Beyoncé's POV
"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked, seeing the contemplation all through her.
As she parted her mouth, there was a knock on the door. "It's D," the voice announced before muttering, "obviously."
Normani and I shared a look, her eyes silently asking if it was okay to allow the interruption. I nodded. Maybe Diamonté just wanted to let us know she was leaving.
The door didn't even open fully before the girl got to talking. "Forget what I said, forget what I said. I ain't mean it." She looked at me only after speaking.
Normani laughed.
"What?" Diamonté asked, reading my mind.
"Nothing, you should see how panicked you look..."
"Once I realized what I said..." she trailed off, glancing at me, a sigh pushing from her lungs.
"What did you say?" I verbally stepped in.
The flush in her skin intensified. She shot Normani a puzzled look.
"No, I didn't tell her," Normani responded.
She gasped and slapped her hand to her mouth causing Normani to shake her head with a chuckle.
"Damn," Diamonté said, finding her words. "I'mma just go then. Bye, night y'all!" She waved awkwardly and did an about-face.
"Bitch, you better take your ass to bed. Talking 'bout 'bye."
"I'm confused," I spoke my mind.
When Normani remembered I was standing here, I gently raised an eyebrow at her.
She looked at me softly. "Baby, you know how Diamonté said she has needs?"
I glanced at her friend. "Yes...?"
"Do I need to be here for this?" Diamonté said, picking her head back up and looking at Normani.
"It was your idea, don't punk out now."
Normani giggled afterwards and positioned herself in between my legs as I was sat on the edge of the bed. I ignored the sensuality of the gesture and waited for her to explain. "As I was saying..." she cradled my face. "Wait, can I have a kiss first?"
"Psst," I heard.
"Normani," I said, frowning. "Talk to me."
"Okay, okay. Diamonté wants to watch us have sex. Right, D?" she said emphatically, glancing over her shoulder.
Diamonte covered her face, squealing.
"Own it!" Normani said.
"Beyoncé, I am so sorry," Diamonté said. "I wasn't trying to be disrespectful. Y'all are just a sexy, bomb ass couple, and it's been a while since I had some. I have all these fine-ass women around me and it's starting to get to me."
Normani looked at me, stifling another laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked, admonishing her lightly.
"I know, right?" Diamonté agreed.
"Because! She had all this mouth downstairs, now she's being a mouse."
As if I wasn't already shocked by what I was hearing...
"Like I said, Beyoncé, I'm sorry," the light skinned young woman said.
"It's okay, it's not the end of the world."
She sighed. "Thank you," she said appreciatively.
"No problem. Interesting things happen sometimes when it's been a while."
"I know that's right!"
I laughed some. "Yes. I don't want you to apologize again, you hear me? Unless you made a move on Normani, you have nothing to be sorry for."
She nodded with a closed-mouth innocent smile.
"So you're not mad?" Normani said, now resting her palms on my shoulders.
"No. I thought something actually happened. Y'all scared me."
"My bad, bae." Normani started rubbing where her hands were.
"So is everything out in the clear now?" I looked at both girls, who looked at each other.
"Yeah," they said in unison.
"Alright, I'mma take my shower and go to bed. Night y'all. For real this time."
"Good night," I said cheerfully.
"Good night," Normani said, reaching out for a hug.
I watched them vividly as they embraced, seeing Diamonté bite her bottom lip a little.
"We will never forget this night," Normani chuckled when it was just us.
I smirked and pulled her onto my lap.
"Seriously, I'm glad you didn't get upset," she added.
I kissed her temple. "No, babe. So is that what you wanted to tell me when you came up here?"
She nodded in the affirmative.
"Tell me everything."
She blushed. "From when she asked me?"
I nodded. "Everything leading up to it, to you coming in here."
"She was venting again about us being an attractive couple, and that's when she said she wanted to watch. I thought she was joking, but she was serious."
"I see."
"Yeah, but she really wasn't trying to be disrespectful. She's just horny."
"She can't find someone to hook up with? All these apps out here?"
She gave me a look. "You sound like you know. Like you know-know."
I laughed. "Babe, no. I may be older than you, but I'm not old to where I don't know the trends and culture."
She laughed and shifted happily, making me squeeze her waist.
"Anyway, what do you think of it?" she played with the zipper on her gray hoody, her crop top underneath.
"Well, it is flattering," I admitted.
Normani's features lit up as she locked eyes with me again. "It is, right?"
"Is that something you want to do?"
"Be watched? Not really, no. With D there, though, I'd be trying not to laugh."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, she'd clown my reactions. I'd never hear the end of it." She rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
"Hmm, I think the opposite."
"Like how?"
"I think she would enjoy it. Maybe this has been a longtime desire, of hers."
"To what? Watch us?"
"To watch you. And do things with you."
"Babe, no, no, you got it wrong," she insisted, waving her hand.
"Normani. Do you really think she just all of the sudden had this thought?" I squinted my eyes. When she stayed quiet, I went on. "I don't blame her. I could never be just friends with you."
Normani fidgeted on my lap. She felt even warmer now. The look in her eyes speckled with lust.
"She's my best friend," Normani breathed out.
"Who I'm sure you find attractive."
"Duh. She's a goddess."
"You're a goddess." I placed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck.
"I know." She smirked sassily before staring at me searchingly. "What about you, would you be up for something like that?"
"To be watched or have a threesome?"
"Who said anything about a threesome?"
"Well, it's three people we're talking about."
My girlfriend just gave me a comical expression. "Mhmm. You were saying?"
I tapped her thigh. "I'm saying I have nothing against threesomes or someone we know and trust sharing a moment of intimacy with us. But, just know that if we were to move forward with this, you could not be friends anymore."
She was stunned into silence before gathering her words. "It would only be a one-time thing," she insisted.
I shook my head once. "That's what they all say." This time I cradled her face and eyed her lovingly but earnestly. "You have to decide if you want her as just a friend or someone you cross that line with. But you can't have both."
Not in this relationship.