I woke up to kisses being placed on my forehead, then my cheek, then my nose, and then my lips. That was a nice gesture and all but I honestly just wanted to sleep. My eyes opened and I stared at the figure before me.

"Jay, stop." I said, trying my best to cover my face to avoid anymore kisses from him, especially since I'm just waking up and haven't brushed my teeth.

"Why you sleeping in so long for?" He asked, pulling me to him so that I was basically laying on top of him. I laid my head on his chest and whined. I had a fucking hangover and this headache was throbbing. Jay was moving me too much and in no time, I had a feeling that I was going to vomit.

I stood up slowly and took my time walking into his bathroom to throw up all of the sins of last night. I couldn't remember much other than going out with my girls and coming home to Jay and getting fucked good.

He came in right behind me and held my hair as I finished. He was laughing as if shit was funny, but it wasn't. I was dying and my stomach was hurting so bad. I sighed and stood to my feet with his help. He leaned me against the counter and looked at my helpless face.

"You was so wasted last night," He said with a smile, "That shit was funny."

"Why do you find that funny?"

He grabbed an Advil and handed it to me. He went into his room and grabbed the bottle of water that I didn't finish. I swallowed the pill with the water and stared at him.

"Because you're funny as hell drunk."

I rolled my eyes and finished the rest of the water before throwing it in the trash and missing. I was all the way off. I groaned and went over to pick it up and put it in the trash where it belongs.

"I had a dream.." I told him as he held me against him.

He kissed my forehead as he rubbed my back, "About what?"

"Kelly.. I had a dream that she had found out about us and it felt so real. Honestly, I was nervous but I know that the dream was just a call from God."

Jay laughed, "A call from God? What does that mean?"

"It means that we need to tell her. How long can we continue this? She's going to start becoming suspicious, if she already aren't and where would I stay? I refuse to live under the same roof with a woman that will probably kill me in my sleep if she found out I was sleeping with her man."

Jay shrugged as if he didn't care, "I broke up with her."

I looked at him as if he was crazy. He had told me he would but I didn't think he was serious, but nah. This nigga was dead the fuck serious.

"Really Jay? When? How? What did you say?"

His phone started ringing in his back pocket and he took it out to see who was calling him. Surprisingly, it was Kelly. I stared at him wondering what he would do and I was astounded when he answered while standing in between my legs at the bathroom counter.

"Yeah?" He answered, sounding completely unbothered. By the tone of Kelly's voice on the other end I could tell that she was hurt. Her voice gets really high pitched when she was upset.

"You outside?" Jay questioned, "Kelly, I told you the plans ma. Why are you doing this right now?"

"Just open the fucking door Shawn!" I heard her say before the call ended. I gently pushed Jay away from me and headed for his room. It seemed as if my dream really wasn't a dream after all. As I put my hair in a ponytail, we could hear beating on his front door. We stared at one another until he finally decided to put on some clothes and tend to her. While he did that, I began gathering my things. I needed to leave here soon as possible without leaving any traces.

"Just stay here, aight?" Jay said, "Don't move. I'm going to go talk to her and hopefully put her out."

"Mhm." I said as I sat on the edge of the bed going through my phone. I still had a hangover so I was happy to lay my ass down. The anxiety I was getting from all of this was making me sick and soon as Jay left out the room, I was rushing for the toilet once again to vomit.

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Jay's POV

I quickly made my way to the front door to tend to Kelly since she was beating the hell out of it. I didn't need any of my neighbors filing a complaint about being disturbed. I opened the door and saw her standing there with sweats on, hair tied, and no makeup on. Her eyes were red and puffy like she had been crying all night.

"What's up?" I asked her, really not trying to let her in. I didn't need her trying to go into my room and possibly fight Beyoncé. I couldn't let that happen.

"We need to talk." She said dryly.

I shook my head, "For what? We talked already. I told you what was up and how I was feeling. I don't want to be with you anymore Kelly. What is there to talk about?"

A couple of tears fell down her face and her chest heaved up and down, "Two years Shawn? What did I do? Tell me, please and I'll fix it. I don't want you to leave me."

Again, I shook my head. I love Kelly and she honestly did nothing wrong. The two years I spent with her was great, but the way I felt for her doesn't compare to the way I feel for Beyoncé. I've only known Beyoncé for maybe three, going on four months now. We were more compatible and she actually liked things I like. We experienced new things together and most importantly, she makes me happier. Not to throw shade at Kelly, but in three months Beyoncé had made me the happiest I've ever been in the two years Kelly and I were together.

Yeah, I'm wrong for cheating on her and I agree that I shouldn't have done that, but I had tried leaving Kelly before Beyoncé was even in the picture. I told her I was unhappy and she claimed things would change, yet they didn't.

Beyoncé all of a sudden popping up here in ATL seemed to have been a sign for me. We instantly connected and I knew on the first day we interacted that I wanted her to be mine. I never meant to cheat on Kelly and it's no excuse, but she wouldn't let me leave her.

"There's nothing to fix between us," I said with a shrug, "I love you and I always will but I'm not happy with you."

"So are you happy with someone else?" She asked and I slowly nodded my head. I was not expecting her to slap the shit out of me. I held my stinging cheek as she yelled at me. I didn't want my neighbors to think anything so I had to pull her inside.

"Who the fuck is she!?" She exclaimed, getting ready to walk off towards my bedroom where Beyoncé was but I prevented her from doing so by holding her arms.

"Get off me!" She yelled, "Don't think you can just leave me Shawn! I spent two years of my life being devoted to you and this is what you do to me? Who the fuck is she?"

I was tempted to tell her that it was indeed Beyoncé just to see how she would react but I didn't want to deal with the consequences of that right now. This right here was enough.

I wasn't even paying attention to her anymore, but I should have because she dropped the glass vase my mom had purchased for me and I watched it drop it into pieces. I clenched my jaws as she ranted on about bullshit.

"Are you even fucking listening to me!?" She yelled, "I should have listened to Lala. This entire time I thought that she was just being a miserable friend, but she was right. You really are not shit and I don't even know why I'm running behind your ass."

"Well leave Kelly," I said calmly, "You saying all of this, yet you're the one that came over here. I didn't send for you."

That ticked her off because next she was throwing punches at me. I know she wasn't crazy, she was just hurt right now which I completely understood, but she didn't have to act like this.

"It's her isn't it?" She asked with tears down her face. I was getting ready to throw her ass out until she asked that.

"It's who Kelly?"

"Beyoncé! My fucking roommate. I knew from the beginning that the bitch was a snake just like Lala said and I was the fool to give her the benefit of the doubt. So tell me, is it her? I just need you to confirm it."

I shook my head and walked her to the door, "Kelly, just stop okay? I'm unhappy and you know that. Why are you pointing fingers right now? Being friends with Lala has your head all the way fucked up so I'm done with this conversation."

We made it outside and she bust out crying making me look at her as if she was crazy. "Jay, is it her? For once, don't lie to me. You're done with me right? So what's so hard for you to tell me the truth."

"You claim to know everything so bad, so you obviously know the truth. What am I gonna tell you?"

She sighed, "Are you sleeping with her? Have you slept with her? Which one is it?"

I stared at her and shook my head, once again tempted to tell her the truth but I couldn't do Beyoncé like that. Even though her and Kelly really aren't friends, they are roommates and at the end of the day, Beyoncé has to go home and I don't need Kelly doing anything to her while I'm not there. I'm pretty sure Beyoncé can take care of herself, but knowing Kelly and Lala, they may be up to something.

"Who I'm sleeping with ain't your business ma. I told you what was up, I told you I was unhappy and you know that. Don't do this right now. Don't drag another female in this shit because your friend is insecure and miserable as fuck. Think for yourself for once and get Lala out your head. That shit is not healthy Kelly."

I wiped away her tears and kissed her forehead, "No matter what, I love you but some things just aren't meant to be."

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I had to stop this right here because I'm honestly not sure how I want the rest of this story to go, so as usual, what do you guys want to happen next?

1)Do y'all think Jay should have told Kelly the truth? Should Beyoncé tell her?

2) What do you guys think will happen when Beyoncé arrive home?

3) Did Jay make a smart decision by picking Beyoncé over Kelly? Why or why not?

I'm glad everyone is enjoying this story. Even though I've been dealing with writer's block, I really enjoy writing this and can't wait for the ending result. Thank you for reading! Vote and comment!