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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 FOURTEEN
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(AUTHOR'S PSA! Most of the people reading this book repetitively ask "is this g!p?" And I wanna say, yes it is. The very first chapter Onika brought it up and Beyoncé replied to it basically saying yes, so this isn't me just deciding I want her to be slangin her dick mid book🙏🏽)
I rest with Onika's hand rubbing my stomach as she sits, watched the television. I was irritated. Something about Onika's storyline that Leo asked if she'd have children didn't make sense. I didn't want her to believe that I don't believe her—but I don't.
She's been entirely secretive these past two days—and snappy. She tells me when we get back to America, she is going to visit her parents for a couple of weeks to help out. Onika despises her parents—so why? I breathe too hard and she gets irritated. I say no to her and she accuses me of cheating. God don't make me end this relationship one day in.
I sit up and yawn, looking over at my phone. "My mother invited us to a city tour. I said yes, in hopes that I could speak with Solange." I say and she scoffs. "I don't feel comfortable around them."
"Well I don't care." I brush her off. "Beyoncé." She sighs, hugging me. "I said I don't care, damn. Can you move?" I stand. "See I knew you were incapable of changing." See what I mean? "Okay." I nod, going into the restroom. "You are so arrogant and irritating I just cannot. I hate you." She scoffs. She shoves past me, grabbing the toothpaste before I grab her, taking a deep breath. "Onika, you are pushing my buttons right now. Calm your ass down." I grit as she looks up at me with a smile.
"Or?"
"I see what you're doing. Thank God I'm not in the mood." I shake my head, letting her go. "Beyoncé why won't you show me any affection?" She questions and I rub my temples. "I don't show you affection? Now you're sounding ungrateful. Can you be considerate for a second? I have to worry about making up with my sister, cutting my brother off, all of that shit and you're worried about affection? I brought you to Italy with me at my own expense, I took you out to nice dinners, I bought you gifts, I let you live a worry free life yet I don't show you affection?" I fuss as she shakes her head.
