I want to see you - Beyoncé
I roll my eyes at the message and set my phone down. Of course Beyoncé texted me wanting to see me as if the last time we were together it didn't end in an argument... caused by her.
Baby? Please. I'm in Coachella for 4 days and I really want to see you. I'm sorry, forgive me - Beyoncé
I sigh. No matter how mad I am at her, I always fall into her trap because I know how busy she is and how rare it is for her to have four days off.
When? - Me
I hesitantly press send and before I can even put my phone down, I see the three little bubbles pop up indicating she's typing.
She must need some pussy... badly.
Now. - Beyoncé
Yet again, I roll my eyes. I've learned to get used to her demanding ways, but when I'm mad at her, it all upsets me. That doesn't change how much I miss her though.
Or do you want me to come to you? I'll make time - Beyoncé
There it is. She has me. With that simple gesture, I'm ready to go see her.
I'm busy right now. Fly me out. Tell me the details when you have it all settled. - Me
I press send. I'm not busy, but I want her to think I am. I was supposed to relax all day today. I got off work early for once so I was going to lay in bed all day, but she just had to switch my plans up for me. And I let her do it, of course. She doesn't even have to try, it's like she has me wrapped around her finger, and I don't do anything to change that. She better be glad I have a golden weekend, plus Monday off.
Getting out of bed, I throw my hair up in a messy bun. I then make my way into my closet and pull out a white duffle so I can just stuff random things in.
I pack random panties, bras, and shorts, then throw in some t-shirts, tank tops, and crop tops. It's Coachella Valley in late May so I just know it's going to be extremely hot.
As I'm about to finish folding my clothes and stuffing them in the duffle, my phone goes off signaling I have a text. I reach for it and immediately see it's a text from her.
I sent a car to your house with my driver James. Be ready in 30 minutes. The jet is getting ready as we speak. See you in about 5 hours. Plane lands in Palm Springs. Tell me when James picks you up and when you board the plane. Love you so much. - Beyoncé
My heart flutters. She figured all of that out in like 15 minutes, she's insane. She either really misses me or she needs some pussy like crazy. I haven't seen her in 3 weeks and we've talked a total of 4 short conversations since.
Love you - Me
That's all I decided to say back before I set my phone down again and pack the rest of my folded clothes into my duffle. That didn't take me that long so it leaves me about 15 minutes to try and look for a decent looking outfit. Right now I look very bummy. All I have on is some boyshorts and a t-shirt.
I throw my duffle on my bed then make my way to closet. I just decide on wearing a casual white off the shoulder dress that stops right above my knees and I throw on my pair of white Ivy Park slides. I leave my face makeup free and leave my hair up in a messy bun.
Once I hear the doorbell sound through the house I grab my purse and the duffle and head out of my bedroom. When I make it to the front door, I open it and spot Bey's favorite chauffeur standing there.
