ALL UP IN YOUR MIND

xxiv

"I wasn't treated like a sixteen year old. I was treated like a grown ass man." She muttered sitting up a bit. Sofia repositioned herself still laying on the woman.

"You acted older than you were."

"I had no choice." The shit Onika had to endure during the night gave her no fear when it came to others.

Except those who inflicted pain onto her... her father.

"It was attractive you know? India was smart for getting that deal." Sofia mumbled.

"You think she's smart for arranging a marriage?" Onika questioned, her face ran blank as she eyed Sofia.

"With you? Yes. I would've done the same exact thing. India gets you forever." She softly sighed.

"Right." Onika chuckled bitterly. Her head softly shaking, Sofia raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"She has to deal with me forever. I promise you that's not a good thing."

"Onika have you met you? Your literally perfect." Sofia stated matter a factly.

"Im far from perfect. Sofia look at me, look past my dick size. Look past the pleasure I give you. Do you think this is something you'd want to wake up to?" Sofia sat up her face scrunched.

"I- why wouldn't I?" Onika smacked her lips. Standing to her feet she searched for her pants.

"I don't understand. What about you is so bad? I like you—."

"What about me do you like? That I can make you cum within minutes? Or that I choke you just enough for you to stop breathing? I hit your G-spot right? Or me tying you to the pole and whipping you? Is that it? That's what's perfect to you?"

"I— well— onika I don't—."

"Im going crazy." She chuckled buckling her belt. Her front teeth piercing into her bottom lip.

"What's wrong? You don't usually act like this Onika what's wrong? Calm down, sit down." Sofia urged pulling Onika by her arm.

The jet willingly sat down, her face in the palm of her hands as she heavily sighed. Sofia hugged her from behind. Onika was fighting with herself mentally not being able to contain how she felt anymore.

"Tell me the real reason your here. Me and you both know it's not because of India. Or what your father made you do. This is a new wound what's bothering you?"

"Everyone's bothering me. I ask niggas to get shit done simple and they can't do it. I'm starting to wonder why I even put up with the shit I do. I'm wondering why she even cared so much." onika trialed off.

"She? Who india?" Onika shook her head standing. She could feel something wash over her as she dressed herself.

"It was nice seeing you Sofia. But this should be the last time I'm here. I promise you."

"And if I dare say I'll miss you?" Onika shrugged fixing her suit. She made herself appear presentable as she bent down. Kissing Sofia one last time before she left the club entirely.

Getting in the McClaren she pulled her phone out. Dialing Beyoncés number just to see something. She bit her lip listening to the line ring, over and over.
It went straight to voicemail she sighed quick to try and hang up but what she heard next made her smile.

"Hey! It's Beyoncé! I can't come to the phone right now... I'm probably busy, working or, dancing, maybe asleep. Probably running around for my boss. But call me back soon! I might answer. Maybe."

Onika found herself obsessing with the voicemail. As she drove down the quiet streets she redialed. Even with the phone going straight to voicemail. She found herself needing to hear that voice. Coming down onika seemed to need her the most. The jet sighed sitting back in her seat. Going to redial again but an incoming call cut her off.