The Pleasure Principle {FIN}

Chapter Twenty-Five.

*This Chapter is Dedicated To: @TeamLightSkinded !! She requested an update today for her birthday, and I know it's not midnight so I'm a little early, but still, Happy Birthday, girl!*

Bey's P.O.V.

He escorted me inside, and when I was actually inside of RocNation, my mouth nearly hung open. I marveled at the high ceilings, the small fountain providing a unique ambiance, the glass light fixtures, and marble floors. If you hadn't thought that Jay had money, his building was a pretty good indication of his fortune.

"C'mon. I have better places to show you than the lobby." Nodding, I let him drag me away from the entry that my eyes still wandered around, and joined him in the elevator, looking out of the one glass side that allowed us to watch the floors get smaller and smaller as we ascended. It stopped on the highest floor- figures -and he showed me down an exclusive hallway toward one of three doors on the floor. "Now, you cannot tell anyone you have seen the inside of RocNation offices," he explained with a light-hearted chuckle.

"And why not?"

"Because it keeps people guessing." I tilted my head back and forth, contemplating the logic in his theory, but my thought process was cut short when he unlocked the door and opened it, revealing a recording studio, small blue lights at the ceiling and technical items on either side. The vocal booth was directly what you were looking at when walking in the room, making it the focal point.

"So what would we be doing in a recording studio?" A smirk claimed a spot on his face, and he gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs as he did the same. Jay reached down from underneath the sound board and pulled out a notebook that I recognized too well. It was my notebook. "How'd you get that?"

"Must've fell out of your work bag or something. You left it on the office table and, luckily enough for you, I found it." I stared down at the ground and smiled sheepishly.

"I haven't written in that in months." He raised an eyebrow and sat back into the chair, waving the notebook a few times and then setting it down.

"It's good stuff, Bey. It's really good."

"I still don't understand why you brought me here." He chuckled as if I should know the answer, and in the back of my mind, I kind of did.

"I want you to sing it."

"I can't- I can't sing it."

"And why not?"

"I just can't."

"Baby, that doesn't answer my question. Why is inquiring for what reason."

"I can't sing it because I.. I get nervous, Jay." His eyes widened in dismay, and he fake slapped me, just missing my face.

"Girl are you crazy? Go sing the damn song," he replied matter-of-factly. "You've got chord names written here and everything. If you don't get up here and go sing it, then I'm going to have to. And we both know that won't be a pleasant experience." I giggle and tousled my hair over my head.

"I don't want to be famous."

"Ma, it's not even all that. Lemme see if you can sing first and then we'll discuss other matters."

"So are you suggesting that I can't sing?" I asked, raising an incriminating eyebrow. I'll tolerate plenty of things, but underestimating my singing ability would not be one of them. He tried it.

"You sittin' here makin' excuses and shit. There must be some reason you won't just sing the song," he defended. I locked eye contact with him and stood up, walking into the booth and putting on the headset. "Which one you singin'? I tried to have the tracks made exactly according to your musical directions," he said, still smirking.