Chapter 26

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Los Angeles, California
April 14
Onika

After three days of Beyoncé being overprotective of me about Taylor, I was bout ready to punch her ass in the face. Taylor hadn't done anything to deserve the disrespect that Beyoncé was showing her.

She cut her off constantly, when they were around each other it was constant shade, and Beyoncé always make smart remarks. Taylor hadn't done a thing to her and Beyoncé needed to control that dumb ass anger.

"Taylor coming over here again?" She asked.

"Yes. You're leaving."

"What? Hell no. You're not kicking me out of my house for some bi-"

"Beyoncé I don't wanna fight. We can have a conversation later on tonight. I'm already stressed. Can you just please take Cavalli out? She misses you anyway."

"Okay. Come here."

"No. Byeeee." I pushed her out the door but she held her foot in it before it could close. "What?"

"Gimme kiss. I know you not sick of me already."

I grinned and kissed her. I was so weak for this woman, I was tempted to let her back in here and fuck her.

"I love you mami. I'll send you our location when I figure out where I wanna take her."

"Okay, I love you too."

"I don't wanna leave babe."

"You should've thought about that when you were being rude to Taylor. She didn't do anything. Leave before she gets here. I don't need any more animosity between the two of you. I'm not gonna take it anymore."

She rolled her eyes but she left anyway. When I heard Cavalli laughing, yelling, and their feet, I knew Bey was chasing her around the room.

The doorbell rang about ten minutes later and I went to go get it for Taylor only it wasn't Taylor.

I rolled my eyes the moment I saw Camille.

Camille and I got together when Kaylin and I went on a break. We were together for about seven months but we never had sex. I told her that all of that was off limits. I was THAT loyal to Kaylin and he couldn't even return the favor.

"Camille... how the hell do you know where I am?"

I saw Taylor behind her looking confused. I smiled and motioned for her to come in.

"I was looking for you."

"Obviously but again how the hell do you know where I am?"

"I was actually shopping on the internet then I saw your picture so I went to your Instagram page and it said you were live at your headquarters so I came and I sort of followed you home." She said sheepishly. "IT'S NOT AS WEIRD AS IT SOUNDS. I have something really sad to tell you. I don't have anyone else to tell."

"Since you've been following my IG page, you do know that I have a fiancé and you popping up is totally inappropriate, seeing to it that you're my ex."

"Yeah, I just really need an outlet."

"Right now really isn't a good time, I'm working."

"You just call me when it is a good time for you." She handed me what I assumed was her new phone number.

Los Angeles, California
April 15
Beyoncé

"Baby focus."

"I'm trying Momma! It's not working." She started crying.

I picked her up off the floor. She dropped the bat and I wiped her tears away. I hated it when she got to that point of frustration where she started to cry. She was terrible at handling her anger, sadness, and frustration.

"What's hard for you?"

"I can't see the ball when it comes my way."

"Like when I throw it?"

"I can see it when you throw it but when it comes at me, I can't see it no more."

"It's going fast, of course you can't see it baby. Go with your gut okay. Swing the bat when Momma says go okay?"

"Otay." She wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands. I put her down and went back to my spot. She picked up the bat and I nodded my head at her before throwing it. I yelled go, making her swing the bat. As soon as she hit it, she took off running around the bases. She got back to me and yelled all out breath. "I did it Momma!"

"I saw you. You did good for being a little rusty."

She cut me a look like her damn mama.

Before I could even think anything about it, my phone started ringing and an unknown number came through.

"Hello?" I answered in a deeper voice than usual.

"Is this Beyonce Knowles?" There was a woman at the other end of the phone.

"Who's asking?"

"This is uhm... Camille."

"And who is Camille?" I asked in my regular voice.

"Do you know an Onika Maraj?"

"I do, yeah. Why?"

"I am her ex and her and I are gonna go out tonight. She says things are too busy for her."

I furrowed my eyebrows. Her ex? Going out? Tonight? What the fuck? "And you're telling me because?"

"I wanted to make sure you knew because she said that you were a friend but you live with her so... Also, I saw you with her daughter."

"Okay." I hung up the phone and held out my hand for Cavalli.

"Wait Momma! Let me get my bat!" She yelled then ran to go get her things. When she came back, she had all of her stuff. She looked so cute. Her bag was so much bigger than her and her trying to carry it was just a lot on my heart right now.

"Give me your bag baby."

"I can carry it Momma!"

"You wanna carry it?"

"Yes please."

"Okay, come on."

When I got to the car, she was so far behind me. I turned around and looked at her struggle. I wanted to help baby girl but I already knew that if I helped her, she would go off on me. She was just like her mother, Jesus.

"You going really slow mama."

"So?! Wait for meee!"

"I'm waiting."

She finally made it to the car. I picked her up and put her in her carseat. Onika would have a damn fit if Cavalli wasn't in her seat. It was a protection thing.

"Are you hungry mama?"

"Yes but Mommy cooked."

"How you know that?"

"Mommy always cooks on Sundays."

"You're right."

When we got home, Taylor was in our house AGAIN. I wanted to kill this bitch but I knew how Onika felt about my mindset. I just knew she was up to something. My gut was always right and Onika knew that so I don't know why she's not taking in what I'm saying. Maybe because I don't have anything to prove what I was saying or feeling.

"Hey baby." I kissed Onika's forehead then left her to her conversation. Cavalli ran to us then flopped down in her Mommy's lap.

"Oh my God Princess."

"Hey Mommy!" She smiled. She hugged Onika around her neck.

I went upstairs, trying to get out of their way. I also needed to snoop on Onika. She was lying to me about her EX that she was going to see TONIGHT. She didn't even tell me that shit and it made me so angry. Why did she feel the need to lie to me?

"Beyonce come here!" Onika yelled.

When I went down there, Cavalli was sleeping on her Mommy's chest with her arms wrapped around her neck. I was jealous of how she could just fall asleep anywhere and how fast she could fall asleep. The only way I could fall asleep was if I was extremely tired or if I was up under Onika.

"Please get her. I'm working and I can't hold her like the baby she is. You do it."

"I got her."

I picked her up and carried her upstairs.

I didn't have time for Onika's lies. She was sitting here lying to my face about seeing this girl that I didn't even know existed and there was already a woman that was all up in her face and ready to be all up in her panties.

**

I knocked on the door of Camille's house and waited for someone to come get it. A little girl opened the door then ran off. I looked around it to see if I saw Onika and this Camille girl. The moment I saw them, my blood was boiling.

Camille was all over her, with her hand in her lap and tears in her eyes. What the fuck was going on?

I walked up to them and on the way, I was wondering. There was so much going through my head. Camille called me because she wanted me here, she wanted me to embarrass myself but what the fuck was she doing with her hands all over my fiance?

I stood behind the couch they were sitting on then put my hand on the back of Onika's neck. She jumped then looked back at me. When she saw me, she mumbled "shit" under her breath. Oh she know she's getting an earful.

I sat down and I watched Camille take her hand out of Nika's lap.

"Nah, keep it there. Do whatever the fuck you were doing while I wasn't here."

"Baby-"

"Onika shut the fuck up please and thank you. Camille, weren't you the one that called me earlier, correct?"

"Yes."

"For what bitch? You tryna be messy for what reason?"

"I'm not trying to be messy. I just needed to talk to Onika about something very important."

"She's your damn ex, what the fuck could you possibly want to tell your ex that's importantly to her life now?"

"I... I have cancer."

"What does that have to do with her? Tragic and all but why does it take her lying to me and sneaking around for you to tell her that. Why the fuck did you need to tell her that anyway? Don't you have family?"

"Baby-"

"Am I fucking talking to you? No. I gave you an opportunity to tell me the truth and you lied straight to my face so you can shut up."

"That's how you talk to her? I can understand why she hesitated to kiss me back.

There was a long pause. "You kissed my fiance?"

She got quiet and I was about to jump over the table and strangle the both of them but I kept my cool.

"And she kissed you back huh?"

I got up and before I could leave, Onika grabbed my hand. I snatched away from her, keeping my eyes off of her. I know goddamn well I might just cry. I JUST asked her to marry me, we just got back on good terms and she does stupid shit like this?

"Baby I'm sorry." She pleaded.

I shut my car door on her. I rolled down the window. "Keep the ring cause I know we're not going anywhere but I don't wanna see you. Seriously. If you're coming to the house, tell me so I can leave."

"Are we breaking up?"

"That's what you want huh? It don't matter too much anyway cause you kiss bitches while in a relationship."

She sighed. "I just need a yes or no please."

"No. Move."
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