April 14th
"I'm nervous." Leigh-Anne breathed out and I snickered under my breath, leading her and her band mates through the white tents.
"Don't be nervous." I mumbled, smiling when I saw her scared eyes. "You'll be fine." I draped my arm over her shoulder and waved at a few dancers before reaching the main tent. "Hey Bey," She looked up and shot me a smile. "I hope you don't mind but I have a few people that would like to meet you."
She waved us in automatically. "I thought you was suppose to be getting ready for the show? You still in your damn sweats and no shirt- who're you flexing for Y/n?" I winced playfully and she shook her head at me before facing the girls. "Hi, I'm Beyonce."
"Hi, we're all really big fans." I stepped back and let the girls speak with her since that's all they pestered me with for the past month.
James then came up to me, already in his pink and black show outfit. "Nigga why is you still not dressed? Yo ass did the same thing on the Anti tour. I remember Rih having to drag you.." I closed my eyes and scrunched my face slightly which immediately made him stop talking. "Damn I- I forgot man.."
I waved my hand before relaxing and reopening my eyes. "S'all good." I ran a hand through my hair and turned to the girls. "What are we on time?"
Bey looked down at her phone. "Y/n, take your ass to get dressed now."
I don't know about anyone else but when the Queen tells you to get dressed, you do that shit. "Yes ma'am." I said with a nod and the girls followed me out of the tents. "So I will see you guys after the show.."
They each gave me a hug for good luck but Leigh-Anne added a kiss to me cheek. I thanked her and turned to the dressing room before hearing her speak up again. "Kill it, Alpha."
I stopped in my tracks and turned back to look at her, my eyebrows furrowed. "That is so.. weird." I mumbled and her head tilted in confusion. "You just called me.."
"Alpha?" I nodded slowly. "Yeah, that was your stepping name right? And.. you're stepping in this show?"
I hummed and looked her up and down. "Yeah it's just.. someone use to call me that, don't worry about it. I'll see you later." She gave me a confused smile as I left and started to change into my outfit. That shit was almost uncanny, same phrase and everything. 'Kill it, Alpha' Weird.
After I was changed, I grabbed my black beret and left the room before joining the other dancers on the long ass walk to the actual stage. "You ready? I heard there's like a hundred thousand out there." James said to me and I raised my eyebrows in shock.
"Damn that's a lot. But yeah, I'm ready-"
"Rihanna!" My head automatically popped up and I swiveled my head behind me to see a crowd forming, cameras flashing. I caught a mere glimpse of her smile before I was forced to turn around and continue walking.
Damn.. would it be simpish of me to admit I missed that smile? An entire month without seeing it, hearing her, feeling her. Everyone and their mama was talking about us. 'Why we weren't out together, why the videos stopped, why there were no more visits.' All it took was some weeks and no pictures for people to put two and two together. Not to mention paparazzi caught Drake's car being taken from her house, window shattered and all.
And guess what I was labeled? The crazy aggressive, temper tantrum having ex. But, like I said I would, I channeled my energy into not giving a fuck about what the media was saying and just doing me. I ended up working so hard and being so driven that I just pushed out the summer line of Black Mecca.
So my business was poppin', I was about to do two Coachella shows with Beyonce, then I was about to spend a couple months touring overseas with fucking Little Mix. I think I was doing pretty well for myself, if I'm being honest. So, they could say whatever the fuck they wanted, I knew the truth.
As we made our way just before the curtain, I stood on the side with the dancers and looked out, a sort of see through wall in front of us as I stared at the crowd that seemed to go on for miles. Shit he wasn't kidding.
"Alright y'all. A quick prayer." Beyonce said. We all huddled up and I bowed my head as she said her strong and heartfelt prayer. "And with that, let's go do the damn thang." I was handed a black flag that said 'K' before James, two other guys, and I were let out to the catwalk where we'd start the show.
I stood behind James, the drummer in front of us as we waited for our cue. Instinctively, my eyes wandered to the side and I met green ones staring right back at me. Front and fucking center. I wondered my eyes over her for a second out of habit and saw she was in a sparkly ass one piece with a Gucci cut off on top and some ripped denim shorts.
When I looked back to her eyes, I could see the sadness pouring from them. "Y/n." I looked at James and he followed my gaze before giving me a sympathetic smile. "We worked four months for this.. let's kill it, alright?" I nodded and forced myself to focus on what was going on now. And now was my job to kill this damn performance.
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"Woooo!" James cheered as we came off the stage after the last number. I could still feel the energy coursing through my body from the loud crowd. One weekend down, one more to go.
I took off my outfit and changed into some shorts, a Tommy Hilfiger cut off shirt, and a fedora because why the fuck not? "Yo, I haven't had a drink all weekend, pass me some." I said to James who was hogging the bottle of Jack.
He laughed, handing it to me. "You staying or heading to the hotel?" I gave him a look while pouring the drink into my clear cup. "Nigga I'm about to go catch The Weeknd before his set is over, then imma get some food once I'm drunk enough to eat anything." He laughed again and pushed my back softly as I brought the cup to my lips. "You coming?"
"I'm gonna go see Miguel."
"Damn we both simps. I'll see you at the hotel then." I said, tapping his back with the back of my hand before leaving the dressing room and making my way to the main area. A smile pulled at my lips when I saw Leigh-Anne waiting for me. "Your girls leave?"
Her head popped up and she nodded. "They said you did great but they want to go watch Sza." I snorted and nodded my head to the side, my arm draping over her shoulder for her to walk with me. "Where are we going?"
"We aree," She groaned when I attempted her accent, most likely horribly. "We are going to watch The Weeknd, mate."
"I don't sound like that." She said, smacking my stomach softly. "Now if I tried to copy you.."
I chuckled and shook my head. "You couldn't if you tried lil mama." We got to the gate that led to the front of the stage and I lifted my wristband to the security guard and he nodded, letting us through. No way was I about to be all the way in the back, fuck I look like?
Once we reached the front barricade that left a generous amount of space between the stage and the fans, I nodded my head as he went from singing Wicked Games to Or Nah.
"Oooh I love this song." Leigh-Anne said and I smirked when she started to dance. I pulled my dap pen out of my pocket and placed it between my lips, inhaling deeply and yes, I made sure my shit was pure this time. "What is that?" She asked.
"Hash," Her eyebrows furrowed. "It's a strain of weed, wanna try?" She looked skeptical but nodded. "You ever smoke before?" She shook her head. "Come here." I sat my cup on the floor before resting one hand on her waist while holding the pen with the other. "Inhale regular first, then take a hit. Ready?"
"I think so.." She said nervously and I nodded reassuringly before holding the pen to her lips and once she breathed in a little bit like I said, I pressed down on the button and heard the smoke entering her mouth. "Hold it." I mumbled and saw her eyes squint at the feeling of the smoke in her lungs. "Okay exhale."
She breathed out the smoke and I saw her eyebrows raise slowly. "Oh.." I raised the pen to her lips again and she took another hit and that's all I was giving her to be honest because my shit was strong. "So there's like.. there's weed in there, yeah?" She questioned, her head tilting as her lids slowly started to lower.
"Yes ma'am." I said and looked up at the stage and saw The Weeknd walking across the front of the stage with a wide smile.
"We're gonna change the pace a little bit.. I know we at Coachella but I wanna take y'all to The Hills."
A slower version of the song started to play and I was rocking to the beat when I suddenly felt arms slide around my waist. I looked over and raised my eyebrows when Leigh-Anne smiled up at me. "Dance with me?" She mumbled. I nodded softly and she spun around, her hips swaying as she ran her hands through her hair sensually. Oh she was high high.
I took in two hits to get to her level before putting the pen up and dancing back with her. My hand slid over her waist and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, eyes closed, smile wide. "Do you feel that?" She whispered and I almost barely heard her. "The like.. the song is in my chest." She grabbed my hand and raised it up to rest between the valley of her breast. "Do you feel it?"
I chuckled against the side of her head. "That's your heart, Leigh-Anne." Her eyes reopened and she stared up at me with hazy, now red eyes. "Maybe I should've only given you one huh?"
"One what?" She mumbled before raising up and looking at the stage with awe in her eyes. "He sounds like an angel." He was doing the 'who are you to judge?' shits and he did get up there.
When I turned to pick my drink up, my eyes suddenly caught the crowd behind me and I saw a number of them with their phones up. Problem was, they weren't pointing at the stage. Shit. I turned back around and sighed as she continued dancing against me, unaware of what I no doubt knew would be plastered everywhere tomorrow.
"I'm hungry." She said randomly and I nodded in agreement before walking with her back down the side of the of the barrier.
"Y/n!" I smiled and waved at people who continuously called my name. "Can I get a picture."
"Not today." I said and blew the girl a kiss before leaving the stage. I was trying to keep my hat down to cover my face but with people shouting my damn name, it was like a spotlight plastered on every walking step. "Can you guys back up just a little? I gotta get through." I sighed and gave Leigh-Anne an apologetic smile before leaning forward and smiling for some pictures, hoping that could get them to move.
I was wrong. It was like they damn near doubled. "Back it up." My head perked up when I heard a familiar deep voice, my smile widening when I saw Lewis making a path for us before nodding his head to the side. "Let's go, Y/nn."
"How I've missed you, Lew." I said and grabbed his face to place a kiss to his bald head before letting his tall frame lead us out of the crowd and to the other side of a barrier that was backstage wristband only. We entered a big ass tent-fort thing. "You're a lifesaver, how'd you know?" I asked and he smiled softly.
"I didn't." He nodded to the side and I followed his gaze to see Robyn and Melissa sitting on a couch in the lounge area while already looking in my direction.
"Ah.." I sighed and looked away, all types of feelings running through me. It was like a little puppy inside of me that was jumping in excitement like 'she's right there, my baby's right there!' but the realistic side of me was dreading every second of being within her space. "Thanks again, Lew."
He nodded softly. "No problem."
"Um," Leigh-Anne looked at Robyn before looking back at me. "She looks like she's about to beat my ass.. and I'm very scared right now." I followed her gaze and in fact, Rob was staring at her with her scary ass gaze, a cup to her lips which just highlighted her.. pretty ass eyes even more.
I shook my head and looked away. "She's not going to beat your ass." I said but even I wasn't sure. Who knows what was going through her head. "But yeah.. we should leave." Subconsciously, literally without thinking anything of it, I grabbed her hand and pulled her with me to the other side of the lounge area to leave through the back where we inevitably came across her girls.
"There they are- you know we've been lookin for you everywhere?" Jade said with a scowl but she just looked like a puppy.
Leigh-Anne giggled and pressed her hand to her mouth. "Shhh, you're yelling." She whispered in a goofy tone.
They all looked at me and I raised my hands. "It wasn't me."
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After getting food, we were all getting to the hotel but the girls wouldn't stop singing shit. "Tour in a two weeksss, outfits on fleeeek." I shook my head with a huff. What the fuck were they talking about. "Coachella weathaa."
"Y'all- what?" I chuckled out, helping a drunk and high ass Leigh-Anne get to her room while the girls skipped ahead. "You need to sleep." When they got to their suite, the first three went in and told me where Leigh's room was.
"I don't wanna sleeep, it's too early." I gave her a look as she dropped onto the bed as soon as I let her go. "Whoopsy daisy." I shook my head with a laugh as she struggled to pull her shirt off. "Heeeelp!"
"Leigh, be quiet." I said and grabbed the shirt from her grasp, helping her pull it off. "People are sleeping next door."
"Soo, let's wake them up." My eyes widened when she suddenly raised her hands to my sides and pulled me down to lay on top of her. I watched as she licked her bottom lip and leaned forward, her nose brushing against mine.
"Leigh-Anne." I mumbled and she shushed me before rolling us over and bringing her lips down to trail up my neck. I closed my eyes and could feel the attraction, I could feel the desire.. but I couldn't stop feeling Robyn. Why couldn't I just fuck around? She was everywhere and it pissed me off.
I rested my hands on Leigh's thighs and felt the goosebumps raise on her skin under my fingertips. "Leigh.. I.." I clenched my jaw and huffed when I saw green eyes burned in my head, her smell swarming around me even though she wasn't here. "I can't." I flipped us back over and she stared up at me hazily, her eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry.. I can't."
"Okay." She said and rolled over, a smile on her face as she cuddled into the pillow. "Night night." At least she wasn't tripping..
I raised off the bed with a huff and pulled the cover over her body, then leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, Leigh-Anne." Once I left their room, I groaned and punched the wall in annoyance. Old me would probably slap the shit out of me right now.
I pushed the elevator button, not aware of the reason I was feeling so mad right now. I half knew and half didn't want to give a fuck. I shouldn't care, right? If she can hang with the nigga while lying to me, I should be able to do whatever the fuck I wanted.
When the elevator doors opened, I started forward only to stop at who I saw leaned against the back wall. Speak of the damn devil. Her eyes raised from her phone and I contemplated walking back out but fuck it. What'd I need to run for?
I walked in and went to press level fifteen but it was already lit up so, I leaned on the side of the wall and could feel her eyes still on me. "What Robyn?" I questioned without looking at her.
She put her phone away and went to the opposite wall to be in my view. "So, that's your new thing?" I stared at her silently as she nodded to herself. "Looks like your type. I mean the type that would lay down and do whatever you say."
I chuckled humorlessly. "Or the type that wouldn't chill with the ops maybe? I think that's more my type." She sighed and shook her head. "What, forget already?"
"Y/n-" Her eyes squinted as she walked forward and looked at my neck. "Is that lipstick?" I stayed quiet as her jaw clenched. "So a break means fucking other girls? Or was that just an excuse to sleep around?"
"Don't fucking go there. You know damn well you have no say in shit." I hissed and she scoffed lightly. "I wouldn't be surprised if you put those 'Work' skills to work on fucking Aubrey. You show him how you whine your hips." I leaned forward when the door opened but she pushed me back, pressing a higher number.
"I didn't sleep with him, I already told you I didn't and I'd never-"
"I don't believe you." I hissed and she grabbed my chin, turning my head to look at my neck again. "So it doesn't matter if I fuck one of them.. or all four."
"Fuck you." She said, her words dripping with venom.
I chuckled and shook my head. "Maybe later.. I'm a little worn out." Her hand raised and I grabbed her wrist before spinning us around to press her against the wall. "Hit me again, I fucking dare you."
Her hard eyes stared back at me. "Or what?" She rasped out and I slid my hand around her neck, holding her against the wall as she challenged me.
"I hate you." I mumbled but her eyes never wavered. "So fucking much."
Her head raised slightly as her tongue poked out to lick across her top lip. "Do something about it." She said, a hint of a smirk pulling at her lips when my hand tightened around her neck.
At the same time, we lurched forward and her lips smashed against mine. I kept her held against the wall as she gripped my shirt between her fingers and she yanked me forward. I heard a ding and looked to see we somehow made it back to our floor.
All I know was that I was pissed. Pissed I couldn't move on, pissed I couldn't let her go, pissed I was so in love with her that I couldn't even wild out a month later. So, I pushed her out of the elevator and against the empty hall wall as we continued to kiss aggressively.
I grabbed her waist and hoisted her up before dropping my lips to her neck and leaving as many marks as I wanted. "Where's your room-"
"Shut up." I mumbled and lowered her before pulling my room key card out and grabbing her wrist, then dragging her down the hall. Once we reached my room, I fumbled to open the door as her lips pressed against my shoulders, her hands sliding around to grip my crotch through the shorts.
Once I was able to get the room open, I let it close on it's own as I shoved everything off of the table and pushed her to sit on top of it. No words were said between us and I didn't think there needed to be. Her shorts were ripped off, her hands snatched my shirt, I pushed down my shorts and pulled her forward until I was inside of her within seconds.
"Oh my God." She groaned, her head falling back as she held her arms around my shoulders. I gripped her hips and felt the warmth inside me slowly covering the ice I've been living with the past few weeks. That just made me even more mad. Why did she have so much control over me?
I pulled her off of the table, legs still around my waist, and laid on her on the floor as I snapped my hips into hers roughly. I watched as her mouth stayed agape, eyes staring up at nothing as pleasure filled moans left her lips.
In my head, I couldn't help but imagine Drake's bitch ass on top of her, pleasing my girl like she was his- nah. I grabbed her hands and pinned them by her head as I pushed deeper and felt myself hit that spot that had her trying to run.
"Baby." She breathed out when I flipped her onto her stomach, a position I knew I could get the deepest. I pushed her back down before thrusting forward without care. Her back arched into the floor as a deep moan left her lips. "F-fuck." She whimpered and gripped my wrist that held her waist. I shook my head and pushed her hand off of me.
I then raised my free hand to rest on the back on her neck and pressed her against the carpeted floor, my bottom lip trapping between my teeth as I watched her ass bounce against my pelvis. "I'm coming babe." She moaned loudly, no doubt being heard from the neighboring rooms.
I rolled her back onto her back because I wanted to watch her fall over the edge. I wanted her eyes on me and know who she belonged to, know who was the only one who could fuck her the way I did.
I dropped my hand between her thighs and pressed my thumb firmly against her clit, rocking into her until her back arched up this time, her eyes rolling back. A broken moan left her lip as she reached her orgasm but when I kept fucking her, she quickly grabbed my hand from her clit and shuddered.
"Wai-" Her breathing was heavy as her thighs shook slightly and she pushed up until I slipped out of her. "It's too much.." She mumbled.
I lifted up and rested on the back of my legs, staring down at her closed lids with mixed feelings running through me. What the fuck just happened?
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