Obsession [slow updates]

19

Beyoncé hadn't wanted to hurt her. She'd been honest with her from the start and throughout this whole thing. It was just sex. Every step of the way, she had been clear. She wasn't about to blow up her life for some hairdresser from New York.

Each time they touched, she didn't do much more. She didn't cuddle her or whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Just fucked her and left - or slept if that was easier. Even when she kissed her, she made it clear it was just physical. There was no need for anything more between them.

They were both consenting adults after all, and it was just a nice way to pass the time. Beyoncé hadn't wanted to hurt her, but she knew she had.

"Im sorry," Nicki said, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. She had hoped that maybe Beyoncé would feel differently by now. Maybe she would see Nicki as more than just someone to fuck. She had tried not to let her emotions get in the way, but constant casual sex was hard not to read into.

"Sometimes I wish that...." Beyoncé sighed. "I know what you mean by the connection. It's just—"

A knock on Beyoncé's door interrupted them. There was shuffling as Beyoncé put on a robe, sprayed some perfume, and stood to open the door. "What is it?" She asked looking her security team up and down.

"Mrs. C- Beyoncé" he corrected himself. She hated to be called that by people she saw everyday. She was more than just her husband's wife.

"Yes, what is it?" She asked the man standing in her doorway at close to 3AM.

He mumbled but the next words were perceptible. "We think you have a stalker"

A deep groan was released from Beyoncé. She'd dealt with this before but it didn't make it any less scary. A knot tied in her stomach as the other side of the phone went deathly silent.

Nickis breath caught in her throat at the words.

She hung up and quickly tossed the phone. Did they know? Was Beyoncé going to think she was some kind of creep? She wasn't a stalker. She wasn't anything like that.

She could be in France throwing herself into more debt, but she wasn't. She could've been in every hotel Beyoncé had stayed in, could've really followed her and found her exact location. But she wasn't.

She was in Mexico working. She only had her location so she'd know Beyoncé was safe. She worried about her, you know? The feelings were real. Nicki's heart pounded in her chest as her phone hit the floorboards.

Her mind raced with thoughts of Beyoncé finding out about her behaviour and stopping her. She hoped it wouldn't affect their relationship. Surely it would just prove her love for the woman? She did love her. She really did.

Things had been going so well. Had she not been careful enough? Or simply been too careful? She couldn't stand the thought of losing Beyoncé. She had to talk to her and let her know she wasn't crazy. She didn't want that security guard filling her mind with stuff.

Beyoncé knew Nicki. She knew what they had. She needed to trust that. Nicki couldn't stand the idea of Beyoncé looking at her with suspicion or disgust. She didn't want to lose their friendship or the intimacy they shared.

Nicki glanced around the room, desperate for a way out. But she couldn't face talking to Beyoncé right now, not when her mind was racing with a million different scenarios. She needed to calm down, think clearly about what she wanted and what was best for both of them. She loved that woman, none of this should matter.

Nicki hauled herself off the bed and grabbed her bag, tossing it over her shoulder, terrified of what might have been coming.

Right now, her thoughts were consumed by Beyoncé's possible reaction. She needed to get out of this hotel and back to her place, where she could think clearly and decide on her next move. She couldn't afford to lose Beyoncé, but she couldn't risk letting her find out that she had been stalking her. Beyoncé was so close to finally being her girlfriend or eventually her wife.