Sweet Talker{COMPLETED}

Roomie

Beyoncé's pov
Jay's house
Morning

I wake up to a ring from my phone. I frowned and accepted the call.

B: hello?

Boss: you're fired

B: what?!

Boss: I ain't having no bitch who wanna start shit

B: you know what fuck you nigga!

I ended the call and threw my phone on the bed.

J: you alright?

I looked to see Jay with one eye open laid on his stomach looking at me. I sighed.

B: just got fired from the strip club

J: why?

B: because apparently I'm a bitch who wanna start drama.

I clenched my fists.

J: B calm down please

I gave him the 'nigga don't tell me to calm tf down!' Face and he soon got the hint and sat up.

B: now how am I gonna pay my bills. Shit!

I turn away from jay and start tearing up. When I'm mad I start to tear up because I get overwhelmed easily.

J: B?... B don't cry

He said wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.

B: I try and be a fucking independent woman and this shit is what I get!

I said bursting into tears. I sat up on my side of the bed with my back turned to Jay. Soon enough he sat next to me and put his arm over me.

J: don't worry it's gonna be alright. I'm here for anything you need ok?

I sniffled.

B: I appreciate it jay but this was my goal to not need to depend on anyone else. Especially a man.

J: I understand that. And I know you may not want my help but sometimes you may need it so never be afraid to ask for anything ok?

I nodded and kissed his cheek.

B: thank you. You're the bestest friend in the whole wide world.

I got up and wrapped my arms around him making us fall back on the bed while he chuckled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and looked up at me.

J: don't cry

He wiped away my tears and I couldn't help but smile. I lay my head in his neck.

Jay's pov

We got up and did our hygienic routine and then I went to make breakfast. Soon B joined me in the kitchen.

J: hey you feeling better?

B: yeah... smells really good in here

J: good. It's almost done.

She nodded and sat at the table. I fixed her plate and placed it on the table in front of her.

B: thank you

J: you're welcome

We ate breakfast.

B: well. I don't wanna overstay my welcome so I think imma head home

I pouted. She giggled.

J: nooo you could never overstay your welcome.