Secrets

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Yesterday me and the "family" went to the park. Today was Sunday and Cynthia said she wasn't in the mood to go to church so I didn't force her because I didn't wanna go anyways.

Shawn never came ho e last night or even called after we left the park. Asshole. Cynthia had been moping around all day checking her phone. I had put in my outfit for the day which consisted of baggy black cargo pants, a black sweatshirt, a blue turban, blue jacket, and some blue and black dunks, with a black backpack. Porsha had came and put hair in plaits last night because she wanted to work on her skills I guess.

I went to the kitchen and seen Cynthia in a white cropped tanktop and some white underwear.

"Well hello Cynthia" I said looking over her figure.

"Sorry I didn't realize anyone was woke!" She said surprised trying to hide behind the refrigerator door.

"Don't run. You not the first woman I've seen before" I smirked looking at her basically see through shirt.

"Probably the best though" I added walking over to her. "Beyoncé what are you doing" she said turning around to look at me.

"Just grabbing an apple." I went to grab a apple pressing our bodies together. Once I got the apple I rose up causing my lips to ghost up her body. I stood up looking at her feeling her chest rise and fall against mine.

"Get dressed we going out." I said placing my hand on her waist.

"No WE not." She said still looking into my eyes.

"I'm not gone say it again. Get dressed we're leaving in twenty minutes. I picked out a outfit for you" I went back upstairs to go get the twins ready to go. "Maeleiah and Marley get yo little butts up" I went to the bed they were sleeping in shaking them.

"You guys wanna go to the mall?" I asked kissing them on the forehead

"Yeah!" They yelled clapping.

"Okay let me get y'all ready."

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Once I was finished getting the girls ready I had put them in making all black Nike sweatsuits and matching blue crocs. I put the girls hair in high ponytails.

Cynthia had on a long black ruched tube dress and some black straps heels. I had a whole day planned to cheer Cynthia up and a day for all of us to bond. Plus it's no fun being mean to Cynthia if she won't respond.

She had a middle part and her hair was brown and honey blonde. It was bone straight and she wore Diamond stud earrings. She wore it with a blue telfar purse and as much as I hate to say it she looked more than amazing.

"Beyoncé what is this?" She said referring to her outfit.

"Something more yo age. Stop wearing them damn golden girl clothes" I laughed looking at the time on my phone.

"I dress age appropriate!" She defended in the mirror applying lip gloss.

"You're thirty and you dress like Betty white. You fine as fuck don't hide it" I walked up behind her looking at her in the  mirror.

"What are you doing?" She asked looking at me.

"Nothing. Just looking at you. You look good." I snaked my arms around her waist letting them rest on her hip bones. It's something about her body that just catches my attention every time. One thing about me is imma touch her anytime I get a opportunity too.

"Beyoncé what are you doing?! stop!" She harshly whispered pushing my hands off of her.

"Nothing you don't want me to." I wrapped my arms around her running my hands up and down her sides.