In Your Dreams

Just A Fling...

Solange
Pt. II

Your POV

"What did you tell my sister?" Beyonce asked. I looked at her and rolled her eyes.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I just asked a question."

"I did nothing to your sister."

"Tell me the truth."

"Or?"

"I'll pull my partnership."

"I don't care, Mrs. Carter."

"What did you do?"

"I did nothing. I caught feelings. Your sister made it clear that we're just fucking. So that's all we do. Probably not anymore. If you wanna pull your partnership, I don't care."

"Ohh," she said softly.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"No," she replied.

"So, are you going to pull or no?" I asked her. She didn't say anything. She just walked out. I rolled my eyes once again and went back to my work. Amir walked in with a stack of papers.

"What was Mrs. Carter doing here?"

"Came here to see why her sister made herself upset," I replied looking up at her.

"Wanna go get lunch? You've been working all day," she suggested.

"Yeah, come on," I replied and finished my work. We left and went to the nearest little diner.

"Welcome, can I get you two started with some thing to drink?"

"Lemonade," I told the waitress.

"I'll just have water," Amir said.

"Bland, just like your personality," I told her and she kicked me.

"So, what's up between you and Solange?"

"Nothing is up anymore."

"What happened?"

"We fucked. I caught feelings. She didn't and now we don't talk anymore."

"I think she has feelings for you," Amir replied. My phone started ringing, so I took it out of my pocket. It was an unknown number that had been calling me all week long. I declined the call and looked back Amir.

"Yeah, sure," I replied. We got our drinks and placed our orders.

"I'm serious," she replied.

"She's made it very clear that she doesn't want me
like that," I said and she frowned.

"Yeah, but she seems so happy with you."

"Sure," I mumbled sipping my lemonade.

"Subject change. Have you talked to your dad?" she asked.

"No, why?"

"Because his birthday is coming up."

"I'm aware."

"So?"

"I don't care about his birthday. He missed eighteen of mine."

"Y/N."

"What, Amir? You can't tell me you wouldn't be upset if your dad missed eighteen of your birthdays," I said.

"I would, but-"

"There's no but, Amir."

"I guess."

"How's your boyfriend?" I asked.