Behind Closed Doors

XXIII

Beyonces Pov

I was able to clean myself off and find a new shirt, but now here I was at the dinner table eating breakfeast with Onika and her family.

Her farther and my farther were talking about the usual. James—her aunts husband was talking with them. They all bonded over sports and sneakers. Weird dudes.

Onika was eating pancakes beside me while her Aunt eyed her.

"Nika. How have you been?" She asked looking at Onika. She hasn't looked at me once.

"I've been good Auntie. I have a great job—a great girlfriend." She planted her hand in mine and I laced our fingers together. She was trying to ease my nerves and it was working.

Aslong as Onika was here I was okay.

I could ignore her Aunts scary demeanor—aslong as she was here. "Nika! Can you help me make the rest of these pancakes?" My mother called and Onika wiped her mouth before standing up.

"I'm coming! I'll be back Bey." She kissed my cheek before patting my shoulder and I sighed.

Well there goes my damage control.

I watched her go—I wanted to avoid eye contact and conversation with her aunt even if it was for a few extra seconds. Plus her ass looked good in those jeans.

I heard her clear her throat and I looked back at the apparent Tyra Maraj—Brown.

"Besides being a stuttering mess and staring at my nieces ass what do you do?" She asked me and I cringed. Damn I wasn't subtle.

"Uh—I didn't mean for it to seem like—" Fuck this woman's been here for only like an hour and I was blowing it.

"Uhuh." She said taking a sip of her orange juice and I sighed. "I uh—I'm a environmentalist. I work with—plants—not those kind of plants like cannabis or something ya know I uh I just study uhm-." God could this go any worse?

"An environmentalist? So you stare at plants all day while my niece saves childrens lives? Good to know." She said finally piercing her eyes into mine.

"Ya know I—I have to use the bathroom." I needed to just get out of here and I abruptly stood up shaking the terrible spilling her orange juice on her.

"Oh my god I am so sorry." I say immediately and she eyed me. "Just go and avoid me in the bathroom, thanks." She said in frustration before starting to clean herself off.

I turned to my father who was eyeing her and I watched her husband get up and give me a smile of acknowledgment. "Hey—Ty let's get you cleaned up." He winked at me and was really my savior.

I watched him take her to one of the guest rooms upstairs and I groaned leaning back in my chair.

"I'm screwed and scared." I groaned closing my eyes and I saw Robert and my dad eye each other before speaking up.

"Listen maybe you're overthinking it. My sister—she doesn't usually act like that—actually I just lied that's her normally." Robert confessed.

Well he's definitely easing my nerves.

"Wow thanks that totally helps me." I said sarcastically. "But she really is loving with the people she cares about I swear. She'll get used to you!" He said.

"If "get used to" is the best way you can describe it this isn't going to go well Rob." I harshly whispered.

"Okay—Bey what did I tell you? Her Aunt doesn't define if Onika says yes to marrying you or not." My dad said and Robert spoke up.