Triangular Affection

Chapter 2

"Rihanna I told you about making me ruin my clothes.", said said before punching me in the side. I grabbed my rib and tried to ease the pain. She had heavy ass hands for sure.

"You know that's considered domestic violence.", I said .

"Whatever just get dressed before Nicki start calling, I got a car downstairs.", she said while walking out the closet. Damn her ass done got fat, she gon make me say fuck this meeting and do some things to her.

Yes Nicki, Beyoncé, and I fucked.

It wasn't anything serious, we were drunk and high as shit. Beyoncé and I are still cool and vibing, while Nicki on the other hand won't even talk to us unless it's about business. She's being hella weird and imma make sure it's settled today.

$$$$

Beyoncé and I just pulled up to my warehouse speaking that we are in Florida.

"Remember what we talked about, don't make her uncomfortable.", said Beyoncé.

"Aye I'm sorry I can't help that she's sexy as hell.", I said with a shrug.

"God please be with us.", said Beyoncé with an eye roll.

We walked into the warehouse and headed to the conference room to see Nicki sitting there with her back to the door. I guess she didn't hear us come in so I walked up behind her and kissed her cheek. She jumped and upped the iron at me

"Aye beautiful what you doing?", I asked.

"Oh it's just you.", said Nicki while tucking her gun back and looking back down at her phone. She really just sat there and did me like that.

"Bey step out for me real quick.", I said.

"Why?", she asked.

"Nigga just do it, Nicki isn't not answering your phone calls and shit is she?"

"No."

"Okay then step your light bright ass out.", I said with seriousness. She flipped me off and stepped out the door.

I looked down at Nicki and who was still looking at her phone.

"Aye look at me.", I said.

No response

"Nicki look at me."

Still no response. I was getting pissed.

"TANYA FUCKING LOOK AT ME!", I yelled.

She looked up at me and slowly got out her chair.

"Fuck do you want Robyn?", she asked with a mug. I know damn well she didn't call me by my first name.

"Why you acting funny?", I asked.

"Ian gotta answer shit."

"Onika answer my fucking question.", I said.

She quickly pulled out her gun and pointed it at my head.

"Stop fucking questioning me.", she said.

I know damn well she didn't fucking pull a gun on me. I stepped closer so the gun was now directly between my eyes.

"Pull it.", I said while looking at her. She just looked at me and broke down crying. I was so confused that I just looked at her.

She took the gun from my head and shot the tv that was playing on the wall. Beyoncé barged in and looked at me then at Nicki. She ran to her and took the gun and hugged her close while she cried.

"Rihanna what the fuck did you do?", asked Beyoncé.

"Ian do shit, she just being over sensitive.", I said.