The Way I Love You- Fanfiction
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles, lead singer with her group Destiny's Child. A young hit star whose career was just taking off. She's always wanted to be a big star, and one day her dream came true. She went from singing in he...
I was sitting down enjoying my lunch across for Michael. We both were more than grateful to be taking a well deserved break from the public.
We had a couples trip back to Turks & Caicos in a few weeks so we were planning out our schedules accordingly.
"I'll handle Mathew at a later date, there's not much me and him have to handle. Just release dates and planning."
"Release dates for?"
"My next album.."
"Damn you're a badass baby, tour and album under a year. I need to take notes obviously."
I flickered my hair dramatically. "I know being a superstar can be really difficult but I manage."
I took a sip of my drink and continued laughing with Michael. We kept chatting with each other then cleaned our spots up.
We were now laying on the couch when Michael got a call so he excused himself and left the room. I continued watching tv when after ten minutes he came to me excitedly.
"Go get dressed I have something to bring you to." He began pulling on my arms trying to get me off the couch. "Hurry or we'll be late."
"Fine give me an hour." I was pushed into the bedroom from Michael who seemed very excited.
I was being rushed to get dressed so I couldn't get fully glammed up. I changed into a blue cropped sweater, blue mom jeans, and nikes. I did my makeup and pulled my hair back with a yellow ribbon.
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"I'm ready Michael let's go." I said as I grabbed my purse and began walking out the door.
Michael followed behind me sliding on his black Ray-bans. He pulled the door close and made sure it was locked.
We walked hand in hand until we reached the car. We both slid in then Michael asked the driver to go to Hayvenhurst.
"We're going to Hayvenhurst? I wish you had told me this sooner. I would have dressed more appropriately. I don't want to seem like a slut."
"Baby don't worry about that? Jermaine's girlfriends has dressed worse than you could ever imagine. More tittes out than a cow."
"Okay that makes me feel better then. I could always steal your jacket." I tasted Michael as he lowered his glasses and gave me a confused expression.
He had on a blue letterman with a white undershirt, black slacks, and loafers. He knew I would never asked for his jacket, but I could tell he was dying for it to happen.
"Yep I said it, don't think I won't either." I popped his nose then smiled. Biting down on my lower lip while staring into his deep eyes.
"I'll believe that when I see and hear it. You've always been so afraid to ask me for something."
