Beyoncé's eyes were glued to the screen reliving past memories of her and Curtis. Their early relationship was great as they fed off of each other and cooperated so easily. As time went on, Curtis became a changed man. He became more business invested putting their relationship second. Putting her needs and wants second. She felt like a product, for him to make her do anything to his desires if it meant that more paper would be given to him.
He always had the excuse of that they were doing this for them, but it didn't feel like that. It was all one sided. She didn't want to partake in it if this is the effect it had on their relationship. To her.
Lighting up the cigarette, she stuck it between her lips inhaling a good amount and letting the smoke come out her nostrils. It was a day for relaxation and once again, she had been going through their recordings walking down memory lane.
Curtis wasn't home and was away for business which gave her the perfect opportunity to call the producer.
The front door was unlocked making it easy for Y/n to walk in and go to the theater room to see her sitting down with her hair up and a cigarette between her fingers.
Beyoncé sensed Y/n coming towards her but still focused on the screen. Eventually she felt a peck to her cheek making her smile and looked up to the side to see the typical casual attire Y/n had on.
"I'm starting to feel like a booty call," Y/n said then looked at the screen to see a happy Curtis and Beyoncé recording themselves on the bed laughing and talking.
"What is this a sex tape?"
Beyoncé shook her head with a small smile on her face, "No. Curtis don't believe in those."
"What do you mean he don't believe in them?"
"He thinks it's a bad thing to record yourself having sex. He's never been much of a freak in the bed."
Y/n stood in her way blocking her view as she looked up yet again, "Wanna make one?"
"I didn't know you direct those type of films Ms. Y/l/n."
"Well I'm a woman of many things, shouldn't be a surprise to you."
Beyoncé only shook her head as she focused back on the screen but her view was soon blocked when Y/n got in her way again and even closer.
"You must be in a bad mood if you're watching these videos. Want me to get your mind off of him and make you feel better?" Y/n offered.
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"You're sweet, but I already feel better with you being here. Thank you."
"If you're fine then why you're still here gawking at the screen?" Y/n grabbed her wrist turning the end of the cigarette towards her mouth to inhale before letting the smoke go out her mouth. "This is nasty. What kind of cheap quality shit is this?
