a week. Because of this, I'll be able to focus and give more time to doing my one-on-one's with Megan, if she decides to. 

Approaching my office, I was surprised to see Megan's sexy ass standing at my door with a subtle smirk and seductive look on her face. 

Mmmm, she looks so damn good. Stay strong, Beyoncé. Stay strong. Do NOT have sex with her. 

Licking my lips, I walked up to my office door and greeted her. "Well hello, beautiful.." I eyed her up and down.

"Hey...Professor..." She spoke quietly as I noticed her undressing me with her eyes. 

I laughed lightly to myself and rushed to open up my office door before Megan and I get caught up in this hallway. Once I opened the door, I let Megan in first and walked in behind her. Closing and locking the door, I eyed her as she looked around my office. Slightly tilting my head to the left, I bit my lip, seeing how perfect her ass was sitting in her jeans. 

Stay strong, Bey. 

"Mmmm...you know you're wrong, Megan." I said, walking over to her and placing my things down on my desk. 

"What could you possibly mean?" She asked innocently as she turned around and smirked at me. 

"Just trifling." I shook my head with a laugh. "Now what can I help you with?"

"It's the first day of the semester. I felt bad for missing your class, so I wanted to speak with you. I had some issues with my private jet." She explained.

"No worries." I smiled brightly, thinking about Victoria being enrolled in my course. It's actually for the best if Megan never shows up for my class, so then she'll never meet Victoria. I can just teach her at my house and follow my lesson plan I'm already using. 

"I'll be present for the next class though." She assured me.

"Okay, actually, if you want to get a head start and you want me to start going over things with you, you can stop by my place tonight. Honour will be coming back tonight, anyway, so you'll be able to see how big your baby has grown and how much she looks like you." I cheesed.

"Awww!" Megan gushed, making her way behind my desk where I was standing. "I can't wait to see her, my precious baby." She pouted.

I laughed and she grabbed my waist and leaned down to my face. "You missed me?" She asked me.

"You could say that." I smiled up at her.

"Mhm...fine ass. You know how I feel about you in suits like this. You need to tone down that Daddyoncé energy in a professional environment like this. That's why you have students coming onto you and shit." She said harshly.

I laughed. "Why? We aren't together, remember? Isn't that what you said? Just because we talked doesn't mean you forgive me or we're in a relationship." I said, wrapping my hands up around her neck. 

"Quit fuckin' playin' wit me." She whispered before kissing me roughly. I moaned and forced her to the edge of my desk, making her to sit down on it. She gripped my waist tighter and pulled me in between her thighs as I rubbed on her exposed stomach. 

I felt Megan's hands make their way to my ass and squeeze it as hard as possible. I pulled away from her and let my hands roam inside her shirt, eventually letting them make their way up to her breasts. Megan licked on my neck as I fondled her beasts and squeezed them as hard as I could.

"Damn, baby." I heard her whisper. 

"You wet for me?" I asked her.

"Soaking, leaking, gushing." She replied quickly. 

I smiled and removed my hands from her body before placing them down on my desk. I leaned into her and kissed her lips gently. 

"What do you want me to do about that?" I whispered, brushing my lips against hers. 

"You need to get down and slurp all this shit up." She said deeply. 

I kissed her once again and ran my right hand upward along her stomach, letting my acrylics brush gently against her. 

What am I doing? This is going to turn into a never-ending cycle. Megan doesn't need sex from me, she needs stability, honesty and support. If we have sex now, it's going to ruin what we have going and affect our one-on-one sessions. 

I slowly pulled away from her and just stared at her.

"What are you doing?" She frowned.

"I can't...we can't." I mumbled.

"Oh hell no, Beyoncé. Are you serious? Please tell me you're joking. I'm literally soaking right now, I know you're not about to leave me hanging like this." She spoke angrily.

"I'm sorry, baby." I pouted, grabbing her face.

She immediately slapped my hands away from her and grabbed my right hand roughly.

"You can't be serious." She gritted. "You get me wet like this then you want to say no?"

She forced my hand inside of her jeans and what I felt had me so discombobulated. I threw my head back as my mouth flew open and I started hyperventilating lowly. I was trying to speak, but no words would come out. I don't think I've ever felt Megan wet like this before. 

"See? You can't leave me like this. Do something. Don't just cut me off like this, Beyoncé." She pleaded.

"I can'ttttt." I moaned out. "Shit." I cried, feeling my clit throbbing so hard, I knew I would end up cumming if I didn't remove my hand from Megan's wet ass pussy. 

"You gonna regret this shit." Megan gritted, pushing my hand out of her jeans. She pushed me back and stood up from my desk and walked to my office door.

"Megan!" I called out to her.

"I'll just see you lata, Professor." She rolled her eyes at me before opening my door and leaving out of my office, but not without slamming the door behind her. 

Shit. 

I looked down at my hand and groaned. Raising my hand up, I put my wet fingers to my lips and slowly slipped my middle and index finger into my mouth, tasting Megan.

Jesus, please help me resist Megan.  

*

Megan Pete

I sat on Beyoncé's couch in her second living room, staring at her as she went over her syllabus. This woman is too fucking fine, even in sweats and a damn hoodie. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to resist her. 

At least I'm not horny anymore though. I really wanted to smack fire to Beyoncé's ass earlier in her damn office for getting me all worked up like that. A bitch hasn't been wet like that in a long ass time. Maybe all of this is payback, because I didn't give up the pussy that night when Bey came to L.A to speak to me. Either way though, I got my nut, courtesy of my old fling, Caresha. I hit her up and she was actually on campus for a class and she ate me out right in an empty, abandoned classroom. The head was good too, but I know Beyoncé could've done better, but that's her loss. 

"Are you listening to me?" I heard Bey say.

"Mhm." I nodded my head quickly. "I pretty much know what your syllabus consists of anyway. This is the third time I'm taking one of your classes, Bey. You can just move onto the first lesson, so I can be ahead of everyone else and post on the discussion board early and study for the quiz you're planning to do next week." I grinned. 

"Smart ass." She mumbled with a smile on her face.

I shrugged my shoulders and laughed as she put her syllabus down on the couch next to her and reached over to grab her Macbook. While Bey placed the Macbook in her lap, the doorbell sounded and she looked over at me with excitement.

"That's Honour." She said happily, pushing her Macbook back onto the couch. 

I stood up and Bey grabbed my hand and rushed us to her front door. When she opened the door, I saw Trent holding Honour and I lowkey wanted to roll my eyes.

"My baby!" Beyoncé screamed, grabbing for Honour as she had her hands out to her. "You missed mommy?" Bey asked, grabbing her out of Trent's arms, completely ignoring him. It actually made me smile harder, seeing how Bey was treating Trent. 

I looked at Honour in Bey's arms and studied her face. Bey wasn't lying when she said how big she got. When Honour noticed me, she became restless in Bey's arms and reached out for me. She was kicking her little legs and saying mommy, making my heart melt. 

"I knew she would remember you, Meg, oh my god!" Bey said happily, leaning Honour over to me. 

I swooped her into my arms and put her on my hip. "You missed me baby? Huh? You remember me?" I asked her as I bounced her on my hip. She was all laughter and smiles as she nodded and let out a loud 'yes' through her giggles. That alone made me realize just how much time I've missed out on with Honor, thanks to Beyoncé's ass. Before I left her, all Honour was doing was saying 'ma ma' and making the usual baby noises, now this girl is talking talking. It's insane how much time has gone by. 

"You really starting to look like me, girl. Stealing my whole steelo." I joked. "She is really such a gorgeous baby, Bey, seriously." I said in awe, squeezing Honour's right cheek. 

"I told you!" Bey laughed. "And thank you." She blushed.

"Hell nah." Trent said, snatching Honour out of my arms. 

"What the hell, Trent!?" Beyoncé yelled. 

"Nigga, what is your problem?" I asked him as I approached him with my finger pointing in his face. Mugging him as I looked him up and down, I wanted to knock that stupid ass arrogant look off his face. 

"I don't want her around my daughter, Beyoncé." He complained. "You got my baby calling this bitch mommy."

Beyoncé took Honour from his arms and handed Honour back to me as I stood firm in front of Trent. 

"I don't understand why you're so jealous and weird when it comes to Megan, Trent. And watch that bitch word when it comes to Megan." Beyoncé complained. "Megan, stand down, not while you're holding Honour."

Out of respect for Beyoncé and my want to protect Honour, I took a few steps back out of Trent's face. 

"I'm going to let you handle this clown, Bey, while I bond with my baby." I spoke.

"My daughter ain't your baby, bitch! Bey, you need to check this bitch forreal! You gonna let her disrespect me like this!?" He ranted.

"Like how!?" Beyoncé yelled. "You are being ridiculous right now and you're acting very immature, Trent! My friend, who has known Honour since she was only a few months old, has a right to be around my child and bond with her! And you got one more time to call her out of her name before I slap you in your damn face! I don't understand why you're acting like this!"

"He's just mad, because he thinks we're having sex. It's jealousy." I smirked at him as I felt Honour grabbing at my face. I bounced her a little bit on my hip and Trent stepped to me. 

"Ain't no jealousy bitch, you might want to ask Bey who she's been riding. I get that pussy whenever I want." Trent said.

I snapped my neck over at Beyoncé and she shook her head. "Megan, take Honour to the living room while I handle this, please." Bey spoke.

I chuckled and nodded my head, walking away from her and Trent.

"Yeah, you know Megan, it might be a little while, I gotta get Bey right." He said smugly. 

"Okay, that's enough! You're being so disrespectful! You haven't touched me and won't! Stop talking about me like I'm some hoe!" I heard Beyoncé yell before I heard a loud slap. 

"I haven't touched you Beyoncé!? I haven't touched you, but you told me you had a damn pregnancy scare, twice!"

Oh really?

I stopped in my tracks and looked back at Beyoncé to find her already staring at me.

"Please, Megan. I'll talk with you about everything in a few minutes." She said.

I laughed quietly and turned back around. I carried Honour to the living room, shaking my head. "Your mommy and daddy got issues, girl. They deserve each other." I told Honour.

Honour laughed and I smiled at her. After Bey finishes handling her baby daddy, we need to talk about the bullshit he said and the last time she had sex with that nigga. She's not about to have me out here looking crazy, like she usually does.

I think it's time I pull out my roster to see what it's still hitting like.

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After Bey finished talking to Trent last night, she came to me and explained everything that I wanted to know. Because I was playing and bonding with Honour while we had the conversation, I kept my cool and didn't argue or cuss her out. But once Honour fell asleep in my arms after about an hour after Bey and I had our conversation and she started focusing back on the first lesson plan she had prepared, I put Honour to sleep in her room and went off on Beyoncé.

I'm so sick and tired of her running back to her baby daddy. I really see firsthand and understand why people say, don't mess with anyone who has a child or children, because it is guaranteed that they are still fucking their baby mama's or baby daddies, no matter the situation, because it's easy access.

This is why I'm glad we're not in a relationship and why I'm so skeptical of trying again with Beyoncé. How careless and trifling can you be to have not one, but two pregnancy scares from the same lame ass nigga I stole you from? His dick isn't that good, I know it's not, or I wouldn't have been able to snatch her like I did. But that's okay, I got something for her ass. We can both go back to our exes. And because I have the freedom to do what I want, since we aren't together, I'm going to take advantage of that and be just as trifling as Beyoncé has been.

Time to reach out to one of my exes. 

*

One Week Later

I looked down at my phone, reading his messages as I walked to Beyoncé's lecture hall.

🎱Pardi🐍👅

That pussy still so fucking good girl😩

Made me forget why I left yo ass

When we gonna link up again?

And just like that, got his ass stuck! I laughed to myself, thinking about how player I am. I warn people not to fuck with me, especially Beyoncé. Now she got Tina Snow coming out in full effect. 

🐱Meg💦

I'll hit you when I need you. Thank you again 💋

Walking into the lecture hall, I looked around and decided to sit in the back to not draw attention to myself. I slid into the row of seats about two rows away from the entrance and chose the fifth seat on the right side of the hall. Settling into my seat quietly, I slowly took off my sunglasses and pulled my hat down further over my eyes, so no one would recognize me. 

I pulled out my notebook, pen, and Macbook, prepared for this lecture. Beyoncé already went over this lesson with me the other day on FaceTime, since I've been avoiding going to her house, since Trent dropped Honour off that night. Then two days later, I made plans with Pardi and got fucked like I needed to. 

"Alright class!" Beyoncé spoke, breaking me from my thoughts. "We're going to go ahead and get started. I'm going to start with attendance, just raise your hand or call out a 'here' once I say your name."

Beyoncé started calling off students names, but once she got to my name, she made sure to only say Pete, so everyone wouldn't freak out and try to see if it was really me, if she said Megan. I raised my hand while keeping my head down and once she finished attendance, she dove right into the lecture. Because I  am ahead of the rest of the class, I decided to start on my discussion board post and prepare myself for other upcoming assignments. 

While Beyoncé was talking, I kept feeling someone watching me. I lifted my head up from my Macbook and looked around to find a girl that was sitting directly across the aisle from me on the left hand side of the hall, smiling at me. 

I frowned and slowly turned my attention back to my Macbook. That was weird...

Beyoncé ended up having one of the students turn the lights off while she went through her PowerPoint she already went over with me on FaceTime. While working on my discussion post for about ten minutes, I felt a presence near me and looked over to see the same girl who was staring at me earlier.

"Hey, I hate to bother you, but you look so familiar. Are you M—."

I cut her off and put my right index finger over my lips, motioning her to sit down next to me. She started fangirling lowly and I couldn't help but to chuckle at her. 

"Shhh..." I whispered to her.

"I'm so sorry, but girl, I love your music!" She whispered excitedly.

"Thank you." I smiled at her.

"I knew you went here, but I've never seen you, so I lowkey thought everyone was just lying." She laughed. "All the people I asked, said they never see you on campus."

"Girl, you've been talking to the wrong people then." I laughed. "Recently, I haven't been on campus though, and I do usually only take online courses, but I needed some extra electives and this particular class requires me to show up physically."

"Oh, yeah." She nodded her head. "Ms. Knowles doesn't play, especially about attendance. All of her courses require hands on learning and for you to be physically present."

I frowned and eyed her. "Oh really? You've taken another one of her classes?" I asked.

"Girl, yes. Music Production I, actually."

"Hmm..." I sounded, eyeing her up and down. "I never got your name, what is it?" I asked.

"Victoria. It's really nice to meet you." She smiled brightly, holding out her hand for me to shake. 

I looked at her hand and back at her face. Victoria, Victoria, Victoria. I know that name, it sounds so familiar.

I smiled at her and shook her hand softly as she focused back on the lecture at hand and started quickly writing down notes. I stared at her, feeling something very familiar about her. She actually kinda looks like me. We could be sisters or at least cousins on my daddy's side. 

Eyeing her features, it clicked in my head.

She looks just like you, Megan. It's actually scary.

Victoriaaaaaa.

I choked as my mind replayed Beyoncé's moan in my head.

Victoria!

The bitch who kissed Beyoncé!

Do I act out or stay calm?

I squinted my eyes at her and seen her slightly smiling as she looked at the PowerPoint.

No, it can't be. She seems too nice, not conniving and manipulative. I don't see her innocent ass, trying to seduce Beyoncé. It has to be someone else. It gotta be. But best believe I'm gonna get to the bottom of it. 

*

Beyoncé Knowles

I started to grow nervous, seeing Megan and Victoria interacting at the back of the lecture hall. I need to know what they're talking about. As soon as this class is over, I need to speak to Megan. If her and Victoria become friends, I'm going to be paranoid every minute of the day. 

After I completed talking about the particular slide that I had up on the projector screen, I decided to walk over to my desk to grab my phone quickly, letting the students take time to write down the notes. 

Walking back over to my podium, I texted Megan, telling her to stop by my office after class. Once I sent the text, I cleared my throat as a subtle signal to her and started lecturing again, moving on to the next slide. 

I have to make sure this situation doesn't get out of hand and it stays under control. Megan cannot find out that the Victoria she's talking to is the Victoria she wanted to fight for kissing me. 

Finishing out the class and letting the students know that they have an assignment due on Blackboard, I dismissed the class and let the students clear out before making my way to my office. Leaving out of the lecture hall, I seen Megan and Victoria talking in the hallway and I stared at Megan as I walked by the both of them while she held a sneaky smirk on her face, subtly eyeing me up and down. 

I'm in trouble. I'm sure she knows. I can deny it and pretend I don't know anything or just tell Megan the truth and risk having her beat Victoria's ass, Victoria sue Megan, Megan messing up her career and being kicked out of school and me getting fired. 

Shit. We're all done for if Megan finds out. The outcome of this is not going to end well if I tell Megan the truth. I HAVE to lie in order to save all of us and our careers. 

I'm just going to deny everything.

I made my way to my office and opened the door and walked in. I closed the door behind me, not locking it, allowing Megan access for whenever she comes here. 

Settling into my office, I sat down in my chair, going over the multiple scenarios of how this conversation could go and working on how I was going to lie to Megan about this if she is upfront and asks me about Victoria.

I don't know how long I was consumed with my thoughts when Megan walked into my office. Entering, she made sure to close the door behind her and lock it.

"You wanted to speak with me?" She asked as she made her way over to my desk.

"Yes." I smiled. "You left my house on a bad note and I wanted to speak with you about some things."

She nodded her head with a smile and placed the palm of her hands on my desk. "Talk."

I took a deep breath. "I know you're upset about Trent and what happened between him and I, but I promise you that all of that is in the past. He hasn't touched me in months, Megan. He was only saying that to stir up drama between us and make you upset, because he's jealous."

"I know he is." She laughed. "That still doesn't excuse the fact that whenever something happens, you immediately run and jump on your ex-husband. How do you expect us to eventually rebuild something together when you refuse to let him go, Bey?"

"Megan, I let him go when the judge granted me the divorce, truthfully. It's officially done between Trent and I and there will be no running back to him." I assured her.

"Okay, we'll see." She said in a doubtful manner as she smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair. "I also wanted to discuss something else with you.." I trailed off.

"Like?" She asked, standing up straight. 

"Like the way I've seen you become acquainted to people in my class. Megan, you need to be very careful, especially with you being a celebrity. You can't trust everyone, so don't give everyone access to you. Never be too friendly without having your guard up."

"Where is this coming from? Because you seen me talking to some girl during class?"

I sighed. "Look Megan, I'm just trying to look out for you. Be careful who you befriend. Not everyone is who they make themselves out to be."

She stared at me skeptically and chuckled. "Can't that ring true for everyone, including you?"

"Me?" I scoffed.

She laughed. "Don't start getting all sensitive on me. You know what I mean. Who you portray yourself to be as a Professor and in class, is slightly different from what I see. I get to see sides of you I didn't even think you had. Probably nobody in any of your classes thought you had."

"Touché." I replied. "Still, you need to be careful, Megan. Especially with students who seem innocent."

She walked around my desk and approached me. "Innocent, huh? You think the girl that was talking to me is innocent?" 

I looked up at her and shook my head. "No, I wouldn't know, Megan."

"Hmm...." She hummed in a skeptical manner.

"What?" I asked her, throwing my hands up in the air. "Hmm, what?"

"Nothing." She laughed, eyeing me up and down. "Nothing at all, Professor Knowles."

I stood up from my chair and grabbed her arms. "Don't start this, Megan. You obviously have something you want to say to me, so what is it?" I asked. 

"Nothing, Bey, it's nothing." She laughed.

I sighed frustratedly and prepared to sit back down in my chair before she stopped me. "Why are you acting like this, Bey?"

"Acting like what?" I said defensively. "I'm acting a certain way, because I'm asking you questions?"

"You're acting like you're paranoid." She smiled devilishly. "You're being all defensive. Why are you acting like this? You got something to tell me?"

"No." I shook my head.

"It doesn't look that way to me." She smiled. "It seems like you're hiding something." 

"Babyyyy." I whined, forcing my head into her neck. "I'm not hiding anything." I started kissing on her neck to distract her from the assumptions I'm sure she has in her head about Victoria. 

"You sure you have nothing to tell me?" I heard her speak lowly above me. 

"Why do you keep asking me that?" I questioned before placing a tender kiss to her most sensitive spot on her neck. "Did that student say something to you?" I mumbled to her.

I swirled my tongue over her spot, feeling her body tense and her hands grab at my ass. 

"No. Just the basics; her name, she said that she took one of your classes before." She gritted out. 

"Hmmm...interesting, I don't think I remember her." I lied. 

"Oh, you don't remember her?" She laughed. "She has a face that's unforgettable to me. Her features resemble mines." I felt her pull away from me and I knew at that moment, Megan had connected the dots and knew everything. She's just waiting on me to come clean, but she's out of her mind, if she thinks I'm going to willingly admit everything about Victoria and this situation. We're all going to be in a whirlwind of trouble if I admit the truth to Megan. It won't end well for any of us. 

"And her name is Victoria...." She spoke, snapping her fingers a few times. "Doesn't that name sound familiar to you?" She asked me.

"What are you insinuating, Megan? If you have a question to ask me, then ask it and stop beating around the bush." I said sternly, having to switch my approach. Trying the innocent and subtle 'turning her on' act isn't going to get me out of this type of situation. She knows and now I must be stern in order to try to prove my innocence. I have to lie so good and act as if I'm offended to the point that I believe my own lies, so then she'll believe them too and stop questioning me.

"Is this Victoria the same Victoria who kissed you?" She asked me. "And had you moaning in your damn sleep?"

"No, Megan." I scoffed. "That would be a major coincidence, and that's just very unlikely." I lied. "Besides, there's plenty of Victoria's on campus that I've come in contact with. She's not the one."

"You know, that's what I figured. She doesn't seem like the type to try to seduce you." She smiled, nodding her head and pointing her finger at me, but I couldn't tell if she believed me or not. "I know you wouldn't allow some shit like this to happen, right? You couldn't possibly allow a student who kissed you to stay in a class that YOU know I'm enrolled in, I just know you wouldn't do that." She laughed, pushing her body up against me. "But just know." She whispered in my ear. "If I do find out that she is the Victoria that kissed you, you won't be prepared for what's going to happen next." She smiled devilishly. 

Not her trying to make me rethink my lies, so I'll come clean. I don't care though, I'm not doing it. She's going to end up in jail and her career will be ruined, Victoria is going to be hurt, and I will lose my job. I can't let that happen.

After kissing my cheek, she leaned by my ear. "You haven't seen petty yet, if I find out you're lying about this, Beyoncé. I promise you, I will fuck that bitch and come home to you right after and fight you."

I took a step back from her and seen the devilish smirk still on her face. Oh, she's very serious right now. I don't want her to beat my ass.

Should I just tell her now?

But if I do, she's going to be at Victoria's head as soon as she sees her next class. By not telling her, I'm saving us all. 

Stick to the lie Bey.

I smirked at her and wrapped my hands up around her neck, trying to hide my nervousness. "I know you've been waiting and wanting to put your hands on me to teach me a lesson, but you're going to have to get that thought of fighting me out of your head, because it won't happen anytime soon. Especially not with this situation, because I'm not lying and I have nothing to hide."

"Mhmmmm..." She hummed out in a suspicious manner and rolled her eyes.

I pecked her lips and rubbed the back of her neck. "You know Honour's birthday is coming up in a few days. Trent and I already started planning months ago, but I want you to come with me to finish picking up some last minute things." I said, changing the topic at hand.

Megan's whole demeanor changed and she started smiling brightly from ear to ear, hearing Honour's name. "Of course! I've never been apart of planning a child's birthday party like this and I've always wanted to be apart of the process. So what's the theme?" She asked me.

"The Little Mermaid, Black Ariel of course." I spoke.

"Of course." She clapped excitedly. "Oh my god, what else do we need to get? Should we go to Party City? Target? Or both?" She rambled on.

"Relax, Meg, I got everything figured out. We just need some cheap napkins, cups, plates and utensils for people to use that matches one of the main colors in the theme. We can probably find something at Walmart or even Dollar Tree."

"Uhm, no. My child will not be eating from Dollar Store plates or using their utensils, theme or not, no matter the age. We're going to Target." She told me.

"Megan, she's only turning two. We don't need something extravagant for a basic purpose. The plates and utensils will be wasted and tossed in the trash. You don't need to spend unnecessary money on something as basic as that."

"I don't care. So, are we going to go now or what?"

I laughed and shook my head. "I actually have to pick her up from daycare soon, so let me pack up my belongings and we can go. I'm sure she'll be excited to see you picking her up for the first time."

"I know she will. But when she turns three next year, I need to be apart of everything. You screwed me last year and you and Trent only planned it, now this year I got screwed again." She said with an attitude. 

"I'm sorry, Meg." I laughed. "But it's difficult having a Virgo child when you're also a Virgo. I have to start planning her party and buying things in June or July, so then I can figure out and focus on my party last." I explained.

"Mhmmm.." She mumbled. 

If Megan and I work out, next year she'll be around to help me plan Honour's party without a doubt. Now that Trent and I are divorced, I don't need to agree or discuss anything with him when it comes to planning her party. It's either he goes with the theme Honour and I want or he can have his own separate party with her. 

Hopefully Megan and I can get it together. 

*

Megan and I walked inside the daycare together and I immediately spoke with one of Honour's teachers, so she could let the rest of the staff know that I was here to pick her up. Once she let the staff know over the radio, I went to go sign Honour out and not too long after I seen my child running over towards Megan and I with her backpack bouncing on her back. I smiled brightly at her excitement and she immediately ran to Megan first. Megan is really like Honour's favorite person. 

It warmed my heart, seeing their interaction and once Honour finished hugging Megan, Megan passed her over to me and took her backpack. 

"I missed youuuu." I cooed at her.

"I miss you too!" She smiled at me. 

"Good. You missed Ms. Megan?" I asked her.

She looked over at Megan and nodded excitedly. 

"Of course she missed her favorite person." Megan gloated, holding her chin up in the air.

"Oh please." I laughed. "Let's go."

I carried Honour out to the car while Megan walked beside us. When we got outside, I put Honour down, so she could walk. I grabbed her left hand while Megan grabbed her right, guiding her to my car.

"Mommy, I draw you a picture!" Honour said, making Megan and I both look down at her, not knowing who she was talking to.

Megan and I looked at each other and laughed.

"I'm mommy? You're talking to me?" I asked Honour.

She looked up at me with a smile and Megan spoke up, confusing my poor baby.

"Or me?" Megan smiled. "You talking to me? I'm mommy right?"

Honour looked over at Megan and then looked back at me with a frown. 

"We're both mommy?" I asked Honour.

"Yes!" She yelled out. 

"And I'm your mommy's daddy." I heard Megan say lowly.

"Shut up." I gritted, trying not to laugh as we approached my car and I unlocked it while Megan chuckled. 

"And it's drew, baby. You drew mommy a picture, okay? Say drew." I told Honour as Megan helped me put Honour in her carseat in the back and helped me strap her in. 

"Drew!" She yelled out. "Mommy, I hungry!" Honour pouted, folding her arms over her chest, like the dramatic diva she is.

"I know the daycare just gave you a snack not too long ago." I told her.

"I hungryyyy." She whined, starting to tear up.

"Whatchu want baby? Mommy will get it for you." Megan told her. And just like that, Honour's tears disappeared from her eyes and she started bouncing in her seat. 

"McDonald's!" She yelled.

"Oka—."

"No." I shook my head. "You don't need fast food, chère, especially when Ms. Shay made your favorite, Shrimp and Grits, for you to eat tonight." 

Honour started crying and kicking her legs and I shut the door and walked around to the front of my car.

"Why can't she have McDonald's?" Megan asked me as I walked to the driver's side. I looked across my car roof at her and grabbed my door handle.

"Because she doesn't need that. While we're in Target, I'll get her fruit snacks or something, but she's not going to start bad eating habits. I limit certain foods she can have, since she's so young. Fast food is one of them. My child is not about to be unhealthy and have health issues by the time she's ten years old, because she's eating McDonald's every week. And do NOT undermine me and tell her you'll get it for her anyway." I pointed my finger at her.

"Okay, Bey, damn." Megan said.

"I'm serious, Jovon. Don't try to challenge my authority when it comes to her." I said, opening my car door.

"I won't." Megan said with an attitude before getting into the car.

I rolled my eyes and got into the car also, hearing Honour still crying, screaming and throwing a tantrum. I put my seatbelt on, since the car was already running, because of the automatic start system when I hit the alarm to unlock the car and I looked back at Honour.

"You better cut it out, Storm." I said, calling her by her middle name. "And stop kicking my seats before I pop you." I threatened her. 

She frowned deeply at me, but stopped kicking my damn seats like I thought, while she kept crying. 

"Awww, Bey. Look at her lil face. How can you say no to that?" Megan gushed.

I sucked my teeth and looked in my mirrors before backing up, ignoring my backup camera. "I can already tell she's going to manipulate you and you're going to give into her and do everything she says. Stop getting sucked in." I laughed, looking over at Megan.

"She's so adorable though, I want to cry just looking at her." She pouted.

I shook my head and put the car in drive, pulling off. "I'm going to be the only disciplinary it looks like. You and Trent are so weak."

"No, you're just mean, Bey."

"I'm not mean, it's called parenting and being a mother. Yes, she's adorable and my little baby and I love her more than life itself, but she still needs discipline. And that's the problem with a lot of these parents. Just because your child is adorable, doesn't mean you shouldn't give them structure and discipline them, so they understand that they can't get everything they want. The world doesn't work like that."

"Well, her world does. You have the money to get her whatever she wants, ain't that right Honour? And so do I." Megan said, looking into the backseat at her.

"That's not the point. She already acts like a diva and I spoil her regardless, but she needs to understand the word 'no' and realize that there's a reason why she's being told no. And just because she WANTS something, doesn't mean she NEEDS it." I explained.

"It's okay." Megan tried to comfort Honour as she continued to cry.

"Honour, cut it out, I don't want to hear that screaming. Be quiet or you won't get McDonald's for a month." I threatened. 

She finally quieted down her screaming, but kept crying as I drove to Target. I already know Megan is going to start up some bad habits with Honour by being so weak when it comes to her. She really is her child now, seriously.

Finally pulling up to Target after about thirty minutes of driving, I turned the car off and looked in the back to see Honour with a permanent frown on her face and tears still on her cheeks.

"Siye figi ou, chère." I told her.

She did as I said and wiped her face while I motioned Megan to get out of the car. Once we both got out and closed our doors, Megan looked at me curiously. 

"What?" I asked her.

"You spoke Creole to her..." She said surprisingly.

"Yes, and?" I questioned in a confused manner.

"And she understood it...she's not even two yet. She doesn't even fully know all that comes with the English language, but she knows Creole?" She said.

"Yes." I laughed. "She's well versed, I'm making sure of that. Honour is very smart to almost be two, but yes, she understands Creole, but not everything yet. And she can say a few words like 'thank you', 'please', 'goodbye', 'chicken' and 'pizza'." I laughed. 

"I knew she was smart when I had her walking earlier than normal babies." She bragged. "And ever since I came back here, I knew she was very educated for her age. She speaks very well."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." I smiled.

"I know, Ms. Professor." Megan laughed. 

We both opened the back doors and helped get Honour out of her car seat. 

"Do you know why I told you no to McDonald's?" I asked Honour.

She slowly shook her head and rubbed her eyes.

"Because Ms. Shay already made you food and you need to eat a good meal, not junk food all the time. You can get McDonald's on Friday if you continue to be good for the rest of the week, okay?"

She nodded her head, smiling brightly and Megan grabbed her for me. Closing the doors and locking the car, Megan and I walked side by side in the parking lot. 

"You're teaching her right, Bey. Explaining to her why, which a lot of parents don't do when they're disciplinarians." Megan spoke. 

"Thank you." I said as Megan put Honour down. Before Megan could grab her hand, Honour ran off and I started yelling.

"Sispann, kounye a! Megan, go grab her hand before I beat your baby's ass right here in this parking lot."

"Okay, okay, there's no need for violence." Megan laughed, running to grab Honour's hand.

Walking to them, I snatched Honour's other hand and looked down at her. "As soon as your mommy came back around, you've been acting out. You know how to act."

She stayed silent and Megan spoke up.

"Don't be mean to her, I got her, Bey." Megan smiled. "Ain't that right mini me?" 

I sucked my teeth and looked at Honour who was nodding her head and smiling. 

"Oh, so your mommy comes and it's forget me, huh?" I asked.

Megan laughed and I rolled my eyes playfully. 

"I'm mommy number one or mommy number two?" Megan asked.

"Two!" Honour yelled, making me smile. 

"So you have two mommies, that is so cool!" Megan said.

"And a daddy. I doubt anyone else has three parents at your daycare." I said.

"Fuck that nigga." I heard Megan mumble.

"Jovon, be good, please." I whined.

She sucked her teeth and we walked through the sliding entrance doors of Target and I immediately grabbed a shopping cart. 

"C'mere." I said to Honour and Megan let her hand go.

"Nooo!" She whined as I bent down, about to pick her up.

"Fine. Megan, please hold her hand and watch her."

"I got her." She assured me.

I started pushing the cart, looking around and I knew I was about to spend money unnecessarily on things that I don't need. This is why I shouldn't have come here, but Megan wanted to spend money frivolously on some basic ass party supplies that's literally worth pennies.

"Hey!" I heard Megan yell.

I looked in her direction and seen Honour taking off once again. I swear this girl is going to be in track when she gets older. She's always running off like a damn track star. 

Megan grabbed Honour's hand and she whined and tried to snatch away from Megan. Megan picked her up and whispered something to her and I smiled. See. Sometimes you gotta be stern in order to get your child in order. Being lenient and extra nice doesn't work with my child, just because of her personality. That diva, 'I'm going to do what I want' attitude can't work with me being super laid back and lenient towards her. She needs discipline. 

"And fix your face." Megan said as I walked up beside them.

"Well, well, well." I smiled. "Now you see firsthand what I was talking about. Do you understand what I told you now?" I asked.

"Not now, Bey." She mumbled.

I laughed and pushed the cart in the direction of the kid's clothing section when I heard Honour whining. 

"What's wrong, chère?" I asked.

She whined and Megan spoke up. "She wants to walk, but she doesn't know how to act and keeps running off, so I'm not putting her down."

"Ooo, okay mommy." I smirked at Megan, lowkey turned on by how stern she was acting and how she's handling Honour. She treats her as if she birthed her and I really do appreciate that and love her bond with Honour. 

"Beyoncé." Megan said deeply.

"Okay, okay. Put her down and explain to her that she can walk, but you have to hold her hand, since she keeps running off. She should be fine with that." I told her.

"Fine." She sighed, putting Honour down. She bent down to Honour's level and fixed her clothes. "You heard your mommy right? I'm going to hold your hand, so don't try to run off."

Megan stood up and grabbed Honour's hand and all was well again. I went through one of the aisles of the kid's section and started looking at some cute outfits.

"I want!" I heard Honour say.

I turned around and seen her pointing to a pink Princess Tiana t-shirt. Megan grabbed it off the rack and I rolled my eyes. Megan is going to get her everything she sees. Honour is going to be an even bigger, spoiled little diva.

"You don't ask like that, Honour. What do you say?" I spoke, looking at her.

"Pweaseeeeeee." She showcased her baby teeth to Megan and I. 

I laughed and started looking back at some clothes. 

"Say may I have this." Megan spoke.

"May I have dis." Honour repeated her.

"Good job. You can have anything you want when you're with me. Let's go look at the toys." Megan spoke.

"Yay!" Honour yelled, dragging Megan through the section to find the toys.

I laughed and shook my head. 

"Meg, answer your phone if I need to find y'all!" I said.

"Okay!" She yelled back at me. 

I can get used to Megan being around and helping me parent Honour full time. Now all we need to do is figure out if this is what we want, well, what she wants and then we can officially start over.

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Chapter Text

Few Weeks Later

Beyoncé Knowles

I looked over at Megan laying next to me and seen her taking selfies, making me smile in admiration.

I decided to give Megan a one on one lesson, since I only had my Vocal Coaching class today, and surprisingly she didn't have any plans. After going through the lesson, we were both inspired and I brought her to my in-home studio to make some magic. We wrote together, bounced song ideas off of each other and I even showed her some hands on learning with the soundboard and we even practiced with production. 

After creating and playing around in my studio for a couple of hours, my chef prepared us a meal and we've been relaxing and watching TV ever since. 

"When are you going back to your hotel?" I asked her, curious to see if she was going to spend the night with me. 

Even though Megan and I are on speaking terms and we have been getting closer, there still seems to be some tension between us, which is understandable with how everything transpired between us. We still haven't had sex and I feel like that's for the best. We need to work on grounding and building our relationship on trust and love, rather than sex. We need to be on the same page, emotionally and mentally. 

"You want me to leave that bad?" She asked me with a light laugh as she looked over at me.

"No." I shook my head. "I was just wondering."

She nodded her head and sat up. "It's okay, Beyoncé, I can read the room and know when I have overstayed my welcome. I'll see you in class tomorrow." She laughed, preparing to get off of my bed.

I grabbed her arm, stopping her and pulled her towards me. "It's not like that. I just wanted to know..."

"Oh...is that your subtle way of asking me to spend the night with you or something?" She smirked. 

I rolled my eyes with a smile and slowly pulled at her sunglasses. She grabbed my hand as her smile faded and I frowned. 

"Megan, you've had your sunglasses on the entire time since you've been here. Through my lesson and dinner, everything. You're in the house, you don't need sunglasses."

"I just like them. They make me feel safe and protected...even invisible when I don't feel like being seen or interacting..." She spoke.

I nodded my head, understanding where she was coming from. "Just let me..." I started, slowly pulling at her glasses.

She let my hand go and bent her head down as I pulled them off completely. Tossing them onto my bed, I stared at her and brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. 

"Look at me." I demanded. She continued to look down and I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me. "You feel okay?" I questioned.

"I don't know, Bey." She sighed. "Today, I woke up feeling....strange, emotional, weak..."

I kissed her cheek and rubbed her face. "You know I'm here if you need to talk to me about anything, right?"

"Yes, Bey." She nodded her head. 

"You don't ever have to pretend you're okay with me. The sunglasses aren't going to hide what you're trying to hide from me or what you're feeling. I can feel you, so I'm going to know regardless." I spoke. "Okay?"

"Mhm." She mumbled, staring at me. 

I kissed her lips gently and pulled away from her with a smile on my face. "Lay back down with me."

I guided Megan to lay back down next to me and this time she ended up cuddling up to me. I started rubbing my hand through her hair, staring blankly at whatever my television was playing. 

"Bey?" Megan called for me.

"Yes?" I whispered.

"Do you really feel me? You can feel my energy and when I'm off? Seriously?"

"Yes baby. I know you like the back of my hand, just like you know me the same exact way." I spoke. 

She hummed in agreement and we sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up again. 

"Megan, are you going to stay with me tonight?" I asked.

"Why? Do you want me to?" She replied.

"It's up to you." I said, playing in her hair. "I'm not forcing you to, but I would be happy if you did stay with me."

She looked up at me with a smile and I smiled back at her. "Then I'll stay. I'll go to get some of my things from my hotel in a little bit."

"Okay." I said, kissing her forehead. "We need to talk anyway." I mentioned.

"Talk? About what?" She asked. 

"This. Us. What we're doing. It feels like we're halfway in a relationship. We kiss, we flirt, but there's no label and we haven't discussed what it is that we're trying to do." I spoke. 

"I was honestly just going with the flow. When you put a label on something, it causes drama. Not to mention, I wasn't feeling what you told me about your ex-husband, Bey. Having sex with him only a couple of hours after we broke up is some foul shit." She said, sitting up, pointing her finger at me. "I wouldn't even do that shit."

"I know, and I can't make any excuses for my actions, Megan, but I was hurting. I wanted to feel loved and desired, everything I didn't feel when you left me. I didn't want to deal with the hurt and pain. I'm sorry, but I did what I needed to do to try to get my mind off of everything." I explained. 

She shook her head and stared at me. "I hate how you make me feel. Every time I try to leave you alone, something just keeps pulling me back. I just can't leave you alone." She looked at me solemnly. 

I grabbed her hand and stared at her. "I don't want you to feel like you have to give me an answer I want to hear. If you genuinely feel in your heart that you can't be with me and don't want to, I'll have to accept that." I brushed my thumb gently over the back of her hand, rubbing it.

"I feel so powerless with you, Bey. I have no control, no senses, nothing. It's like my life revolves around you and we become one."

"You don't like that? Even if the same thing happens to me?" I asked her.

"No!" She exclaimed, snatching her hand from me. "It's like my life is in your hands. I'm giving you full control to hurt me or leave me again. No human should have that ability. I'm scared..."

"I know you are. But love is taking chances, Megan. We're both going to hurt each other. Whether you say something I don't like or I do something you don't like. But how about this, we don't label anything and whenever you feel like you're ready, let me know, okay?" 

She nodded her head and I kissed her lips. I already know it's about to be a rollercoaster ride from here on out. 

*

Six Weeks Later

I walked down the hallway with Megan right next to me to get to my studio.

"Oh! I really love that art piece, Bey!" She said excitedly.

I turned my head to look at the piece and smiled as I stopped walking. "How does it look now with me standing in front of it?" I questioned, posing in front of it.

"Even better, Bey. You really make everything look sexier." She eyed me up and down with lust in her eyes.

I laughed and playfully slapped her arm. "Stop it and let's go before you get horny and ruin this lesson." 

She laughed and followed me to the studio. "That was bound to happen anyway when I have to look at your fine ass." I felt her grab my waist and push up against me as we walked, making us stumble a little bit.

"Megan!" I laughed. "Stop playing around." I whined.

"You love when I play with you, shut up." She chuckled.

"Okay, you about to make me check your ass how I did you and Trent at Honour's birthday party." I giggled, opening the door to my studio once we approached it.

I heard Megan suck her teeth, pushing up harder against me, causing me to lose my balance. I tripped into the studio and Megan continued to hold me and make sure I didn't fall.

"That wasn't my fault and you know it Bey." I heard her say frustratedly.

I pulled away from her and turned around to see her grimacing, getting an attitude all over again. Even though it's been over a month since Honour's second birthday party, it's still so fresh. I still can't believe Trent and Megan ruined my baby's birthday party with their foolishness! 

Megan is always talking about fighting me, but that day, I was so close to fighting her and Trent. I actually did end up putting my hands on his crazy ass when I had to pull him into one of my guest rooms and have a talk with him like he was a child. 

Everything switched so fast. One minute everything was great, then the next minute Trent was yelling in Megan's face. 

"It was the both of you. I told you to walk away and leave it alone. Honour was sitting right there watching y'all argue on her day." I said.

"Bey, you were right there! You witnessed what he did!" She argued.

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest, thinking back to how a fight almost happened between Trent and Megan.

Megan and I sat on one of the couches in my second living room while Honour sat in Megan's lap. We were all taking selfies and pictures together with Megan's phone and my phone. I decided to take selfie pictures of all of us while Megan helped Honour do Snapchat filters on her phone and take pictures and videos. Capturing the cute moments, I switched to a video and recorded Megan and Honour's interaction. 

"You gotta pose, baby." Megan smiled at Honour.

Honour with her grown self, poked her lips out and did a kissy face while holding up the peace sign, making Megan and I laugh and gush at her. 

"Ooo, you so grown, girl!" Megan laughed. "I wonder who taught you that."

"Shut up, Megan!" I laughed. 

"Oh my god, y'all are the cutest family I have ever seen!" Some lady said, walking up to us. I didn't know who she was, so I assumed she was either a realtor that works with Trent or maybe a distant cousin in his family or something.

"Thank you." I smiled politely.

"So, is Trent the donor?" She asked randomly.

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"You know." She smiled. "Usually in lesbian relationships they do the egg procedure or use a sperm donor to reproduce, right?" She asked.

"Uhmm...I wouldn't know." I laughed embarrassedly. 

"Oh...oh! I'm so sorry! I just assumed with how cozy you all were over here that you two were the main parents and Trent only provided the sperm." She explained.

Megan busted out laughing while I choked and put my hand over my mouth, trying to hold in my laugh. 

"You would think that, huh? It seems that way, but no." Megan laughed.

"No ma'am, Trent is Honour's biological father. We were married when I conceived Honour. There was no procedure or donating of sperm. He gave it to me willingly." I spoke. "But this here is my...friend." I smiled.

"Friend?" Megan snapped her neck over at me with an attitude.

"Friend." I gritted lowly, shifting my eyes over to her.

"I didn't think normal people wanted to have sex with their friends, Beyoncé." She spoke loudly.

"Jesus Christ." I whispered, looking around to make sure no one else heard her. "Don't do this right now, Megan. Do not embarrass me and ruin Honour's party. We will talk about this later." I said sternly.

"Fine." She sassed me. 

"I'm so sorry, ma'am." I apologized to the woman as she looked between Megan and I with a sly smirk.

"No, no, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I didn't mean to cause any problems, I just thought you all were so adorable and Trent was kind of like the side parent."

Megan laughed again and I shook my head. "No ma'am."

"Well, regardless, you all are beautiful and I wish you luck on your parenting journey. Despite the situation though, this seems like the perfect family unit for you all, just with you three." She complimented us. 

"Thank you so much." I genuinely smiled as I stood up and shook her hand. Megan thanked her also and wished her well before the woman walked off to roam around and mingle with the rest of the party guests.

I looked down at Megan while she played with Honour on her phone, still helping my baby take pictures with all types of filters.

"Stop looking at me, Giselle." She said, not even bothering to look up at me.

"I know you don't have an attitude right now." I said angrily. "Why would you get loud and say something like that in this type of environment?" I asked her.

"Like you said, we'll talk about this later." She mumbled. "So we'll talk about this later." She said, still avoiding eye contact with me and not even giving me the basic respect of looking up at me. "Talking about some damn friend and even had the audacity to say he gave you his sperm willingly. Tha fuck." I heard her whisper to herself.

"Okay." I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest.

"What the hell was that!?" I heard someone yell.

I frowned and looked around to see Trent gunning for me. Oh hell!

He ran up on me and got in my face. "You got people I work with thinking I'm just some random ass side nigga who donated my sperm to y'all!? Do you know how embarrassing this is!?" He yelled.

"First of all, I didn't even know that lady!" I defended myself. "She made assumptions off of her observations. I'm sorry that Megan and I look so happy and perfect with Honour, but we can't help that, Trent."

"You can and you will. Get this bitch outta here, Beyoncé. I don't want her here." He demanded.

Before I could respond, Megan got up and stepped between Trent and I as she held Honour.

"Quite frankly, I don't give a damn what you want. I'm not leaving, because Honour wants me here and so does your ex-wife. You need to move on and get over this grudge you have. Beyoncé is no longer yours, never was yours, since I stepped foot in her class at TSU, but that's neither here or there. I'm not going anywhere for the next sixteen years, unless Beyoncé or Honour want me to."

I rubbed Megan's shoulders and reached for Honour. Megan passed her to me easily and mugged Trent down.

"Bitch, I'm not going to let you come in here and take my family. Beyoncé and I will always have ties—."

"The only reason you have a tie to Beyoncé is because of Honour. If she didn't get pregnant, you would've been cut completely out of her life. You should be on your knees, thanking God for Honour. She's the only reason why you still have access to Bey, because believe me, I wouldn't allow it if Honour wasn't here."

"You wouldn't allow it?" Trent laughed. "Who the fuck are you, bitch?"

"Hmmm.." Megan smiled, tilting her chin up in the air and tapping her finger against it. "I'm the bitch that's eating Beyoncé's pussy whenever I get the chance." She looked down and held out her hand, putting up one finger. "I'm also the bitch that fucks Beyoncé whenever, wherever and however." She spoke, holding up a second finger. "I also fuck her better than you ever could." She laughed. "I'm also the bitch who is an international superstar and one of the best female rappers in the industry. I'm the main talk of female rap." She held up a third finger and smiled at Trent. "I'm also the bitch that takes care of your daughter and buys her whatever she needs when she's with me." She said putting up a fourth finger. "I'm a college student while being a full time musician, I'm a businesswoman, I'm an actress, I'm an overall entertainer and I'm going to be Beyoncé's girlfriend and other half for a really long time." She spoke, quickly putting up five more fingers. "I can go on, but I'm being nice to spare your feelings, so I'll only stop at nine." She grinned at him.

Trent pushed her and started yelling and calling Megan all types of bitches and ho's. 

I quickly put Honour down on the couch as she started crying and I tried to break up Trent and Megan.

"Trent, stop it!" I yelled, pushing him away from Megan. I felt Megan come from behind me and go at Trent and I grabbed her arm.

"Get off of me, Bey! Don't try to hold me back, hold that nigga!" She pointed at Trent.

"No, you stop it too! This is Honour's birthday party and y'all are acting ghetto and ruining her party right now! Look at her crying!" I complained. 

I shook my head and picked up Honour while party guests started walking up to us and trying to help diffuse the drama. 

"Get it together! The both of you! See what y'all did to your own child!?" I yelled, bouncing Honour, trying to stop her cries. 

"My child is not hers!" Trent yelled. 

"Nigga, shut up! She's mine just as much as she's yours!" Megan argued. "Who do you think Honour was around when Bey forbid you to have direct contact to her and access to this house!? Who was there picking up the pieces and comforting her and Honour after you attacked Beyoncé and put your hands on her!? A whole protective order out against your ass and limited contact with your own child!"

I heard gasps and murmurs amongst the guests and I rubbed my forehead. I can't believe they're doing this at my child's party right now and embarrassing me by airing out all of our dirty laundry.

"Y'all are both ridiculous! Cut it out!" I yelled. "You need to walk away, Jovon!" I warned her. I already know this is only going to escalate and get worse if she doesn't.

"Give her to me." I heard.

I looked to see my mama and I handed a crying Honour to her. She looked at me sympathetically and rubbed my back. "Hold it together, don't let anyone see you break." She whispered to me.

"Yeah, B." Kelly chimed in, trying to comfort me.

"Go take a moment." Michelle encouraged me.

I shook my head, trying to hold back my tears. They all seen it in my face. I wanted to break and act out, but I refuse to ruin my child's party even further.

"Y'all all got me fucked up for doing this and ruining my niece's birthday party!" Solange screamed.

Uh oh. Once Solange gets riled up, it's done.

"Piaget!" My mama gritted.

"No, mama! They shouldn't be doing this right now! You know I'll slide for my niece!" She argued.

"Slide then, bitch! Stop trying to act tough!" Trent yelled.

Everyone started 'ooo-ing' and screaming at Trent.

"Watch your fucking mouth! Don't talk to my sister like that, Trent!" I yelled. 

Solange ran towards Trent and Angie tried to stop her while Michelle and Kelly tried to help and calm her down also. 

"This is all your fault, bitch!" Trent said to Megan.

Suddenly, Trent tried to attack Megan and they started fighting. All I seen was a blur of fights flying and arms flailing in the air. I grabbed Megan and pulled her away from the scene.  

"Go calm down, now!" I yelled at her.

"Why are you grabbing me, when it's him! Grab that nigga!" Megan spoke angrily.

"They have him!" I argued as some of Trent's friends and guests were holding him back and trying to calm him down. "I'm worried about you and how you're acting, so go upstairs and calm the hell down!" I said.

Megan sucked her teeth and walked away from me with an attitude, mumbling under her breath. 

These niggas, who are supposed to be Honour's parents, have ruined her second birthday party. Unbelievable.

I mugged Megan as I broke myself of my thoughts and shook my head.

"What?" She asked me.

"You, y'all." I spoke. "I still can't believe y'all did that." I said with disappointment.

"He started all of that! It was him, Bey, and you know it!"

"But when I tell you to calm down and to stop, you need to do it." I gritted, approaching her and getting in her face. "I wanted to swing on you so bad, especially when I went to go check on you and you started arguing with me."

"You were on my head instead of talking to that nigga!" She argued. "You needed to be talking to him about the bullshit he pulled instead of about me reacting to what he started!"

"I talked to him after I talked to you, Megan! And I put my hands on him a few times for what he did and said to you and Solange! But both of you were in the wrong! You should've walked away, especially when you seen that Honour was crying and upset! You antagonized Trent and made everything worse! You know how sensitive he is when it comes to you and you aired out all of our business and his dirty laundry in front of all those people! Y'all both ruined my child's party and she can't get those moments back! We can't go back in time and redo that party! That was her specific day and it was supposed to be about her, but y'all turned it into a beef between y'all! She'll never have a second birthday party again! Her day, that she can never get back!"

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, grabbing my hips. 

I folded my arms over my chest and stared up at her. "My child is the main one you need to prove you're sorry to. Make it up to her."

"That's all I've been doing, Bey!" She argued. "Honour forgave me at her party when she saw me after all that shit went down. But I still apologize to her to this day and I've been buying her everything I can to make it up to her. You're the main one that's still mad, so I'm trying to get back into your good graces."

"Mhm." I mumbled.

"Stop." Megan said before kissing me. "Playing." She kissed me again and continued to keep kissing me. I moaned and put my hands on her face, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Once Megan slapped my ass, I pulled away from her and shook my head. 

"You still need to try harder to make it up to me." I spoke.

"Girl, I would've fucked you and got you right a long time ago, but you got a padlock on that coochie or something. Won't even let me see it, let alone touch it." She complained with a roll of her eyes.

I laughed, because she was right. And after what she did at Honour's party, I shouldn't give up any pussy for at least another six months. And let her fuck someone else if she wants to. It's not going to be fists flying, but knives. 

*

I sat at my soundboard next to Megan, showing her how to produce an entire song. 

"So then you want to—." I tried to show her before she stopped me from talking by kissing my lips. 

"Mhm...tell me what else." She whispered to me after she pulled away from my lips and went directly to my neck.

"W-well...mmm, y-you..." I closed my eyes briefly and shrugged my shoulders upward and pulled away from her. "Stop Megan, seriously, baby." I said, placing my hands on her shoulders. "I'm trying to teach you everything, so you can Ace every assignment, quiz, paper and test I give you, so you can bring up your GPA." I explained.

"I know Bey and I appreciate everything you're doing for me, but I need a break, baby. Please. We've been at this for two hours already." She complained. 

"Because it takes a long time to produce a song, Megan. Your final for my class consists of producing an entire song or beat, by yourself, in front of me in the studio. I need you to Ace it and you can't do that if you don't know what you're doing, Megan."

"I get that Bey, but I need a break. I'm getting overwhelmed. Not to mention how you're looking right now." She said, grabbing for my hips and pulling me closer to her, causing the rolling chair to bump into hers.

I sighed as she forced her face back into my neck and I slapped her shoulders. "Megan, not now. If you want a break, fine, but we're not about to have sex." 

She pulled away from me and squinted her eyes at me. "What tha fuck is the issue, Beyoncé? Are you fucking someone else or something? Or did you catch something while we weren't speaking and you're waiting for it to clear up!? You haven't touched me since you came back into my life! We haven't had sex not one time since we started back speaking! It's been over a year since we last had sex and every time I get a little touchy, you act scared! I know you're not pregnant, so what is it!?" She ranted. 

"Only a month ago you told me that you were unsure about us trying again. We've been acting as if we're dating, but you refuse to label it as that. Now that we have another chance to try at a relationship or possibly move forward, I want it to be done right. I don't want our relationship to be based on sex, so I know you're sure if I'm who you want and if you really want a relationship with me. We've had enough sex together over these last couple of years to maintain celibacy for at least a few more months. I refuse to have sex as the main force and focus of our relationship again. It causes too many issues."

"So you mean to tell me, you expect me, me out of all people to stay celibate when I have to look at your fine ass almost every day, sleep in the bed with you, constantly see your body fill out the clothing you choose to wear throughout each day and you expect me not to touch you?"

I grabbed her face and gave her a small pout. "Yes. It's better this way, believe me. We need to work more on our mental and emotional connection anyway. Especially with everything that has happened to you and therapy, I think we need to wait on having sex."

"Yeah, on that note, let me go take a break and figure out if this is what I want to do, because you trippin'." She mumbled with an attitude. 

"So I'm good enough to give you sex and some pussy, but not good enough to be in a relationship with?" I asked her as she got up abruptly from the chair and walked towards the studio door. "You still haven't told me if you're ready to give us a chance again."

"You know damn well—fuck it!" She threw her hands up. "If that's what you want to think, then run with that, Beyoncé, but that's not what I mean and you know it." She said before leaving the studio.

I shook my head and focused back on what I was doing at the soundboard, so I could finish producing this song. 

It's always something with Megan, I swear. 

*

After a while I decided to go check on Megan. I walked around my house, looking for her in my living rooms and the kitchen and when I couldn't find her, I knew she was upstairs somewhere. I decided to check my guest bedrooms first before heading to my master suite last, when I was unable to find her. 

Cracking one of my double doors open, I heard Megan moaning and I gasped, peeking into my suite. Trying to be incognito, so she wouldn't notice me standing at the door, I only cracked the door open a few more centimeters. What I saw made my knees buckle and I almost dropped to the floor.

There she was, spread eagle in the middle of my California King, playing with herself. Licking my lips, I watched how fast she was circling and rubbing her plump clit with her pointer and middle finger in one swift motion. 

"Beyoncé." I heard her moan out. 

I let out a shaky breath as I felt my arousal rush through me and my clit throb even harder than it already was. 

Should I? Should I give in and give her some sex? Maybe me fucking her will help her make a decision about us. 

*

Megan Pete

I was so close to cumming. All I could think about was Beyoncé. I wish she would stop being so damn stubborn and give me what I need. I know that good ass pussy is waiting for me. I already know if she allows me, imma have to knock the dust off that pussy, if what she told me is true. If she hasn't slept with Trent in months and hasn't slept with me, since she came back into my life, then Bey has gone at least six months without sex and that's a long ass time for her. Especially since I turned her into a nympho. I had her busting it open practically every day when we were together. 

I bit down harder on my bottom lip, just thinking about how tight Beyoncé's pussy is and how it would feel, sliding my fingers into her after all this time. Speeding up my fingers, I was nearing my peak faster and faster. The faster and harder I rubbed, the better it felt. My chest started heaving up and down and before I knew it, I was moaning out Beyoncé's name nonstop. It took not even two more minutes before I was cumming and while the white substance was dripping out of me; my phone started going off. 

Struggling to reach for it with my non-occupied hand, I looked at it and seen Pardi calling me. Dammit, Bug A Boo ass nigga. I answered the phone quickly and pressed it to my ear. 

"Hello?"

"Aye, I just seen your message. You tryna come through?" Pardi asked me.

"It's too late, you took too long to hit me back, nigga." I laughed.

"Damn...you sure that pussy doesn't need a lil more attention?"

"I promise, I'm good now. I'll hit you if I need you."

"Aight, bet." He spoke.

"Bye." I said, hanging up the phone, not even wanting to hear anything else he had to say.

I threw my phone back onto the bed and rubbed my cum all over my pussy, trying not to drip and stain Beyoncé's duvet. Cleaning myself up, I stuck my two fingers into my mouth when I heard a deep moan, making me look around in a confused manner. 

"Beyoncé!" I called out while trying to get myself together. I heard a knock on the door and pulled my panties up slowly, just to let her see me and try to tease her. 

The door swung open, revealing HER fine ass. I bit my lip, while holding a slight smirk on my face as she stared at me. I sat up on my knees to finish pulling up my panties as we had a stare off. 

"Can I help you with something?" I asked her. 

"What?" She said confusingly. 

"You came in here for something, obviously." I laughed. 

"Oh, yes....uhm.." She said before licking her lips. "I have to pick up Honour, do you want to come on me—I mean come with me." She shook her head as she stumbled over her words. 

"Of course." I smiled brightly. "But I can do both if you want me to." I said, climbing off of her bed. 

"You'll be able to do that once you focus on actually wanting to be with me, instead of just trying to get inside of me. Nice try, though." She said sarcastically with a forced grin on her face. 

"You wanna be stubborn? No problem. You're gonna break though." I spoke confidently, pulling my shorts on. 

"Whatever Jovon, you ready?" She asked me. 

"Almost." I said, fixing my shorts. I grabbed my phone and walked over to her. "Shit, I forgot to was—." I paused and looked at her, while she looked at me in a suspicious manner.

"What?" She asked.

I held my fingers out towards her mouth and smiled. "You wanna clean my fingers for me?" I smiled innocently. 

She rolled her eyes and walked away from me. "I'll meet you downstairs when you decide to stop playing." She spoke with an attitude.

I laughed as she left her room and I quickly went to go wash my hands. She knows she wants to taste this. All this resisting is only going to make it worse when I get my hands on her. I ain't showing no mercy.

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Chapter Text

Three Weeks Later

Beyoncé Knowles

I lectured freely without using any PowerPoints for my Music Production II class. I was only planning on lecturing for about thirty or forty minutes and then taking the class to the studio for some hands on learning until the class is over. 

Looking around the hall at all of the students, I noticed Victoria sitting two rows in front of Megan, intrigued and writing down everything I said. I'm actually glad they decided to sit apart today. Meanwhile, I noticed Megan eyeing me down and biting her lip, doing all types of sexual things to distract me. I was doing well, ignoring her for a few minutes, until I took another glimpse at her again and seen her pulling off the wrapper from a lollipop. I squinted my eyes at her and shook my head while she gave me a bright smile. 

This girl here, I swear. 

She's been trying to break me down and give into her, but I want our relationship to be serious this time around and not all about sex. Especially since I heard her talking to someone that day when I caught her masturbating. I need to be careful and make sure she's not only trying to play me or use me as revenge, because I'm sure she's still fucking other people. So I really don't know why she's acting desperate for my pussy, when I'm sure she's getting dick or pussy from someone else, since I haven't given it up.

"So, there are eight steps of mixing a track." I spoke. "The first step is called Prep, the next step is Volume Balance, then Compression, EQ, Space; which includes planning, reverb and delay. Then the next step is Volume Automation, then Effects and finally, Final Checks." I listed. "Now since this course has started, we have gone over in grave detail: songwriting, composition, and sound design, which includes synthesis and sampling; arranging, tracking, and editing. Those were all fairly simple concepts; besides sound design and editing, but mixing is when things tend to become difficult—." I stopped for a second, accidentally getting a glimpse of Megan sensually holding the lollipop in the air and lowering it down into her mouth and sucking on it as if she was giving head. 

Clearing my throat, I tried to get my train of thought together and remember the point I was trying to make. "Uhm....mixing can be a..a...grueling process." I spoke lowly, unable to take my eyes off of Megan. She started playing with the lollipop, licking all around it and deep throating it. 

"Mmmm..."

"Professor Knowles, are you okay?" I heard a student ask me.

I choked, realizing I just moaned out loud. "Um..I apologize y'all, I'm not feeling too well. I'm going to try to get through this lesson." I spoke, eyeing Megan as I seen her quietly laughing at me. 

I got something for her ass. 

"...Uhmm...mixing!" I spoke, snapping my fingers, remembering what I was talking about. "Yes, mixing..mixing requires a lot of components, and..." I paused for a second and cleared my throat, still watching Megan. "Over this section of mixing, I will be covering various topics and methods required in mixing, like something called a crossfade—aahh." I stumbled over my words, losing my train of thought as Megan started flicking her tongue at me.

I seen Megan's mouth drop and students start murmuring and reacting to me moaning accidentally once again and I put my hand over my mouth. I was so embarrassed, even though majority of the students were satisfied with what they heard and wanted to hear more from what I heard by ear-hustling their side conversations that weren't so quiet. 

"Okay, okay, let's settle down." I announced. "I apologize for that sudden...outburst." I said, motioning my hands. "I'm really not feeling too good today, and my body is really going through it." I lied. "But let's continue on. Um...can anyone tell me the difference between mixing and mastering?" I asked, to get some of the attention off of me. 

A student raised their hand and I pointed to him to go ahead and speak. 

"Mixing is like focusing on the detailed parts of the song and adding things, while mastering is just making sure the song sounds good overall." He explained.

I nodded my head. "In general, yes, you are correct. But I'm going to go into a little more detailed explanation, great job." I said. "The difference between mixing and mastering is that mixing requires multiple tracks that are combined into one track, while mastering works to fine tune a single track. Mixing works with individual instrument elements and tracks to complete a song and achieve balance, while mastering works with a complete song to make it achieve balance with other songs. Mastering is about the final sound quality of the whole body of work. You cannot master a recording without mixing it first. So overall, mixing focuses on individual tracks and their elements within a song and mastering is applied to the entire track or album as a whole to ensure a cohesive listening experience across the board." 

I watched Megan spit on the lollipop and start sliding it in and out her mouth as fast as she could. When I felt my pussy soak even more and my legs get shaky, I put my hand over my pelvis and walked weakly over to my desk. "I'm sorry class, but I don't feel well, so I'm going to cut class short and dismiss you all early. I'm going to put a link on Blackboard to get you all familiar with mixing elements. Have a good day." I rushed out. I grabbed my belongings from my desk not even waiting for the the students to clear out of the lecture hall. 

I said my final goodbyes to the students as they looked confused, slowly packing up their things. I walked up the steps of the lecture hall and when I walked past where was Megan was sitting, I gave her a look and gritted at her for her to come to my office. 

I'm going to destroy her ass for the bullshit she just pulled in my class.

*

I ran my right hand up Megan's stomach, devouring her. 

"Oh, Beyoncé!" She screamed. "Yes, baby, you're so fuckin' nasty! Why are you sucking me like this!? Ohmagod!"

I quickly lifted my head up and stared at her. "Stop screaming my name before we get caught." I warned her before diving back in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, fuck!" She moaned, thrusting her hips up into my face. I used my left hand to steady her waist, due to her erratic movements, so I could eat her as best as possible. 

"Shit!" I heard her scream above me. Suddenly, I felt her hands slap down on my head, grabbing onto my hair, and she yanked my face deeper into her. I shifted my eyes up to her and seen her struggling to hold on as I feasted. She had her feet planted firmly on my desk, thrusting and bucking into my face. Maybe she was right when she said I was her best eater, because I doubt anyone has ever had her acting like this before. "Handle that shit!" She gritted. "You handling it so well baby, I love the way you eat my pus—aaahhh!" 

I moaned against her and dug my acrylics into her waist, feeling her body shaking, knowing she was about to cum good and hard. Using my right hand, I removed it off of her stomach and pushed on her inner thigh, so she would be more spread eagle for me. 

I flicked my tongue as fast as I possibly could over her clit as she cried and pleaded for me. I continuously moaned, seeing how wet she was getting from that simple action. The more I did that, the wetter she got, which I didn't even know was possible. 

Eventually, I had to stop and lean further down and lick and catch all of her juices leaking out of her. Repeating this motion several times, I decided to use my right hand to lift up her hood and lick everything that was pink and fleshy. 

Megan removed her hands from my hair and grabbed both sides of my head, covering my ears and started banging my head into her roughly as she forced her pussy more into my face.

Hearing Megan's muffled blissful, sexy moans and screams above me encouraged me even more. I let her assault me for about another sixty seconds before forcing her left leg completely open and up in the air, allowing me to easily grab up under her ass and force her more onto her upper back and neck.

"Wait, wait, wait!" She screamed. 

I stood up straight and stared at her while I took deep breaths to try to get some oxygen into my system. Damn girl was suffocating me. 

"Bey—."

I bent back down, cutting her off and forced my face back into her. Pushing on both of her opened legs, I rocked her body upward some and licked from the very top of her clit down to her ass, making sure I caught every drop of her essence. The deep, shrieking-like moan Megan let out when I licked along her ass, had me feeling myself. She kept begging me and begging me to work my skills right in that area and I did and I think I ended up giving her an orgasm just from licking her asshole. I have never eaten ass, but if I can get Megan to react like that every time, I'm willing to give it a try. 

I went back to her pussy and focused on it, cleaning up the creamy substance that was oozing out of her. When I finished, I went back up to her face and kissed her for a good ten seconds before slipping two of my fingers inside of her. 

She moaned deeply and slapped her hands against my shoulders. I pulled away from her lips only by a couple of inches and stared deeply into her eyes. "This is what you wanted right? You wanted me to fuck you? This is what you've been waiting on, huh?" I asked her deeply.

She nodded her head and kissed my bottom lip, pulling on it gently. She moaned out and let it go, throwing her head back and digging her nails into my shoulders.

"Use words, Megan."

"Yes." She said softly. "Yes, yes, yes!" She screamed. "Yes, baby, this is what I wanted. Oh my goddddd."

I held a slight smirk on my face and stood up straight, looking down at how her body was moving and reacting to me. I studied every twitch of her hip, the way her stomach became sunken in with every stroke of my fingers, the way her inner thigh muscles visibly flexed and the way her pelvis matched the exact thrust and upward motion of my fingers.

"Y-y-you....sofuckingdeep...ohshit....mmmm, baby please." She whined.

I forced my left hand into her agape mouth and held onto her bottom row of teeth, while I turned the intensity up a notch. 

I swear, I love begging, submissive Megan.

*

I slammed my double doors in my room, going off on Megan as I took off my coverup for my outfit. I'm so glad Honour is staying with my mama for the night, because that dinner with Trent was a disaster and I need to check her. I don't know why I thought Trent and Megan could be cordial for a simple dinner. All I wanted was for all of us to talk and move on from Honour's birthday party, since Megan and I are officially together again and this time is going to be different. We're serious and I'm sure we're going to move towards marriage very soon. 

And with Trent being Honour's father, he has a right to know that Megan is going to be around Honour full time and is going to be raising his child with me. Wanting to show Trent some respect in our family dynamic and finally being honest with him, led to a whole bunch of mess and Megan arguing with Trent the entire time. I just wanted them to work out their differences and be cordial for Honour's sake.

"I can't believe you aired us out like that, Megan! Did you have to tell him everything, baby!?" I yelled. "He didn't need to know how you were fucking me during your sophomore year, Megan!"

"What did you expect, Beyoncé!? That nigga started everything! He thought he was tough and was talking shit, like I ain't snatch you from him before! He really thinks he's still your husband and he can fuck you whenever he wants to! You need to check that shit!" She pointed at me. "He shouldn't feel comfortable saying that shit when y’all have been divorced for months, Beyoncé!"

I sucked my teeth and let out a small whine, walking over to her. "Baby, you know he doesn't have access to me like that, right? It's been months since he last touched me. He could never and will never touch me again. You believe me right?" I asked as I approached her. I placed my hand on the back of her neck and rubbed on it.

She rolled her eyes and mugged me. "You're always trying to sweet talk me and play innocent when I call out some bullshit." She stated. "Yeah, I believe you, but you better check that nigga, I'm serious." She warned me.

"And I will. You know I don't want anyone but you, baby." I smiled at her.

"Prove it to me." She smirked at me

"Prove it to you? Prove it to you how?" I asked her.

"Yes, prove it to me and put that mouth to work." She bit her lip and I giggled.

I shook my head with a smile and squatted down in front of her. I'm sure I'm going to have a long night ahead of me.

*

Megan Pete

I put my acrylic to my mouth, gently biting down on it as I watched her grab at the hem of my pants, but then she suddenly stopped and looked around. 

"What?" I asked her.

"I need to tie my hair up." She stated.

"No, you don't. Matter of fact..." I pulled the rubber band that was holding her up and down style ponytail and slid it off of her hair. "Keep your hair just like that. Don't touch it."

"Megan, you want all of my hair down? How are we—."

"I know, Bey. Don't touch it. I want your long hair flowing down your back as you eat my pussy. Okay?"

She nodded her head and I grabbed her face roughly. "Speak!" I gritted as I gently pulled her face up towards me.

"Yes daddy." She replied.

"Mmmm..." I bent down and place a gentle kiss to her lips before letting her face go and forcing her head down.

Beyoncé ended up pushing me back onto the bed and freeing me of my clothing. She kneeled down on her knees in front of me and got to work the best way she knows how. I watched her, staring deeply into her eyes as she stared back at me. Tilting her head to her right, she laid it against my inner thigh and stuck her tongue out to the side, licking me up. 

I groaned and sat up on my elbows, watching her every move. After licking me like that for only a minute or two to warm me up and get my clit as hard as possible, she turned it up a notch and started licking and sucking every inch of me. Forcing my hand into her hair, I balled a fistful of her roots up between my fingers and bobbed her head up and down as she ate. 

"Good girl, baby, mmmmm." I moaned, never breaking eye contact from her. She was now no longer focused on me though. She was too busy eating and trying to suck up my juices to worry about sharing eye contact with me still. 

It's about to be a long night.

*

I sucked in a deep breath as I stood at the edge of the bed, drilling into Beyoncé. She takes this dick too fucking well. I yanked harder on her hair and wrapped it up around my wrist. 

Beyoncé's hair is so damn long, it really turns me on and makes me act even rougher with her during sex. Being able to pull and yank on her hair turns me into a different type of animal. 

"Fuck, Megan, mmm." She moaned out. 

I smacked her ass with my free, right hand and then place it on her right shoulder. "Throw it back at me, don't get lazy, baby." I demanded of her. 

She leaned her body down more and deepened her arch before throwing her ass back at me how I like. Licking my lips, I was in a trance, watching how her ass moved like a damn tidal wave. 

"Mhm, mhm...yes Yoncé..." I moaned out. Hearing her ass clapping, my mouth fell open and I started thrusting harder into her as she matched my stroke. "I love how you take this dick, baby, shitt..." I cried out. 

She moaned out for me and threw her right hand back towards me and I pushed it away from me. 

"Megan!" She screamed out. 

The next thing I knew, she slammed back against the strap and pulled herself off of it, leaving it soaked and started squirting. 

I violently snatched her back towards me, still having a death grip on her hair and pulled her straight up to me. 

"Daddy, please!" She begged me. 

"You need a break, baby?" I whispered in her ear. 

She whined and nodded her head. I let my right hand travel down to her pussy and I started playing in it. She leaned her head back on my shoulder while I kissed on her neck. 

"Baby." She moaned out.

"Hmm....." I hummed out, rubbing on her soaking wet lips and clit for a few more seconds.

She didn't reply to me, instead she only let out sexual sighs and I removed my hand from her pussy and forced my wet fingers, courtesy of her, up to her mouth. 

Without saying a word, she knew what to do. She opened her mouth and soon I felt her tongue licking all over my fingers before she closed her mouth on them and sucked as hard as she could.

"Goddamn..." I moaned out. "You so nasty, Yoncé. How you get so nasty, baby?" I asked her as I repositioned the strap and carefully slipped back inside of her.

"Y-youuuuu." She mumbled in response, making me smile.

"Me?" I questioned, removing my fingers from her mouth. 

"Mmmm mhm." She nodded her head. "F-fo-for y-you."

I slowly stroked her, holding onto her hip carefully, sliding her on and off the strap. "You like being a nasty lil slut for me, don't you?" I asked.

"Mmmm." She moaned.

"Answer me, Giselle." I said, yanking on her hair even more and slapping her ass.

"Yessss daddyyyyy."

Forcing her to bend over once again, I placed my hand on her stomach, helping her arch her body the way I wanted it and making her ass pop even more.

Sliding in and out of her, I sighed deeply, letting my mouth fall open at the sight. I frowned, watching how Bey was soaking the strap. "My God." I moaned out. "Wet ass pussy."

"You like what you see, daddy?" She spoke, looking back at me. 

"Yes, Yoncé." I replied lowly. 

She laughed, slightly moaning and forced her head down onto the pillow in front of her, slowing down and looking weak as hell. 

I wrapped her hair tighter around my wrist by twisting my wrist in circles, creating a strong hold. She whined, throwing her head back.

"That's right, Yoncé." I encouraged her, smacking her ass.

"Harder baby." She begged me. 

I bit my lip and drew my right hand back and landed a brutal smack to her ass, making her cry out in pain. I looked down and seen more of her cum coating the strap and I smiled. "You love that rough shit, huh? You wanna be bruised up and damn near bloody when I'm putting it down."

She nodded her head and kept throwing her ass back at me.

"Freaky ass bitch." I mumbled barely audible, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear me. "I love your ass, Beyoncé. You never gonna give my pussy away to anyone else. You're locked in with me for life, okay?"

"Yes, Megan! Ohhh my godddd, yes daddy! Like that baby, shit! You so good with the dick!" She yelled.

"You won't find anyone better than me, remember that." I said, landing a smack to her ass.

She threw her head back with her eyes closed. "I know, baby. Choke me, choke me." She begged me.

I put my right hand on the front of her throat while still holding and pulling on her hair. 

"Harder daddy, choke me harder." She cried out. 

The more Beyoncé begged for me to choke her harder, the closer I was to cumming. After the sixth or seventh time of her repeating herself for me to choke her harder, I threw my head back, reaching my peak and digging my nails into her neck. 

"Aaahh..fuck, baby! Shit Beyoncééé!"

She stopped her movements and removed my hands off of her neck and pushed me down flat on her bed, climbing on top of me. She smiled at me, hovering over the strap. I watched her every movement as she grabbed the base of the strap and slid down on it, making me grab her hips. 

"Damn, baby."

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she leaned down to my face, kissing me, never slowing down her rhythm. I moaned and grabbed onto her hair, yanking on it while she moved from my lips to my ear, licking at it and saying all kinds of freaky shit that made me cum unexpectedly. 

"Shiiittt!" I screeched, feeling my feet flex unwillingly, my toes curl and my legs start shaking. 

"Looks like you can't handle Yoncé." She whispered. 

I groaned and she placed a gentle kiss to my forehead before removing my hands from her hair. I quickly grabbed onto her hair once again with a tight grip and she whined. 

"Baby, let my hair go. I'm gonna ride reverse." 

I stared at her and did as she said but quickly grabbed her neck, forcing her closer to my face. "I love you." I mumbled. 

She chuckled and kissed my lips. "You just love my pussy and how good I'm riding you."

"That's true, but I love you for who you are as a person, I just love you more, because you have some good ass sex and the wettest pussy, besides mines, ah!"

"Hush!" She laughed. She pecked my lips before turning around reverse cowgirl while the strap was still inside of her. 

"Yes mama, damn..." I moaned out, gripping her ass. "You a freaky bitch that loves taking dick, baby, seriously."

"I'll show you a bitch, Megan." She laughed. "I didn't mean it in a disrespectful—." Before I could finish, she started riding hard as hell, placing her palms on the mattress in between my legs. 

Oh, she's about to go in

She started rocking back and forth while altering between sliding up and down on the strap. I never thought I would ever find a woman who rides as well as I do, but dammit Professor Knowles always proves me wrong. 

Who would've thought a woman portraying as sexually conservative and innocent would be such a freaky bitch who is so damn good at fucking. 

"Fuck baby, this dick is all in my stomach." She whined.

I grunted and gripped her ass with my left hand and grabbed onto the end of her hair with my right hand. "Yes Yoncé, fuck tha shit outta me." 

She looked back at me and leaned forward, placing her elbows on the mattress, throwing her ass in circles in the air. Pulling me with her some, I sat up and removed my left hand from her ass and rested it on the bed, having to use it as my only support and lean back on. I rose up a couple of inches of the bed, thrusting into her as she threw her ass back at me. 

"Damn, Beyoncé." I moaned out. 

"You so good with the dick, daddy! Fuck me harder." She pleaded. 

"You wearin' me out baby, shit!" I complained. 

"Never mind, just lay back, I got this." She spoke.

I scoffed. "You got this?" I said with an attitude. Not her trying to act like I can't handle her. 

"Just relax, I got this, my hips are gonna hypnotize you anyway." She bragged, pushing on my shoulder, making my arm bend and causing me to lose my balance. I fell onto my back, avoiding crushing my arm, thankfully, and let Beyoncé take over and do her thing. 

"Woah dere, goddamn." I mumbled as she took full control and rode me like never before. I watched intently as her hips bounced, she twerked and gyrated like she was in one of those old school low rider cars with hydraulics. "You buckin' at me and ridin' like you in a hydraulic car or somethin' is gonna make a beast come out of me. That's what you want?" I asked her. 

"I ride like hydraulics baby? I like that. You mad you can't keep up or something though?"

"Is that a challenge?" I spoke with an attitude. 

"Don't start crying." She laughed. "I already told you to lay back and let Yoncé handle this." She shushed me. 

"Bey—." I couldn't even get her name out when she slammed down as hard as she could on the strap and started bouncing like crazy. I tried to hold onto her waist with a tight grip, but it was getting more and more difficult by the second. 

"Now...what...were...you...sayin'?" She looked back at me with a smirk, knowing I was at a loss for words. It felt so fucking good, too damn good. 

"The hair just made it worse huh baby? You can't handle this good shit Yoncé is throwing at you. It's all too much baby?"

I moved my legs, slightly feeling them shaking and placed my feet firmly on the mattress. 

"What's wrong?" Beyoncé chuckled at me. "Fuck me back, baby. You're getting a little weak huh? Even your grip is slipping. Can't handle all this ass can you?"

See, she thinks she's funny. 

"Shut up." I said, slapping her ass. 

I reached for my phone, while she started making her ass clap with all her damn bouncing. I need to be able to see this every time I want to, because Bey is going crazy right now and she's never rode me like this before. She's on another level and maybe she's finally giving me all of her, sexually. She's finally allowing me to see all of what she can do instead of holding back. 

I unlocked my phone and went to my camera to start a video recording. Every time I need to cum and I'm away from Bey, I'm gonna use this as a reference. 

Beyoncé continued to go crazy and ride me like a damn maniac until I lost count of how many times I came and to the point I couldn't tell when she was cumming. When she finally decided to call it quits, she laid down beside me, breathing heavily.

"Tap me on the shoulder if you want another round, okay?" She said cockily. 

I squinted my eyes at her while she held a smirk on her face and kissed my cheek. I wanted to cuss her out so bad, but she and I both knew she put in work and I was struggling to keep up with her energized ass. 

She caught me slipping this one time, but it won't happen again. 

She turned her back to me and laid on her side while I looked down at my phone in my hand and stopped recording. This is definitely going to come in handy when I'm away and on tour. 

*

Exhausted, I got up hearing my alarm go off on my phone. Bey doesn't even know, but I have to fly back to L.A. to put the finishing touches on my album 'Good News' that's being released in November. I didn't want to upset her and I didn't want her to be distraught if I told her, because I know I would've had her come with me, knowing she shouldn't. Bey needs to focus on her classes and teaching, not about me and my engagements and I refuse to pull her away from that. 

I turned my alarm off and went to go get ready. After completing my hygiene, I packed a small duffle bag of items before I called Farris to tell him to let the driver know that I was ready.

I opened my duffle bag and pulled out a stack of cash and threw it onto Bey's bed next to her. She deserves some bread after last night. Pussy is just too damn good. 

I decided to write Bey a little note explaining where I was going and why she had a stack of money laying next to her. I smiled before kissing the note, staining it with my lipstick and heading downstairs.

Beyoncé and I are locked in forever. She's never going anywhere.

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Beyoncé Knowles

I stood in front of my small group of five students, trying to get them to harmonize with my infamous riff that I sing for my Music Fundamentals I class each semester. 

"Brianna, you have to breathe, that's why you're falling short. You have to learn to time your breathing and when to take a slight breath while singing." I explained, interrupting the other students. "Let's try it again from the top." I announced. 

I counted them off and they all started singing together once again. 

"Devin, use your chest voice fully, stop trying to use your head voice, please. I can hear you straining." I spoke as I snapped my fingers to them singing. "Someone sounds flat, fix it!" I yelled, closing my eyes, concentrating on hearing how their voices were blending together and what sounded out of place. "Y'all should not be making these mistakes!" I said, opening my eyes and pacing back and forth in front of them. "I've already lectured on head voice versus chest voice, what it is and when you should use which." I spoke over their singing. "You know what, let's stop and I'm going to run through it again."

I continued to pace in front of them, trying to find the right words to say. I looked at each student and spoke up. "What I need y'all to understand is that you need to stay in your range. I don't want you all straining your voice to hit notes that you know you cannot hit. Not everyone here is a soprano, so I can't expect those of you who aren't to hit the notes exactly like a soprano would, but I need you to hit the correct notes and sing the riff the correct way. For instance, my vocal range is Mezzo-Soprano. I can hit notes from G2–G#5–F6. I possess a three-octave vocal range that's just shy of four. Now when I do this riff, it is perfect and exactly how I wanted it to sound when I first created it. I'm going to sing it all for you again."

I cleared my throat and sung and when I finished, I explained exactly how I sung it. 

"So you all see, when I sung the riff, I used my chest voice and it was exceptionally clear. I even gave you a glottal onset on the 'ah' sound and then migrated to a 'ooo' sound with a slightly glottal offset. You could hear the resonance change as I hit each note in it's nuance. The higher notes had more of a brightness to them than the lower notes. The reason why my voice has stayed in tact and I can sing like this is, because I've been keeping my voice healthy. This class is to help aspiring singers, such as yourselves, enhance your vocal abilities and unlock your full potential. There are several ways to do this, which is why I put so much emphasis on breathing techniques. One of the fundamental aspects of vocal training is mastering proper breathing techniques. Adequate breath support is crucial for producing powerful and sustained notes, such as the riff I've challenged you all with. Vocal techniques that I use is the backbone of my great vocal range, along with training and vocal health."

Once I finished my small segment of lecturing, I had my students go over the riff until they got it perfect and the way I wanted it to sound until class ended. 

I'm glad I only have this class today, because it can be very draining. 

*

I sat on the piano bench in the music hall I used for my Vocal Coaching class. After I dismissed the students, I decided to stay for a little bit and write down some thoughts that have been in my head since last night. With what Megan and I did last night, I can barely focus on anything else, but her and that amazing sex. Megan really inspired me, especially with what she was saying to me. I can't wait to FaceTime her later and show her what I came up with. 

I looked down at the lyrics I had in my notebook and read through them. 

Oh, she got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there

Don't act like you don't know, giddy up, giddy up

Don't pay me in gold, giddy up, giddy up

Back outside, I'm on the road, giddy up, giddy up

When the sun goes down (It's night-night, hey)

Can hear her body howl (In the moonlight, hey)

I feel her eyein' me like owls (It's on sight, hey)

Hide your man when the hangman come in town (Ooh, yikes)

She's a tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it

Make it look so good, try to justify it

Girl, you know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?

Ride it like hydraulics, I am such a tyrant

Every time I ride it, every time I ride this

I don't like to sit up in the saddle, girl, I got it

Just relax, I got this, I got that exotic

Hips are so hypnotic, I am such a tyrant

Send me some shots, are you with me or not?

Throw it back, shoot up the bar

Then tell the law we don't remember nothin' after that

Scot-free, whole city after me

Have you seen her? 5'9'', thick and fine, what a tragedy

Hey, hey, ridin' you while we tryna get away

Ridin' you while we tryna catch a wave

That's so sexy and I know it, and I ain't afraid to show it

Baby, I'm goated, baby, I'm glowin'

Hey, hey, on the run, run

Tap me on the shoulder when you reload the gun

Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it

Make it look so good, try to justify it

Girl, you know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?

Ride it like hydraulics, I am such a tyrant

"Oh, Ms. Knowles." I heard someone say.

I looked up from my notebook and saw Victoria. 

Not now.

I placed my notebook down on top of the piano. "Victoria...what are you doing here?" I asked as she walked over towards me. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone else would be in here. It's usually empty when I come to write and clear my mind." She explained. 

When she approached me, I eyed her and noticed she seemed a little off. I tilted my head to the right, sensing her vibe and a sort of timidness and I patted the empty spot next to me on the piano bench. "Come sit." I encouraged her. 

Even though Victoria and I have had issues in the past, the last thing I want is for a student to feel uncomfortable or for them to be going through tough times and they feel like they can't talk to me about it. As a Professor, I do more than just give these kid's knowledge. A lot of time I'm their therapist or the only person they can talk to. 

"There?" She questioned. "That close to you?"

"Yes." I nodded with a slight laugh. "I don't bite. And I know you're going to behave, so I have nothing to worry about."

She gave me a look and I frowned, realizing that she could have taken what I said about biting as a sexual innuendo. I mentally rolled my eyes, forgetting that I have to choose my words wisely around this one. "Just come." I motioned her.

She just stared at me and I shook my head. Dammit Beyoncé. Choose better words. 

"Sit down." I demanded. 

She cautiously walked over to me and sat down. 

"Do I scare you Victoria?" I asked her, staring directly into her eyes.

"No, you're just...intimidating. And after our last conversation, I get the feeling that you don't like me very much. Probably hate me."

I laughed. "I don't hate anyone. I don't think I have it in me to hate a person. I don't dislike you, I just dislike the compromising position you put me in Victoria."

We stared at each other in silence for a little bit. 

"I'm sorry that I'm attracted to you. I felt a vibe and I was wrong."

I sighed. "You definitely weren't wrong." I stated truthfully. There is a vibe between Victoria and I. An intense vibe. We share a lot of similarities and everything comes naturally, just like how it did with Megan. "It's just something that can't happen." I explained. "I was and am in a relationship, regardless, and what you did caused a significant amount of damage; including trouble, hurt and grief for me. I'm your Professor anyway, and we cannot interact in the manner you want. I want you to understand that and respect the boundaries."

"It's hard...looking at you and not thinking about—."

"I know." I cut her off. "Trust me, I know exactly how you feel, Victoria." I said, briefly thinking about Megan and how our relationship came about, because she couldn't control herself around me. 

"Does this happen to you often?" She asked me.

I laughed. "Not to this extent, but yes, it does. Every semester, I can always point out a group of at least five from each class who shows interest in me or I can tell have a crush on me, but not in the way you've come at me." 

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I've always been straightforward." She said.

"Oh, I know." I chuckled. "Believe me. I know someone exactly like you." I smiled. She's just as persistent as Megan, honestly. 

It fell to a comfortable silence once again and I felt myself slowly getting sucked in by her brown eyes. Dammit.

"So." I cleared my throat. "You said you come here to write and clear your mind. Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" I asked.

She sighed. "Not right now, maybe at a later date."

I nodded my head and smiled. "I respect that."

"But I see you're writing." She said happily, pointing to my notebook. 

"Yes." I grinned. "I had a lot...happen to me..and I needed an outlet to express myself." 

"Hmm..." She nodded her head. "You smell so good, by the way." She said. 

I giggled and thanked her.

"Like....so good." She stared at me. 

Uh oh. Please don't let her say what Megan said to me that time she said I smelled good. 

I waited for her to say something else, but surprisingly she remained silent and I thanked God. If I would've had to tell Megan what Victoria said to me and how sexual she was being with me, I would've had to come clean about all of my lies. There would've been no way around her whooping Victoria's ass and then whooping my ass for lying about all of this. 

Knowing that she was itching to say something that was on the tip of her tongue, I stood up and she grabbed my wrist, stopping me. 

"Victoria." I said deeply. 

The longer I'm around this girl, the more trouble I'm going to be in. She's exactly like Megan, it's scary. It would be so easy to give in and risk it all, but the aftermath is what will be the death of me. I refuse to hurt Megan anymore. 

I snatched away from Victoria and leaned down into her, but still maintained a safe distance from her. 

"Don't play with me, okay?" I said sternly. 

The look she gave me was almost like she was trying to seduce me. I need to stay away from Victoria before she sucks me in and Megan kills the both of us.

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Megan Pete

Victoria sat next to me in Beyoncé's class as she lectured and now is the time to really get to know her and put my plan into action. Victoria has no clue about my true intentions in getting to know her. She's oblivious, which makes her open up to me so freely, and the fact that she's a fan of mine also has a lot to do with it. She was sitting extremely close to me, still fangirling at the fact that we're cool and I was willing to talk to her. 

For the last couple of months, she has been flirtatious and I've been flirting back. But right now though, she's being extremely flirtatious and I'm matching her energy with her fine ass. 

"So, Halloween is like my favorite holiday and I'm throwing a party. Do you wanna come?" I asked her.

"Of course!" She said excitedly. "Who wouldn't want to party with Thee Stallion?"

I smiled at her and leaned into her ear. "Great...I'll give you my number." I said sensually.

I noticed her breathing pick up and I smirked, holding my hand out, waiting for her to give me her phone. She eyed me down, looking like she wanted to pounce. 

"You gonna give it to me?" I asked, choosing my words wisely to specifically trigger her and make her have sexual thoughts. 

"Yes." She said quickly. "Wait..." She shook her head. "Give you what?" She said breathlessly. 

"Your phone, Victoria." I said lowly. 

She hummed and pulled out her phone, giving it to me. I took it and put my number in her contacts. I smiled to myself, seeing her eyeing me down in my peripheral. 

After saving my number, I gave her—her phone back and looked directly into her eyes. "You can use my number anytime." I smiled.

She cleared her throat and gazed into my eyes. "Anytime?" She asked me. 

I leaned into her ear once again. "Any-time..." I whispered. 

I heard a slight moan come from her mouth and she grabbed onto my left hand and rubbed on my fingers. She started guiding my hand into her lap and held my hand over her core. 

"I feel like you're giving me a vibe and I want to test it out." She mumbled. 

"Okay class." Beyoncé said. "Gather your things, so we can go to the studio for the rest of the time." She announced. 

"We can test it right now. Take me to the bathroom." I told her boldly. 

She quickly packed up her things and practically dragged me to the bathroom. If Beyoncé noticed us, she's going to be on my head. But this is something small compared to all the shit she's done to me. I want to believe her about Victoria, I even do to a certain extent, but my intuition is telling me that Beyoncé is lying. I'm gonna find out sooner or later, though. What's done in the dark, always comes to the light. 

*

"Are you serious, Megan!?" Beyoncé went off on me. I rolled my eyes, sitting in her office, since class ended ten minutes ago. Beyoncé is heated as hell about Victoria and I disappearing when the class went to the studio. Vic and I were M-I-A for a little bit and it had Beyoncé being paranoid and losing her mind. 

"I don't want her near you, Megan! If you think for one second I'm going to allow you to cheat on me in my face while I stand by and watch that shit and ignore it like it's not a big deal, then you got me fucked up!" She said angrily. 

Oh, ratchet Yoncé is coming out. I don't think I've ever seen her this angry and flip like this. I've never seen that nice, proper, innocent demeanor disappear like this to this extent. 

"You mad, baby?" I laughed at her, getting turned on by how she was snapping on me. 

"And you're laughing in my damn face like this shit is funny, Megan!? Are you out of your fuckin' mind!?" She yelled, pointing her finger at me. 

"A little bit." I said sarcastically. 

"You think this is a game, okay!?" She nodded her head. 

"You need to calm the hell down." I said, standing up from one of the chairs in front of her desk and walking over to her. 

"No!" She yelled. "Where did you go Megan and what were you doing with Victoria!?" She asked me. 

I approached her and got in her face. "You not finna be yelling at me like this and expect me to give you an answer." I mugged her. 

"Did you fuck her Megan?" She gritted. 

"No." I stated truthfully. "She asked me to go to the bathroom with her. She used the bathroom and we talked for a few minutes." I lied. 

Beyoncé squinted her eyes at me and shook her finger at me. "You expect me to believe that you, you, Megan Thee Stallion, went to the bathroom with a student, who is obviously a fan of yours and has been up your ass since the first day you stepped foot into my class; only talked with this student in the bathroom?" She asked. "You must think I'm stupid, and a naive bitch who can't see the signs!" She mushed me in my face.

I immediately grabbed her wrist and forced her against her bookshelf she was standing near that was by her desk. "I'll slap tha shit outta you, don't put your hands on me." I gritted at her. 

"Fuck you." She mugged me. "Get the fuck off of me and leave my office. And don't think about coming to my house. Go stay in a hotel."

I laughed at her and let her wrist go. "You're saying this now, but you'll be singing a different tune later on, literally and figuratively."

"You're insane if you think you're going to fuck your way out of fucking another bitch during my class, Megan, you disrespectful ass—."

"What?" I asked her. "What? Disrespectful ass what Beyoncé?" I asked, getting in her face.

She shook her head as she mugged me. "Leave my office."

"Exactly." I whispered only a couple of centimeters from her face. "Now when you come home, you better be ready." I kissed her lips and she shoved me back. 

"Stop fuckin' playin' wit me." She raised her finger up, pointing it directly at my forehead. 

"I'll break your fucking finger." I stated lowly, grabbing at her neck. "Now chill out. I'll see you at home." I warned her. 

"If you show up to my house, I will call the police on your ass." She threatened me. 

"I wanna see you do it." I grinned at her. "I'll see you in a couple of hours." I kissed her lips once more and let her neck go.

I left her office, laughing to myself. Beyoncé really thinks I had sex with Victoria and she's spiraling. I only kissed the girl, even though I wanted to do way more with her. But I need to wait until Victoria reveals to me what she did or did not do with Beyoncé. Then if she admits that they did kiss, I can indulge in her and fuck her like I warned Beyoncé I would if I found out she was lying to me. 

*

Hottieween Party

I danced and turned up with my friends, enjoying my Halloween Party. Victoria was having fun while I had her glued to my hip almost the entire time. She has opened up more to me, been flirting with me all night and grinding on me every chance she got as we danced together. 

When I decided to do my 'Drive the Boat' ritual after Vic and I switched costumes, I grabbed Victoria first in the medium sized circle of people I had surrounding me and I smiled at her. 

After having a few of the people I call friends or even associates drive the boat, I took Victoria over to the small mini bar and sat down on one of the barstools. 

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked her. 

"Yes, Megan." She said happily as she sat down on the stool next to me. "Thank you so much for flying me out private and allowing me to party with you and your celebrity friends. It really lifted my spirits." She smiled warmly at me. 

"Lifted your spirits?" I questioned. "You've been upset or sad about something?" I pried. 

"Yes, I think I fucked up...badly, and now I might fail one of my classes." She revealed. 

"Really?" I asked surprisingly. "What class?"

"Music Production II." She spoke lowly.

"With Professor Knowles? The same class we're in together?" I questioned in confusion. "Why would you fail her class? From what I've seen, you're very educated on the subject matter and it seems like you enjoy the class."

"I know..I know." She whispered. "I need a drink before I can even talk about this."

I motioned to the bartender to get Victoria a drink and she ended up giving her a small cup of D'Usse. Victoria downed the brown liquor and choked some as she slammed the cup down on the bar. 

"You ready to talk about it?" I asked. 

She sighed. "Ms. Knowles...I know she hates me." She said solemnly. 

"What? Bey—." I caught myself and shook my head. "Professor Knowles doesn't hate anyone—...well, I mean, I doubt she would. She doesn't even seem like the type of person who could hate someone else. I don't think she has a hateful bone in her body." I explained. 

"You know, she said something very similar to that." She pointed at me. "But it seems like more recently, she's been giving me this vibe like she doesn't like me."

I laughed. "Now why, out of all people, would she not like a quiet and good student like you?"

She shook her head. "Excuse me, can I have another drink please?" She asked the bartender. 

Damn, Bey really has this girl's head messed up. There has to be more than what she told me. If nothing happened between her and Victoria, there's no reason why she would have this girl like this. Or maybe it's because Bey thinks I slept with her, so she's being spiteful to Victoria.

Once Victoria downed another cup of D'Usse, she looked at me. "I can trust you, right?" She asked me.

"C'mon Vic, it's me. We've gotten closer over the semester, you can trust me. We're friends, just say what's on your mind."

"I shouldn't be telling you this. She told me never to tell anyone." She spoke.

"Who?" I questioned.

"Ms. Knowles." She sighed. "......I...I kissed her a couple of semesters back in her Music Production I class. Then not that long ago we had an intense conversation about that situation and I think I pissed her off..." She admitted. 

I stared at her, trying to process what she just told me. 

I knew it, deep down I knew it. I knew something was off and Bey wasn't telling me the full truth. But to hear the actual confirmation that she's been lying and hiding this since August, when I first asked her if Victoria was the one who kissed her, takes everything to another level. 

Sneaky bitch!

And she had the audacity to get pissed off, thinking that I fucked Victoria in the bathroom. Had me giving her sex so damn good to get her to stop being mad at me and to fuck her back to her sane self. She's lucky I can't get my sex back, because her lying ass doesn't deserve no pussy or dick from me. No tongue or fingers either. 

Lying ass bitch.

That's okay though. I gave her a warning, so she should already know what's about to happen. 

"So you kissed Professor Knowles?" I confirmed.

She nodded her head and asked for another drink. I'm gonna be on demon time. 

*

I opened up Beyoncé's front door with the key she gave back to me after a wild night of sex a few weeks back, that had her begging me to marry her and had her squirting like never before on the strap. I decided to fly back here after I finished fucking Victoria. I got us a hotel room when the Hottieween Party ended and she was so drunk, unfortunately, she was only coherent for me fingering her in the car on the way to the hotel. By the time I got her up to the room and laid her down on the bed, her drunk ass passed out on me, so I let her be. 

I'm not the type of bitch who's desperate to fuck and willing to take unconscious pussy. I can get sex whenever, wherever with whoever. I'm Megan Thee Muthafuckin' Stallion, I don't need to snatch pussy from a bitch who's passed out. 

I am willing to spin the block on Victoria though. She has some good ass pussy just from what I seen when I fingered her and I would love to be extra petty to Beyoncé and do it just to spite her. 

Climbing up Beyoncé's stairs, I hurriedly walked to her room and pushed open the double doors. She was still sleeping, considering it was only seven in the morning on a Sunday. Going over to her, I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up violently. 

"What the hell!? Megan!" She screamed as her eyes popped open. 

"Good morning, lying ass bitch." I said with a sinister smile. 

"Megan, what—." Before she could even finish, I wrapped my hand around her neck. "I warned you didn't I? I told you if I find out you're lying about Victoria, I would fuck her and then beat your ass, so guess what happened?" I laughed still choking her. "She told me that she kissed you and then I fucked her. That pussy was so wet for me too." I said before licking my lips. "And now I'm about to beat your ass like I promised." I said lowly. "See what happens when you get people to open up to you and confide in you? The truth comes out, Beyoncé."

I forced her to lay down as she clawed at my arms and tried to hit me. "Fight back, Bey." I taunted her. 

She struggled, while I knew it was getting harder and harder for her to breathe. With the last little bit of strength she had, she clawed at my cheek and I stepped back from her, letting her go. 

"Bitch did you just scratch me in my face?" I asked as she went into a coughing spell. I grabbed her roughly and stood her up. "I'm sick of you lying to me. Imma show you what I do to liars. And then you gonna scratch me in my face? You're done."

"Megan!" Bey called out to me.

"We can talk after I finish whooping your ass." I pushed her and she stumbled back and fell on the floor. 

"Baby, please!" She begged me.

"I don't want to hear it." I laughed, walking closer to her and trying to grab at her. 

She held her arm up, trying to block me and I pushed it down. Grabbing her silk pajama tanktop, she ended up swinging her other arm up and slapping me across my face. Hard as hell might I had. I stood in shock, grabbing my chin and moving my jaw from side to side. Heavy handed ass bitch. 

"You need to relax and let me explain myself! Let me talk to you, Megan!" She yelled. 

"You gonna slap me in my face?" I asked her.

"Baby, I'm sorry, let me tal—."

I backhanded her in a blind rage as a natural reaction, making me completely switch. 

"Shit, Megan!" She screamed.

I didn't realize the full extent of what I did and didn't come back to until I saw Bey holding her mouth that was leaking blood. She struggled to get off of the floor and I rushed to her, trying to help her. 

"Stay away from me with your crazy ass!" She yelled at me before rushing off to her bathroom.

I sighed and follower her. I told her I was gonna beat her ass, but I guess I took it a little too far. When she slapped me, all I saw was red. 

"Bey, I'm sorry." I stated, entering her bathroom. I went over to her as she rinsed her mouth out with water. My stomach turned seeing all the blood come from her mouth. I can't believe I really snapped on her like that. I was only gonna push her around and choke her out a little bit, but I didn't really want to put my hands on her like that and beat her ass forreal. 

"Get out of my house Megan! I can't believe you fucking hit me like that!" She ranted. 

"You slapped me first! It was a natural reaction, I'm sorry!" I snatched her by her arm and made her face me. "C'mere, lemme see." I told her. 

She shook her head and I seen tears flowing down her face. "Bey, I'm sorry. Please open your mouth, so I can see the damage I did."

She weakly opened her mouth and I looked in it. "I don't see anything." I said, grabbing her chin. "Poke your lip out." I demanded. She did as I said and I seen a small cut. "There it is." I mumbled. "Don't move, I'm gonna get you a bathcloth to hold over it to stop the bleeding."

I walked to her linen closet at the other end of the bathroom and grabbed a bathcloth. I walked back over to her and wet it some as Bey looked in the mirror at her lip. She started crying harder and I honestly felt so bad. 

"Stop baby, c'mere." I gently grabbed her. 

"I can't believe you really hit me like that, Megan." She cried.

"I know, I'm sorry. I blacked out." I apologized, grabbing her face and forcing the bathcloth on her bottom lip. "Hold it on there until it stops bleeding. Then we're gonna have to put some ice on it, so it won't swell too bad."

"How can I teach with my lip busted like this, Megan!? I hate you! Get out of my house!" She cried. 

"Baby—."

She slapped me and I held my face. Now that's the second time she's hit me in my face. She's pushing it. 

"Bey." I started, but she pushed me back and tried to hit me again. I grabbed her hands and got in her face. "I told you I was sorry! Stop hitting me! You hit tha fuck outta me too! Twice! Now calm down!" I yelled at her.

She started crying harder and I hugged her as she kept saying she hated me. I walked her back into her bedroom and guided her to her bed. I laid her down on it and climbed on top of her. I kissed on her face, constantly whispering how sorry I was.

"No!" Bey yelled, pushing me away from her. 

I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to the mattress before going down to her neck and kissing on it. 

"Why did you do this to me?" Beyoncé cried. 

"I'm sorry." I mumbled against her neck. "I love you." I whispered to her before going down her body. She weakly touched my shoulders, I guess trying to stop me, but was conflicted on what she really wanted. 

I roughly pulled her silk pajama shorts off, exposing her bare pussy. "Megan." She cried out for me. 

"Shhh....let me take care of you." I spoke lowly before diving into her. 

I heard her gasp loudly and moan out my name, grabbing at my head. She'll forgive me in a few minutes tops.

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Megan Pete

I stroked Beyonce's hair gently for a few more minutes before removing my arm from underneath her head. Due to my amazing skills, Beyoncé was begging me to stop and telling me that she forgave me only a few minutes after I started. My head game is lethal. 

Beyoncé knocked out after the third time I made her cum and cleaned her up. Ever since, I've been up and went to go get ice for her lip and have been taking care of her while she slept. I cuddled up to her, holding the ice on her lip for a while, thinking.

After thinking for some time, I kissed her forehead and carefully got out of her bed and left her room. I need some time to myself to really think about all that has happened in the last few hours. Going downstairs, I went outside to my rented Bugatti and got in. Speeding off, I left Beyoncé's residence and went to a nearby park to clear my mind. I still can't believe I hit her like that. I've had so much going on and with this whole Victoria situation, I've been pushed past my limit. 

Leaning my head back on the headrest, I started thinking about my parents and my grandmother, being shot, how the Black community is treating me and what the nasty ass things blogs are saying and spreading about me. I just wish my life wasn't like this. Constant heartbreak after heartbreak and the one person who I thought was in my corner, constantly lies to me and hides shit from me. 

Breaking down, I put my hands over my face and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. It felt like I cried for hours and hours and when I had no more tears left to cry, Beyoncé started blowing up my phone back to back. I put my phone on DND and decided to write down how I was feeling in my notes, ultimately leading me to create one of the most vulnerable songs I have ever written. 

Money to make and we all gon' spend it

Takin' care of my team, they wit' me

Can't complain, can't do no trippin'

Sayin' a prayer and I know he hear me

People keep sayin' I should be the bigger person

Who's gonna worry 'bout me when I'm hurtin'?

Got one more time, keep talkin' that shit

And Imma wild out and go hard on a bitch

I been stayin' up all night

My niggas in the street, I'm makin' sure they're alright

And if I tell 'em it's a issue, then it's on sight

I'm on point, let me show you what that aim like

Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'

But I really think it's you

Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'

But what you wanted me to do?

Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord

Promise to keep goin' hard, hard

All of them nights that I cried in the car

All them tears turned into ice on my arms

Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord

Promise to keep goin' hard, hard

All of them nights that I cried in the car

All them tears turned into ice on my arms

And that's why I keep goin' harder

And harder

And that's why I keep goin' harder

And harder

I got mad all over again as my thoughts lingered back to Beyoncé and Victoria. I can't believe how bad that woman lies, it's insane. I grimaced, writing my next verse, thinking about her.

"Bitch, why you wanna play with me?

And why your girl look like she got somethin' to say to me?

She a snake and you layin' in the snake pit........

'Cause she the type of bitch to fuck a bitch I'm cool with." I rapped to myself, throwing a shot at Beyoncé. I'm never going to let Beyoncé live this down. I want her to remember what she did, always and forever. And with this song, she'll never forget. 

"I don't wanna talk and I barely wanna listen

Niggas playin' tag and they all tryna get me

Gotta stay focused, gotta stay winnin'." I mumbled out loud as I typed it out in my notes. This line is definitely for Tory, the blogs, and all the niggas on social media, whether they're corny podcast niggas or fans of Tory. They want me out of here, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay and I will have longevity. 

Young bitch just tryna make these millions

You know ya really motivatin' me

I'm really happy that you mothafuckas hate me

All them hoes get quiet when I walk in

They don't bother me, I know them bitches ain't shit

Shit ain't the same and you say I'm changin'

But I really think it's you

Mad at me 'cause I'm elevatin'

But what you wanted me to do?

Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord

Promise to keep goin' hard, hard

All of them nights that I cried in the car

All them tears turned into ice on my arms

Please don't give up on me, Lord, Lord

Promise to keep goin' hard, hard

All of them nights that I cried in the car

All them tears turned into ice on my arms

And that's why I keep goin' harder

And harder

And that's why I keep goin' harder

And harder

And that's why I keep goin' harder

And harder

And that's why I keep goin' harder

And harder 

*

After going over my song multiple times, tweaking things here and there and adding ad-libs and making notes on each verse, I decided to head back to Beyonce's mansion. Pulling up, I seen her standing in the doorway, waiting on me and I rolled my eyes. Getting out of the car, I held the keys and my phone in my right hand and walked up to her front door.

"Where have you been, Megan!? It's been hours! I woke up and you were gone! Do you have any idea how worried I was!?" She ranted.

I moved past her and entered her home, mumbling a 'sorry' and she slammed the front door.

"Sorry? All I get is a nonchalant sorry, when I've been anxious and crying over you!? I almost called the police! First, you hit me like a psycho and busted my lip, then you try to eat your way into my good graces again and then you disappear on me, doing God knows what—you know what? Okay!" She said, walking away from me.

"Where are you going, Beyoncé?" I rolled my eyes as I followed behind her. 

She ignored me and I heard her mumbling to herself, but I couldn't make out exactly what she was saying. I know she's probably talking shit. In a few instances, I heard her switching back and forth between English and Creole. 

She ended up going to her massive kitchen and I rubbed my temples, not in the mood to deal with Beyoncé's shit right now. 

"What are you doing, Beyoncé? I'm not in the mood for this." I said with an attitude as I walked up directly behind her. 

I seen her pull a knife from her expensive knife set holder, and she turned around, swinging her arm at me. I dodged her by taking a step back and grabbed her arm as she lounged at me.

"What tha fuck is wrong witchu!?" I screamed at her, holding the same arm in the air that her hand was holding the knife in. 

"You hit me, manipulated me with sex to get me to forgive you and then you go out, probably fucking Victoria or some random ass person and you come back here!? Thinking it's okay!?"

I looked at her and noticed her eyes weren't their usual, light hazel color, but a shade darker. Mmm, she's really flipping out and upset with me. Someone should've told her how much this shit turns me on. This is lowkey what I live for and what I want to see. 

"You wanna act crazy with me?" I spoke lowly. 

"Get out Megan, before I stab you!" She threatened me. 

Mmm. She looks so sexy right now with her crazy ass. But she really thinks she's gonna pull a knife on me and use it and me not handle her ass?

I pushed her back, making her stumble and she tried to hold onto the island we were near for balance. "You pulled a knife out on me and I guarantee this is the last time you gonna do that shit, Beyoncé." I pointed at her.

She dropped the knife, causing a loud clanking noise to ring out and rushed over towards me. I grabbed her and forced her back against the island. 

"You must be outta your damn mind, Beyoncé! Are you serious!? Do you really want me to hit your ass again!?" I yelled. 

"Do it bitch!" She spit at me and I frowned at her in shock. This bitch is really crazy, I mean ill. Spit on me? Spit on me? Oh, I gotta put hands and feet on Beyoncé now. 

I mushed her up beside her head and backed up, watching her as I kicked off my Crocs and grabbed at the bottom of my shirt.

Beyoncé tried to rush at me again and I pushed her back before she could reach out and hit me. "You wanna fight, square up! We gonna do this the right way, since you wanna act crazy!" I said, taking my graphic tee off and throwing it on the floor. 

Standing in nothing put a bra, my jeans and my socks, I got in a sturdy fighting stance, ready to box Beyoncé's ass, after wiping her spit off of me with my right hand. I can't believe this bitch really spit on me forreal. 

She ran over to me and I leaned back, avoiding her hit and tried to grab for her. She ended up kicking her leg up, hitting me, making me double over and lean forward. She got access to my face and slapped her hand down on my face. 

"Shit!" I whispered, holding my face as I quickly stumbled back away from her, so she wouldn't hit me again. "Really, Beyoncé!?" I yelled at her.

My face and jaw were already sore from her slapping me twice earlier, now my shit is about to be swollen. Heavy handed ass.

"You busted my lip, Megan! I don't want to hear shit!" She argued.

"And you hit me twice! And you just hit me in the same fucking spot for the third time!" I yelled, tasting blood. Earlier, Beyoncé made me bleed a little bit, but not how I made her bleed. I just ended up swallowing the little bit of blood, but this time, she made my teeth cut the inside of my cheek and the side of my tongue.

Feeling my mouth fill with blood, I covered my mouth and went over to her kitchen sink. I spit out the blood in her sink and turned on the water, as I felt her presence near me. I quickly turned around, ready to swing on her if she got too close. 

"Relax, I just want to see if you're okay." She spoke, walking closer to me.

"Beyoncé, you just hit tha fuck outta me, for the third time today! Stay yo ass back!" I yelled.

"You busted my lip, Megan! It's not about to be kumbaya right away, baby! Then you up and disappeared on me! What am I supposed to think and do!?" She argued with me. 

I shook my head and looked back at her sink before spitting out some more blood. 

"Rinse your mouth out, Megan." Beyoncé said.

I rolled my eyes and did what she said and when I looked up, she was holding an ice pack.

"Beyoncé, move." 

She laughed and walked closer to me, reaching out for me.

"Stop playing!" I yelled, dodging her and stepping back.

"I'm not going to hit you, relax!" She laughed. 

"You laughing, but if I was really a fucked up person, I would punch you in yo shit and bust your lip some more, since you wanna be extra and spit on me and shit." I mugged her.

"Whatever." She mumbled, walking towards me and shoving the ice pack on my face.

I winced and she chuckled lowly. "Awww, baby, I got you good." She said, grabbing my chin.

"It's not funny with your psychotic ass. Now you're all calm and shit." I eyed her up and down. 

"I'm calm, because I got my lick back." She grinned at me. "I am sorry though. I don't want to see you hurt."

I rolled my eyes and she slowly removed the icepack and turned my face more towards her, examining it. 

"Ooo, your face might be sore for a couple of days." She mumbled, brushing her thumb over my jaw. 

I sucked my teeth at her and snatched the icepack out of her hand before pushing her away from me. I should really beat her ass for this shit. Not only did she scratch my face and I have wounds from her sharp acrylics, but now my jaw hurts, I'm bleeding, and my face is going to be sore and swollen. I walked away from her and she called out to me as I left out of her kitchen.

"Oh, now when you get the same treatment you gave me, you want to leave!? You don't like that, huh!?" She said sarcastically. 

"Beyoncé, shut up!" I yelled. "I should've been left, honestly! After that fight earlier, I should've caught a flight back home. This shit is done! I'm sick of your shit!"

"My shit!?" She ranted. "You put your hands on me and now you want to be a crybaby!?"

"Bitch, do you see me crying!?" I stopped and turned around to face her. "I took my hits like a G! Only one of us was left crying and it damn sure wasn't me!"

She grimaced at me and reached her arm out to hit me and I grabbed it and pushed her to the nearest wall. Slamming her up against it, I forced her arms up and pinned her to the wall. 

"You not gonna keep putting your hands on me, Giselle." I gritted. "I'm leaving, so let me go. We're over." I let her go and walked away, heading to the foyer. 

"You think you're going to leave me?" I heard Beyoncé question me. "After everything, you want to run out on me like I did you wrong!?"

I sighed. "Beyoncé, this isn't about who did who wrong! We both fucked up, okay!? You kept lying to me after you promised me we were going to build a solid foundation for our relationship this time around! Honesty and trust, do you remember that!? And you were lying this entire time about Victoria! I hit you after you hit me and now you wanna spit on me and bruise me up like I did you wrong!?" I questioned her as I walked towards the foyer. 

"You are doing me wrong, Megan! You busted my lip and just disappeared! I didn't know where you were! You came back here with an attitude, like you didn't want to be bothered with me!" She screamed.

I sighed. "Beyoncé, don't try to act like you were genuinely concerned about me." I shook my head. "Because there's no way in hell you could act like this, do all this shit to me and be so in love with me, when you constantly hurt me over and over again and you've been lying to me for months about Victoria!" I yelled at her as I neared her steps, almost to the foyer. 

She walked up on me and I threw my hands up and backed away from her. "Baby, I do love you. I love you so much and that's why I don't tell you everything. I was trying to protect you and your career, Megan! You don't understand that, but if I would've told you that the Victoria you know is the person who kissed me, how do you think you would've reacted!? It would've been a big mess and I could've ended up getting fired and your career would've been in jeopardy!" She explained.

"All I asked was for you to tell me the truth. If you would've told me, I could've moved past everything and just stayed away from Victoria. You had me out here looking stupid, Beyoncé! I became friends with this girl all while you knew she came onto you! I just wanted you to be honest and tell me everything! I gave you so many fucking opportunities to come clean and you ignored every last one of them!"

"I'm sorry, Megan, I'm sorry. I won't lie to you anymore." She said, rushing over to me and grabbing the back of my neck. She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me. I pulled away from her and she held onto me tightly. "I won't lie, I promise. That was the last time."

"How many times have you done this Bey!?" I said frustratedly. "Every time, you say you're sorry and how you're going to do better and be honest with me, all for it to be the same damn cycle of you lying and hiding shit from me!"

"Believe me. I swear. This time I swear to God. I swear on my baby, Megan. I swear on Honour, I won't lie to you anymore." She promised me.

"Don't you dare bring Honour into this! Don't say that shit, knowing damn well you're going to lie to me again and keep lying Beyoncé!" I pushed her away from me and shook my head at her. "What is wrong with you!? Don't you ever swear on my child, knowing all you know how to do is lie! You know you can't help yourself! All you do is lie and cheat!" I screamed.

She sighed. "Megan—."

"Oh, my bad!" I laughed sarcastically. "You know how to fuck, I'll give you that. You know how to fuck real well. You know how to work that mouth too, like a pro." I smirked at her.

She squinted her eyes at me and slowly walked up on me, staying silent. Suddenly, she slapped me and I grabbed her by her hair and forced her down to the floor. "I told you to stop fucking hitting me, Beyoncé! Now if I swing on you and fight you how I want to, then you're going to be playing victim, so stop it!"

"How dare you reduce me to that of a hoe!? All I know how to do is lie and fuck, Megan!? Seriously!? That's how you feel about me!?" She cried. 

I rolled my eyes and pushed her head away from me and walked away from her.

"No! You don't get to run away!" I heard her yell as I climbed up her steps to get upstairs, so I could go get my things. "That's all you think of me, Megan!? Never mind Beyoncé being your part-time therapist! Never mind Beyoncé still accepting you after you busted my damn lip! Never mind Beyoncé being the one who's holding you at night when I hear you crying in your sleep and when you have night terrors! Never mind Beyoncé who's always wiping away your tears when you're distraught over your parents, your grandmother and you being shot!"

I stopped climbing her steps and bent my head down.

"Never mind Beyoncé praying over you and protecting you when you're asleep in my arms!" I heard her voice crack. "Never mind Beyoncé giving her all and pouring everything into you, so much so, I neglect myself and my mental just to make sure you're feeling alright! Never mind how Beyoncé has felt throughout all of this and how I not only have to deal with my trauma, but yours too and you've never even cared about that or thanked me for that!" I heard her sobbing. 

I took a deep breath and soon I felt her warm hand on mine and I looked over at her. "That's how you feel?" I questioned. "My trauma is a burden to you?"

"No, Megan!" She yelled. "That's not what I'm saying!"

"That's what it sounds like." I mumbled.

"I love you baby, I love you so much and you just don't see that!" She said frustratedly. She grabbed my face and searched my eyes. "I've been here for you. I've looked out for you more than I have myself. I've done everything for you! I'm trying my hardest to make sure you don't spiral or go into a deep depression and you keep getting your education. But you don't even realize that. You see me as some cheap trick. I know I've lied...I know I've hurt you, but I'm trying to love you and make sure you don't do anything to risk your livelihood, Megan. I was looking out for you, us, by withholding the truth about Victoria. I didn't want to see you get locked up for hurting that girl..."

"All I wanted was the truth, Bey. Out of all of this, I never asked you for a thing. All I ever asked you was to be honest with me. I didn't even ask you to be there for me when I got shot, but when we got reacquainted, I told you to tell me the truth about Victoria when I found out her name. That's all I wanted. You should've taken that as a sign, Bey. You don't need to lie to me. I have enough people lying to me, on me and spreading lies about me and I don't need someone I lay down with at night, lying to me also."

"Okay...I won't lie to you again." She said.

She's gonna have to prove herself, because I don't believe that. And her mentioning Honour, doesn't make me believe her any more, in fact, it only pissed me off that she's using my baby's name in this bullshit. 

"And thank you...for being there for me. I know I've said thank you in general, but I've never thanked you specifically for everything you do and have done for me. So, thank you for being here for me, for being my therapist, for making sure I'm feeling okay and trying to get me back on track with school. I do appreciate everything you've done for me, even if it doesn't always seem like it."

"I love you." She whispered, rubbing my cheek. 

"I love you too, but you got one mo' time to slap me and I'm gonna do more than just backhand your ass." I warned her. 

She pouted and kissed my lips before taking me upstairs. Crazy ass.

We settled in on her California King and she forced me to lay on the front of her body as she sat behind me. 

"Where were you, Megan?" Beyoncé asked me as I stared at her television, playing Juice. 

"I was at the park not too far from here." I mumbled. "I needed to clear my mind. I was overwhelmed with my thoughts and everything that has happened today. I even ended up writing."

"Really?" She asked me. "May I see..."

I held my phone up and did my Face ID to unlock my iPhone and handed it to her. "Go to my notes. It's the most recent one. Crying In The Car." I spoke.

"Okay." She said lowly. I felt her force her hand in my hair and smoothly rub circles on my scalp.

"Oh?" I heard her say. "Bitch, why you wanna play with me? And why your girl look like she got somethin' to say to me? She a snake and you layin' in the snake pit, 'cause she the type of bitch to fuck a bitch I'm cool with." She spoke.

I tried to hold in my laugh and put my hand over my mouth.

"That's about me, Megan? You're dissing me on this song?" I nodded my head, trying not to bust out laughing.

She sucked her teeth and started rubbing my scalp harder. After a few minutes, I knew she was done going through the song, but she still hadn't given me my phone back. I know she's going through all my shit. My messages, DM's on Instagram, Twitter, my secret OnlyFans account to lurk and watch freaky shit and everything. 

"Whatchu doin'?" I asked her.

"Nothing." She mumbled.

"Give me my phone, Beyoncé. I know you're going through it." I spoke.

"Are you going to fight me for it?" She asked me.

I laughed. "I've fought you enough today, Beyoncé. I'm not trippin', but my feelings aren't gonna be hurt, so keep going through it if you want to."

"What did you just say?" I felt her sit up more, slightly making my body sit up with hers. 

I looked at her and snatched my phone out of her hand to see that she was going through my iMessages. She reached for my phone again and I sat up completely and moved away from her. 

"Why are you going through my phone?" I asked her calmly. 

"I have a right to know what you're doing, Megan. You're still in contact with people." She folded her arms over her chest. 

"Like who?" I asked her. 

"Pardi. Isn't that your ex that you were cheating on with me during your sophomore year?" She asked me.

"Beyoncé, I haven't texted him since we got back in a relationship officially. He texts me here and there, but I haven't answered him." I explained. 

"Tell me who you've been with. You don't want me lying to you anymore, so you need to come clean about your dirty deeds. I want to know everything. Everything you're hiding from me. I don't care if it was from two years ago or six months ago. I want to know every single thing." She demanded.

"Okay, that means you need to tell me everything too. Every lie you've been holding on to, dating all the way back to when we first started messing around in my sophomore year."

She shrugged her shoulders and I held my hand out. "Deal?"

"Deal." She said, shaking my hand. 

*

Beyoncé and I have been talking for a while about things we've been hiding from each other. I even admitted to her about fucking Pardi that one time when Trent revealed that Bey had two pregnancy scares. I even told her about Caresha giving me head after she made me horny in her office and refused to take care of me. Beyoncé is pissed, but this is what she wanted. The truth. And sometimes the truth hurts. 

"Now, what about you?" I asked her.

She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. "Well...I'm not hiding much, Megan. But what you don't know is that today isn't the first time I've gone through your phone. I've been going through your phone since before we became official."

"What!? Beyoncé, why are you invading my privacy!?" I yelled.

"Because I was protecting what was mines! You should've seen all the people texting you, trying to flirt with you and take you out on dates, who got your number from Farris. I wasn't going to let those people interfere with what we were doing. I knew we were going to be together and I refuse to let anyone else ruin that." She explained.

"You're crazy as hell, Beyoncé! Sick!" I said angrily, but also turned on at the same time. That jealous, crazy shit really makes me weak in the knees, but Beyoncé is seriously outta her damn mind and she shouldn't have been going through my phone while I was sleeping! 

"I know." She stated proudly. "When I tell you I love you, I mean that. You said we're locked in for life. Do you remember when you said that?" She whispered. "When you were deep in my pussy that night?" She said, placing her index finger over my lips. "When I rode you like that? And showed you for the first time what I can really do?"

I shook my head. This bitch is too fucking crazy and sexy at the same damn time. It's so sick how turned on I am by all of this. 

"You're sick as hell. I'm changing my passcode, crazy ass." I mumbled.

I'm crazy too, but Beyoncé has me beat.

"Do what you gotta do." She smiled brightly. "I already have you."

I shook my head and eyed her down. "What else? You got another confession?" 

"Actually...." She started. "Trent wasn't the only man I've been with since we broke up."

"Excuse me?" I asked her.

"I...I slept with someone else. And I might've confused my second pregnancy scare with Trent, when it could've possibly been the other man's."

"Wow!" I yelled, jumping off her bed. I started pacing, looking at her with pure hate. I want to choke her so bad. So not only was she fucking Trent raw, but she was fucking another man raw too!? Wow! The audacity of her to ever talk about me having a roster and the sexual acts I do with other people, when she's out here fucking niggas raw. At least I use protection!

"Are you clean, Beyoncé? Because I swear to Almighty God, if I catch something from you.." I pointed at her.

"Are you really asking me that right now!?" She yelled, jumping up on her bed. She moved closer to the edge of the bed to get closer to me and continued to stand up on the mattress, so she was standing over me.

"Beyoncé, I'm warning you. If you jump off this bed and attack me, I'm gonna body slam you to the floor." I spoke.

"You just called me dirty, Megan! You're lucky I haven't flown off this bed yet!" She screamed. "How dare you!?"

"No, how dare you!" I raised my finger up and pointed at her. "You out here fucking every nigga you're interested in or have ties to, raw! You can't ever open your mouth to me about who I fuck, because I might have two or three more bodies than you, but I always practice safe sex! I don't rawdog anyone!" 

She nodded her head, looking pissed off. "It was an accident. I did use protection, the very first time. Things happened later on and I was distracted and...look, I didn't end up pregnant and I didn't catch anything! You of all people should know that with the way you've been eating my pussy and fucking me, Megan! You were just nose deep in my pussy for at least twenty minutes this morning! If I had an STD, you would've seen it on me or noticed something off with my body!"

"You're mentioning STD's, but not HIV, Beyoncé. What about diseases and infections that don't show side effects? That you would never know you have until you get tested."

She laughed and folded her arms over her chest. "Since you think I'm such a dirty bitch, I'll get tested. And when I show you that the results are negative, I'm going to beat you with the damn paperwork." She said angrily.

"I never said you were dirty. Those words never came out of my mouth Beyoncé, they came out of yours. I asked if you were clean, meaning were you STD and STI free. I never said you had anything, I was asking though, because of your careless actions." I explained. "So, who is this nigga and do I know him?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter, Megan. I fucked him for one night and I ended up finding out he had a wife, so nothing else has happened."

"Wow!" I laughed. "The shit just keeps getting worse, Beyoncé! You fucked a married man!?"

"I didn't know he was married! He lied to me and he wasn't wearing a ring! I didn't know until I looked him up on Instagram the morning after and seen pictures of him with his wife, celebrating their anniversary only a month prior!"

"Who is it, Giselle? I'm not gonna ask you again." I spoke deeply.

She sighed. "It's a Professor at TSU. That's all you need to know. All of that is in the past. I don't speak to him or interact with him and I will never have sex with him again, so it doesn't matter." She explained.

"Was it good?" I asked, my jealousy starting to take over.

"Yes, he was actually better than Trent and Trent is really good. It's a shame." She shook her head. 

I squinted my eyes at her as she stared off into space, probably having flashbacks. 

"You good!?" I said loudly. "Over there dreaming about it and shit."

"Relax, Jovon." She chuckled. "Your number one spot is still safe. He wasn't better than you, baby."

"Better not have been." I mumbled. 

"Hold me." She demanded.

I held my arms open for her and she hopped on me, securing her legs around my waist. I grabbed onto her ass and laid her down on the bed. 

"No one will ever be better than you, Megan." She smiled at me. She ran her left hand down my chest and to my exposed stomach. Stopping her hand at my waist, she popped the waistband of my jeans and stuck the tip of her tongue out.

"You're always trying to seduce me, when you know you've been foul." I leaned down to her and hovered my face over hers. "Stop letting these niggas hit raw, Giselle."

"It won't happen again, baby. I promise." She whined. "It's you and I for life."

She pulled me in for a kiss and let her left hand rub over my core. She doesn't deserve any sex after what she just told me. And she better hope she's clean and her test results come out negative or imma lay hands on her ass. 

We are so damn toxic, but I love it. 

"Wait." I mumbled, thinking about something I've been hiding from her.

"What?" She asked me, holding my face with her right hand and still gently kissing my lips.

"I gotta...tell...you...somethin'." I whispered in between her kisses.

She leaned her face by my ear and whispered in it. "Say it." She then dipped her tongue in my ear, making me shriek and licked the outer edge of my ear as she laughed in a deep, husky tone. 

"I set Trent up." I admitted.

I felt her pull away from me and she looked at me with big eyes. "You did what?" She asked deeply.

I sighed and stood up straight. "I set him up...that night he got robbed when we were supposed to have sex...and you went to go check on him...I did that. Farris helped me. I only did it, because he disrespected you and put his hands on you! When you told me you had to get a protective order and you were scared he was going to take Honour when you left him, I had to do something!" I defended myself.

"I can't believe you, Megan! I love that you want to protect me, but...shit! Shit, Megan!" She ranted, sitting up on the bed and rubbing her forehead. "You really almost let me take the blame for that!?"

I sighed and stared at her apologetically. It looks like I might be on punishment for a while, especially with all those fights earlier, but at least I told her everything.

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😭😭😭 At least they're trying to be honest and want to move forward with a clean slate💀

FYI, marriage will be coming soon...sooner than you think🤭

Chapter Text

One Month Later

Megan Pete

I walked throughout Beyoncé's mansion, trying to get to her studio. She's been in there for a few hours now, while I was taking my nap. She has been helping me get ready for this upcoming Final she's giving the class next week, non stop. I'm really starting to get overwhelmed and not to mention, it's been a little awkward, since there's still some lingering animosity and tension between us. 

Beyoncé has been mad at me, since our huge fighting incident when I busted her lip and told her how I set Trent up. I've been staying in a hotel mostly, just so I can give her some space and she can fully move on from what happened. I'm also getting space too. Beyoncé wasn't the only victim, I was too. She scratched my face up, slapped me three times, made my face swell and spit on me. She's lucky I had restraint and I really love her ass, because I had every right to bash her head against the fucking kitchen counter for that shit. 

Of course, we're cordial when we talk and when we're around each other often, especially with her helping me for this Final, but the overall vibe has been different. Then with me fingering Victoria, Bey is really tense when it comes to me, but I warned her, so it's her fault that she didn't tell me the truth. Now whenever Vic and I talk or are anywhere within five feet of each other, Bey gets an attitude. 

I walked into Beyoncé's home studio and seen her sitting at the soundboard, going over a song and I walked up behind her. 

"You're still at it?" I questioned her.

She turned around and looked at me. "Perfect, I'm glad you're finally up, so you can show me what you plan on producing for this upcoming final." She stated, ignoring my question. 

I rolled my eyes and turned her chair around fully, so she was facing me. "C'mon Megan, I don't have time for this right now. I need to know your ideas, so I can help you. Help me, help you, please." She said frustratedly. 

I eyed her up and down and shook my head. Attitude, attitude. I know Bey has a lot going on, especially with the semester coming to an end. She has to get everything ready and catch up on any grading that she has. With it being so close to Fall Graduation, I know she's under a lot of pressure as a Professor. That's one of the main reasons why I officially decided to give her my final. An exclusive final. A final that no one else can give her. Maybe it'll help her mellow out and calm down. 

"You wanna know what I'm going to produce for the final?" I asked as I bent down to her at eye level and rested my hands on the armrests on both sides of the chair.

"Yes, Megan." She spoke, shaking her head at me, as if I was asking her a dumb question. 

I nodded my head and leaned into her neck and started kissing on it. 

"Megan, what are you doing? Stop it. We don't have time for this." She complained, pushing on my shoulders. 

Bey and I haven't had sex, since I ate her out after I busted her lip. It's been a month and I know she's sexually frustrated, as well as stressed. I can release all of that tension for her AND make sure I get an A for the Final. I'm ready, especially with her test results coming back negative, I need to be deep in that pussy.

"I'm getting ready to show you the magic I'm about to produce." I whispered against her neck. She pulled back from me and stared at me. 

I grabbed her waist and forced her up from the chair, pushing her on top of the soundboard. 

"Megan, stop it." She spoke lowly. 

"Stop me." I challenged her with a slight smirk. 

She stayed silent, giving me an intense stare and I leaned into her lips and kissed them. "Megan." She mumbled. 

I pulled away from her with my eyebrow raised and she sighed heavily. "You need this and I know you miss this." I whispered.

I kissed her lips again and she grabbed my face with her right hand and rested her left on my neck. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and tugged at my silk robe I was wearing. Sticking her hands inside the robe, she grabbed onto my breasts and I pulled away from her lips. 

"You knew what you were doing with this outfit anyway." I moaned lowly as she caressed my breasts.

"This is just a throw on outfit for me. It's perfect for being in the studio." She said lowly.

"Yeah, it's perfect to get me to fuck you the way you've been wanting me to." I mumbled. 

She smiled small and I kissed her lips again as she ran her hands down to my stomach then my waist. I'm surprised she hasn't noticed my little surprise yet. 

Kissing her, I pushed her open jacket off of her shoulders and tossed it on the floor, before moving down to the waistband of her pants. She moaned when I felt her moving her hands across my waist and she pulled away from me. Staring at me with squinted eyes, I smiled at her before she shifted her eyes down to my waist where the robe was loosely tied. Pushing my robe open, she revealed the strap and she grabbed at it. 

"You ready?" I asked her.

She nodded her head. "I want you to eat my pussy first."

"Help me get these pants off then." I said smoothly. I tried to hide the fact that I was so excited, so I wouldn't stroke her ego, but I've missed tasting Bey so much. 

I watched as she maneuvered on the soundboard, pushing her pants down and I helped her. She put her hands down behind her on the soundboard and lifted up a few centimeters as I tried to get her pants completely off. Thrusting her hips in the air, I licked my lips and yanked her pants off and threw them to the side. My mouth watered at the sight of Beyoncé's glistening, bald pussy. Mmmm.

I leaned over, hovering right above her waist and Bey propped her legs up some on the soundboard and grabbed my head. I moaned, seeing how wet she was already. The way I turn her on doing basic foreplay and only kissing her really does something to me. It turns me on, knowing how much she gets turned on from me.

"Eat it." She pushed down on my head.

I stuck my tongue out and buried my face in between her thighs. As soon as the tip of my tongue touched her, it was like my taste buds exploded. Oh, how I've missed her. 

She ran her fingers through my hair, encouraging me and telling me how much she missed me. All of her encouragement turned me on even more and had my pussy soaking. I feasted faster and harder on Bey, causing her to scream out my name and tell me everything that I was doing was how she liked it. 

I pulled back, feeling her juices all over my lips and dripping down my chin. "You taste so fucking good baby." I moaned out. 

"Let me taste." She grabbed my face and looked into my eyes with a seductive look and I knew she was serious. She pulled my face up to hers and gave me an intense stare. "Do it." She whispered. "Kiss me, let me taste."

Nasty ass bitch, I love it. I can't believe my innocent, conservative ass Professor is a freak bitch at heart. Really true to the shit. 

"Ooo, I fucking love you." I mumbled.

She stuck her tongue out and licked from my wet chin, up to my lips. I smashed my lips onto hers and she moaned and forced her tongue into my mouth. Swirling it around and tasting every inch of my mouth, she then captured my tongue and sucked on it, getting every drop of her essence off of my tongue. She leaned back more on the soundboard and let her back rest against the glass that separated where we were and her booth. 

She slowly pulled away from me when she sucked my tongue dry and moaned. "You like that shit, huh?" I asked. 

"You know I do. I missed tasting myself after you eat me and kiss me when you're done." She smirked.

"Nasty." I whispered, kissing her lips before going back down and making her cum. I'm going to wear her ass out.

*

I eyed the back of Beyoncé's head as she was bent over the soundboard, taking every inch I was giving her. I pushed down more on her arch, causing her to call out my name and push her right hand against the glass, separating us and the recording booth.

"Yes, yes, yes." Bey moaned softly, throwing her head back.

"I love how you take this dick." I praised her, slapping her ass. She moaned deeply and threw her left hand back towards me. I grabbed onto it and pulled her back to lean up against me. 

"Bite me, Megan." Bey said breathlessly.

I smiled and wrapped my left hand around the front of her throat and forced my face on the right side of her neck. Licking and sucking on the small area of her exposed skin, I warmed her up before sinking my teeth into her. 

She screamed out and forced her left hand into my hair, pulling at it. "Fuck, baby! I love you so much!"

I was satisfied at her reaction and as I continued to bite and nip at her skin, I let my left hand travel down from her throat and settle in between her legs. I felt her juices leaking down her legs and I moaned. She's so freaky. Mmmm.

I fucked Bey until she came, which didn't take long with the way she was reacting to me biting her. In minutes, she cried that she was cumming and when she did, I pulled out of her and spun her ass around, so she would be facing me. Making sure her legs were wide open, I grabbed underneath her thighs and forced her legs up onto my shoulders. 

"Fuck!" Bey moaned out as I slid the strap into her. "You're so fucking deep, Megan. I think this is the best position you've put me in baby."

"Oh really?" I smiled.

"Mhmm..." She nodded her head, grabbing onto my shoulders. "Every time you put me in this position, you have to do it just like this, in the studio only." 

"Mmm, I can do that." I leaned closer into her, making her legs push slightly back even more and made her feet point upward with the way I was hitting her spot.

"O-oh-hhhh-ooo." She stuttered shakily, trying to steady her hands on my shoulders. Her grip was weak as hell and I knew she was about to cum in a few minutes, maybe less. "Aaahhh—Ou tèlman fon, mwen pèdi souf mwen..." She moaned out. 

"I'm deep, huh? Deeper than I've ever been before, baby?" I asked.

She nodded her head and tried to pull me closer to her. Staring into her eyes, I seen them watering and threatening to close. 

"It's too much, Megan! Wait, wait! Jovon—I'm about to squirtttttt!" She screamed. "Oh my god! Oh my god! M ap bèk!" She forced out hoarsely. 

She started heaving and locked her legs, squeezing my neck in between them. She put her right hand on her chest and gasped for air with her eyes closed. 

"You about to cum?" I asked her.

She nodded her head and threw her left hand back against the studio glass, whimpering. 

"No tha fuck you not. Did I tell you to cum right now?" I heard her gasp and shake her head. "You do what I tell you to do, and I ain't eva said that I wanted you to cum right now. Hold it and convince me to allow you to cum." I spoke seductively. 

"No, Megan! It's coming right now! I need to!" She pleaded with me as her legs shook violently. 

"Don't do it, until you convince me." I warned her deeply.

"Baby." She started crying. She put her right hand into my hair and pulled my face closer to her. "Don't abuse me like this, please daddy, let me cum."

"Convince me." I whispered before kissing her lips.

"Please daddy, make me cum. I'll do anything you say baby." She rushed out, thrusting her hips up into the air, spazzing, knowing she was ready to explode.

I shook my head with a smirk on my face. "That's not convincing enough. Tell me something you haven't already told me before. Hurry up, so you can cum."

"I'll be a hoe just for you baby, now please, make me cum. I'm begging you." She pleaded.

"Mmm, you wanna be a hoe for me? Get on your knees every day for me? Let me manhandle you and talk to you like I'm your pimp?" I asked, grabbing onto her hair with both of my hands.