Jay
I sat back in my leather chair, rubbing my jaw. Every now and then I think about my divorce and the weight of it hangs heavy on my shoulders. I looked at the photo of Blueberry on my desk- she's fourteen now, growing too damn fast. I fought hard for custody of her, and worked even harder to make sure she had everything. I didn't know taking her from B would ruin things that bad. But after I did, the tension between us never really healed
Out of nowhere my phone started ringing. I knew who it was.
"Shawn," Beyoncé started over the phone. I could feel my own expression soften slightly at the sound of her voice, but I had to keep my tone guarded, no funny business, "Beyonce." I stood up, pacing the room with the phone pressed to my ear. "What do you want?" The words one cold, clipped. "It's late." I knew what she wanted and I hated it.
"I want to see Blue." She sounded stressed, and a bit upset. That ain't my problem now. She's with Carlos anyways. I paused for a moment, my heart pounding. This was always the hardest part- denying her access to our daughter. But if I'm being honest I'm too stubborn and still hurt from the divorce to give her up. "No." I said flatly, "she's asleep." It was a lie. I knew my baby was likely awake, prolly listening to music or reading.
"Okay, then tomorrow!" Bey tried to negotiate. I knew she was getting pissed. "Nah, B. You ain't getting her." I didn't want to share my daughter with the woman that had my heart and left. It was selfish of me and I knew it because the divorce was mutual. She spoke up, "Yes I am damnit! It's my weekend, Shawn!"
My jaw tightened at her words. She's right. Court said she got her every other weekend and on holidays. I'd blocked it all out - I wasn't ready to share custody again. Keeping Blue more than her was my way of holding on. "Right. Nine then. I'll have her ready." I hung up abruptly, tossing my phone on the desk.
I stood there staring out the floor-to-ceiling window at the city lights. Fourteen, my little girl was fourteen. She looked more and more like Beyoncé every day - that same fire, that same determination. But she had my stubbornness too. She'd been asking to see her mama more lately, and quite frankly I wasn't feeling it. It twisted something inside me. I poured a glass of henny, sipping slowly.
Beyoncé
I sat at home sipping my wine in my new boyfriend's lap. Well he really wasn't new but compared to Shawn he was. "Carlos, where did I go wrong?" I asked. Referring to my divorce and the custody of Blue. He wrapped an arm around me, stroking my hair. He's so handsome- the same age as Shawn, and a businessman. "B, you didn't go wrong." He said softly. "You built an empire, you raised a beautiful daughter." He squeezed my side.
"But she loves her daddy more than me!" I said loudly, but not yelling. He paused, his hands stilling on my side. He was choosing his words carefully, I could tell. He's knows that Jay is a sensitive topic for me. "That's not true, B. Blue loves you just as much. She's just... she's a daddy's girl. It's different." He hesitated, then continues. "You made a good decision with this custody arrangement. At least this way, you're free. Free to move on, to find someone who can give you what Shawn couldn't." I stared at him thinking, there's nothing Shawn couldn't give me. We just fucked up and got up with work and were too busy for one another. Obviously I didn't say that cause Carlos was a whiny baby to be completely honest. He says it like he's being supportive, but there's a hint of smugness he just can't quite hide. "I want another baby." I blurted out without thinking.
Carlos's eyes widen slightly. He hadn't expected that. He pulled me closer, his voice low and seductive. "You want another baby, mama?" He kissed on my neck softly. "I can give you that. We can start trying tonight if you want." I knew that I wanted a baby but if I was being honest... not with him. Don't get me wrong he's perfect. Tall, dark and handsome. But he's such a whiny baby when nobody is around. "We're not even married yet." I said softly. He began laughing immediately- this shit ain't even funny? -he wasn't put off by my hesitation. "I'm working on that ring beautiful. You know I'm all in." He spun me around to face him, his hands resting on my hips. "But if you want a baby now, I'm ready." He said with a big smile.
"Good to know." Was all I could say.
Carlos
I smiled, leaning in to kiss her deeply. I knew I had her now. A baby would tie her down to me even tighter. I broke the kiss, looking into her eyes. "Let's go upstairs. I'll put a baby in you tonight." I lifted her up with a bit of struggle, carrying her towards the stairs. I'd been wanting this- securing my place in her life. A baby would seal the deal.
Jay
Meanwhile, across town.
I sat on the edge of Blue's bed. She's scrolling in her phone, headphones around her neck. "Blue, put that phone away. You gotta get some sleep." I stood up leaning against her doorway, arms crossed. I'd been thinking about the arrangement. Letting her see B was painful, but keeping her from her mother was equally as wrong. "Your mama is coming to get you tomorrow." Her eyes lit up instantly, "Really?!"
I nodded stiffly. "Nine o'clock. Be ready." Blue jumped up, nearly knocking her phone off the bed. "I'm so excited to stay the whole weekend! She promised me we could do something fun last time we talked! But honestly, I hate Carlos. He's nothing compared to you, daddy."
My face hardened. The name made something hot flash between my eyes. Carlos. The new man in my wife's life. "Watch your mouth." My voice dropped low and dangerous. "That's your mother's man you're talking about. Show some respect." Blue just rolled her eyes and flopped back onto her pillows.
"Matter of fact, stay in your room." I said on my way out, but I didn't shut the door before adding, "I don't appreciate that tone." I shut the door behind me, shutting out her mumbled response, I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contact list.
Beyoncé
"You're so big!" I moaned as Carlos's hands gripped my hips tightly as he pounded me from behind. I technically wasn't lying. He was big, just the thing in his pants wasn't... "fuck you're so tight!" He yelled, then slapped my ass hard, making me yelp. "Is this what you wanted, baby?" I nodded, lying. He thrusted harder, trying to hit a spot I knew he couldn't reach, deep inside me. He wasn't nearly as big as Shawn.
I heard my phone ring so I answered and we kept going quietly.
"Beyoncé?" Shawn's voice came through the speaker, low and rough. His timing is impeccable- or terrible. I looked back and saw Carlos's eyes widen. But he kept going- harder, wanting to mark his territory through the phone. He motioned for me to keep quiet. To not let Shawn know. "Yeah?" I said holding back a moan. "Where are you, B?" He asked softly, his voice lace with an unspoken accusation. He could hear the hushed movements, the stifled moans. He knows exactly what I'm doing. "I'm at home obviously."
His voice turned icy. He's not stupid. He hears the muffled thuds, the quiet gasps. He's growing more suspicious and irritated by the second. "At home doing what, Beyoncé?" He paused, then snapped. "Answer me straight." Carlos's thrusts got harder, "I was trying to sleep, what's up?" I waited for a minute then, "nothing." His response was clipped. He didn't believe me for a second, I knew and he knew. But he also knew calling Mr out directly would start a fight. "I'm putting blueberry to bed. She wanted to say goodnight." He said. I thought to myself for a minute about his much I missed sex with Jay and Carlos sucked in bed. "Put her on the phone." I made Carlos pause so I could talk to her.
"Mama?" Blue said. I smiled at her voice, missing my baby was the worst feeling. She continued speaking, "daddy said to say goodnight." She yawned loudly. "When are you coming to get me?" I immediately spoke up, "I'm coming to get you at nine in the morning, baby girl." Her sleepy voice made my heart clench. "Okay, mama. I love you." Jay took the phone back from her before I could say I love you back. "Nine AM Sharp, Beyoncé." I ignored him and spoke loudly so she could hear me, "I love you, baby!" Jay hung up abruptly. He put Blue to bed gently, his mind elsewhere.
Carlos started moving again, wanting to finish before Jay calls back. "Shhh... let me finish" I didn't say a word, I was over it and no longer turned on. His pace quickened, he knew Jay could call back at any moment. He thrusts deeper, harder, trying to make me come quickly and quietly. "Come on my dick!" He said roughly. "I'm almost there!" I lied, adding a moan to make it seem more real. Carlos groans, he feels me clench around him, believing I'm close, he thrusts faster and harder, desperate to finish. "Take it, B!" The phone rang and Carlos snatched it answering the FaceTime.
Jay
I looked at the screen, expecting to see nothing. Instead, the screen flips to show the ceiling, then slowly pans down to reveal B's face. Flushed, lips swollen, hair disheveled. Her eyes went wide with panic. Behind her, Carlos grins, deliberately keeping the camera angled so I'd see everything. "Beyoncé." I said again. My jaw tightened as I took in the scene. I could see the sweat on her skin, the messy hair, the way she's breathing hard. But I also see something else— something I recognized. The way her eyes flicker with dissatisfaction, the way she's not fully present. I knew gee body better than anyone.
I heard Beyonce say, "Carlos, what're you doing?" Then Carlos had the audacity to say, "nothing, B. Just taking care of my girl." He looked at the camera daring me to react and said, "what's your problem?" I hung up, staring at the cracked screen of my phone.
The next day.
Beyoncé
That morning I did my hair and makeup, then put on an outfit I knew Jay would like just to go get Blue. Whenever I got there, I just walked right in. Jay was on the couch wearing a white T-shirt and my favorite grey sweatpants of his, looking casual but very handsome. Blue ran up to me and gave me a hug, "hi baby..." Jay saw her and sent her upstairs to get her things then walked up to me and backed me into a counter.
Jay doesn't move. He stands there, his gaze sweeping over my body slowly... the curve of my waist, the way this outfit hugs me perfectly. His eyes never left me. Studying my outfit, the hair, the makeup. He knew I dressed up for him. Before blue ran upstairs she whispered, "daddy's grumpy." Then left. He stepped closer to me. "That's a new outfit." He notes, his eyes tracing the fabric that huge my curves. He leans in slightly, smelling my perfume, the one he bought me all those years ago. "Mhm" I hummed, confirming his words. "I can't believe our baby is fourteen." I said p, changing the subject. He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Fourteen," he said "not a kid anymore. she'll be ready in a second." He pauses, then adds coldly, "you can go now."
Blue ran back into the room and hugged me tightly. "Blue, go wait in the car." Blue nods and leaves quickly, sensing the tension. The moment she's gone, the house feels eerily quiet. Jay turns to face me fully, his arms crossed over his chest. "Why're you dressed like that?" He asked abruptly. "Because I like it!" I said just to bother him. His jaw tightens. He's not stupid— not that he'd admit it. He sees right through me. But his expression remains neutral. "Then you'll look great when I take you and Blue to dinner tonight at our favorite pizza place. You always do." The words sounded cold and formal but I knew deep down it meant more.
"Listen, I'm sorry about last night." I blurted out. His eyes snapped up to mine, cold and unyielding. He doesn't move from his spot. "Save it, Beyoncé." His voice was icy and dismissive. I hated it, "I don't want to hear it." I stared at him for a second and took in his features. It'd been to long since I'd seen him this close. "I didn't know Carlos was going to do that." I said with a smirk, knowing it annoyed him. But I immediately felt bad when something flickered across his face. Jealousy, anger, hurt. His hands came up on both sides of me, gripping the counter, caging me in. "You let him though." His voice is low, dangerous, inches from my face.
"I couldn't stop him...I was.. uhm enjoying it too much." I lied, knowing I never enjoyed sex with Carlos. His eyes narrowed dangerously at my words, his jealousy flaring. He leans in closer, his voice drops to a whisper. "Enjoying it?" He repeats back at me, his jaw clenched. He knows I'm lying, and I know he knows, but it doesn't stop him from feeling betrayed. "You let him fuck you... and you enjoyed it?" I stared for a second, contemplating my answer. "Mhm" I lied once again. He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him. "Don't lie to me, Beyoncé." He growls, his fingers digging into my jaw. "You're full of shit, you know that?"
He released my chin abruptly, stepping back. "If you like his dick that much..." he unbuckled his belt suddenly, his eyes blazing with jealousy and hurt pride. "Maybe I should give you something to really compare with." He pulls out his half hard dick, which was twice the size of Carlos's fully hard. "Want me to remind you what a real man feels like, B?" Obviously! But I didn't give in. "Oh please, been there done that, Shawn!" His expression darkens.
He stroked his dick slowly, "oh yeah?" I looked down at it and bit my lip. "We literally already have a daughter." He flinches at my words. He hates when I bring her up like that, reminding him that despite everything, we're tied together forever. "Yeah, well, that exactly why you don't fuck other men, B." He said while stroking his dick. "I'm gonna try for a baby either Carlos."
His face turns dead serious, his hand pausing mid stroke. "Say that again, Beyoncé. See if i don't fuck it out of you right now." He kissed my neck. "You're not getting pregnant my Carlos. Period." He whispered in my ear, his jaw clenching. "Says who?" I replied. Testing my luck. I looked down at his dick. "You used to love this dick, baby." He said, remembering how I used to beg for it, and wrap my mouth around it.
"Put it away." I said, knowing he'd listen to me. He hesitates, his cock twitching visibly. He hates that I know exactly how to control him. He curses under his breath, but slowly, reluctantly, he tuck his now softening length back into his sweatpants. "Blue is waiting for you." I bit my lip as I looked at him. He sees me biting my lip and it almost makes him lose it.
I couldn't hold back. I kissed him. His eyes widened in shock as he freezes at the feeling of my soft lips on his. He knows he should pull away but he doesn't. Instead, his hands move on their own, gripping my waist firmly and pulls me closer against him. He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. His voice is strained. "Go." I smiled at him. "I'll see you at dinner, Shawn."
He nods silently, his hands still gripping my waist tightly before softly pushing me away. As I walked away I heard him say "I love you, B. Always will." I looked back and blew him a kiss. "I love you too, JJ" I said with the biggest smile. We both looked away and walked off knowing if we looked back we couldn't let each other go.
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