beyonce, the youngest exotic beauty to grace the white house as president's wife but falling for a man that her husband arranged to be taken out of the election to beheaded? it sets to burn her reputation forever. ... "bey." Trey whispered and my head rolled to the right side in perfect grace, my black hair tickling my light skinned skin. He kissed my skin as his finger drew a heart on my exposed stomach, his hand tightened on my robe strings. "Beyonce, beautiful bey. My one sexy piece of godiva chocolate." "We can't, you're going to be beheaded tomorrow. I can't pursue anything with you. What if we start something and you die? It wouldn't feel right." I pulled away, sprayed a little bit of white diamonds perfume onto my light caramel wrist then rubbed it together, my black hair moving along my shoulders as I moved. "Bey, listen I would die for you. Beheaded on some dirty land or not. I love you baby girl." I look at him, he took my hands in his and brought it up to his nose like a rose to smell. "That Elizabeth girl sure know her stuff when it comes to black girls smelling hella fine as fuck. Fo real tho." I look at him for a minute and then walk out. What the hell is wrong with me? I am falling for a man that my husband wants out of the election of becoming president and beheaded. Because he sure doesn't want to lose his position as first man in the office when his wife is president. ~~~~~ created: 2/27/2017 story set in: 1294 Friar Wilde, Texas on going. ©2017 by Megan Lynn Glass All Rights Reserved