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Chapter Seven|| Two Heads Are Better Than One

Onika
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I could get used to this, I said in my head as the chef of the hour, Beyoncé, made her way around the large rectangular table collecting our plates. She prepared baked chicken, sautéed veggies in garlic sauce, wild rice with some type of creamy tomato sauce I promised to get the recipe on, and homemade rolls. I told myself not to overeat, and I hadn't, but I'd surely be asking Beyoncé to meal prep for me in the future. She could actually cook.

All night, the two of them could hardly eat or do anything else because of my presence. Though I wanted to drive to her place, she insisted on having a driver pick me up. Since I was getting chauffeured to her high-rise condo, I decided to toss on a trench coat over my dress. The weather had cooled down some, so I didn't look like a complete fool stepping out of the Range Rover and catching the elevator to the penthouse suite she told me to meet her on.

When Robyn opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised but not upset at all that Beyoncé had invited her to dinner. I could give them both their letters at once. Before I could make it through the door, Robyn hand were wrapped around my waist protectively and lips on mine.

She missed me, and I missed her too.

Shortly after, Beyoncé greeted me and kissed my cheek like the lady she was. They were dressed similarly. Dressed down I would say. I felt slightly overdressed, but the look in their eyes when I peeled off my coat was one for the books. They were ready to attack me. I snickered at that.

"What you thinking about, love?" Beyoncé asked giving me a pensive stare.

I grinned and tucked a piece of hair out of my face behind my ear. "Just how you two were ready to rip this dress off me."

"Shit, we still can," Robyn said, her eyes dark with need. She was ready to fuck; I knew that much by the look in her eyes.

"We will... soon. Did you enjoy your meal? There's dessert if you want some," Beyoncé offered, and I shook my head.

"Maybe later. Only if you two get some as well. You're trying to make me gain weight, huh?"

"Your body is perfect, baby. The only sweet thing I want in my mouth is you."

The longing gaze Robyn gave me matched her words. My nipples hardened at her admission, and I so badly want to lift this dress up and let her have her way with me -let them have their way with me -but I needed to handle business first. All the nasty desires of ours could be fulfilled soon after. The prolonged anticipation was almost unbearable.

Blushing I said, "Same, but let's address a few things, first shall we?"

"You're tired of us already?" Beyoncé said causing me to chuckle.

"Of course not, Daddy. Give me a second."

Standing slowly from my chair, their eyes danced over my tight frame, and I blew them a kiss.

"You can surely kiss something else. Nika baby, don't play with me."

That was Robyn. The shit talker who could definitely back her words up. Locating the envelopes in the inside of my coat, I walked back over to the table. Preferring to slide it to them knowing if I got to close they'd pull me to them, I waited as knots formed in my stomach. The knots turned to butterflies that began to swarm as the spare keys to my place fell out of each envelope. They looked at each other, then me.