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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 SIX
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OM | I stare down at Beyoncé sleeping before sighing. Fuck. What is it that Beyoncé does to me that prevents me from thinking for myself. I looked over at the mirror and rested my hand on my neck.
'You deserve diamonds around your neck—you know that?' I replayed Beyoncés voice in my head. I couldn't feed into her or my urges—but that was a challenge. My job means the world to me and I have barely given anything. Nasir wasn't a concern. It was my job and Beyoncé putting me in a tight spot. I need a drink and a conversation with Ella.
I turned to see Beyoncé sitting up, yawning. Her hair sprawled over her face as she stretched and rubbed her hands over her face. "I was just about to leave." I spoke as I stood and she nodded her head. "I've gotta go to the gym, fuck. Meet me in the lobby at two so we can begin decorating." She stood as I nodded. "Are you okay?" She questioned whilst walking over. I nodded my head before feeling her hands around my waist, causing me to smile.
I quickly caught myself and dropped my smile before speed walking from her room. I walked down to the lobby where I saw Ella sitting at a table causing me to sigh in relief.
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"Finally." She hugged me as I chuckled. "Oh you're in your real detective attire." I shook my head as she smiled. "Yes I am."
"Well you look hot, we need to leave these fucked up men and women alone and just fuck." I spoke whilst sitting. "You're funny—men and women?"
