BAD GYAL 4 - Michael Jackson & Beyonce lesbian love story

Chapter 69 - The Noise Next Door

Later that night - Beyonce's POV:

Bitch, if u still up cum to room 903. Me, Liyah n the twins are being goofy n playing games, it's fun. Tell MJ to cum too, is she still in the room wit u?

I reply to Nicki's text:

No, MJ left ages ago. I've just been in bed, praying n reading the bible. I need to get back in touch with God.

She replies a minute later:

Noooo, dont holla at God yet! We gotta go wild in Beverly Hills 1st looool. Cum join us, bitch!

I crack a smile, then reply:

Aite bitch I'm coming.

I roll out of bed, slip into my furry slippers and grab my night robe; usually, I'd say no to something like this (y'all know I can be boring when I'm in my feelings🙈) but lord knows I need to do whatever I can to get MJ off my mind; anything to stop me from having flashbacks of me and my half sister making sweet love.

Rihanna's POV:

"Bae, we've been talking for almost an hour, and you still aint reached a decision" I say, holding an ice pack over my eye.

MJ hangs her head down, "I know what I've decided, I just need you to understand that I've grown and it's certain shit I just wont allow."

"I do understand! And like I said, I'ma stop being so friendly and_"

"friendly?! Naw, flirtatious is the word."

"Let's not argue" I put my ice pack down and wrap my arms around her neck, "listen to me. I dont need all the extra attention anymore. It dont mean shit if it aint coming from YOU. I've learned my lesson bae, trust me."

As MJ stares back at me, I remember how she once told me my green eyes were her biggest weakness; she takes a deep breath, "aite, so um, I guess what I'm saying is, I think we should try again but take it really slow. Like, maybe start off as just fuck buddies?"

A combination of a smile and a lip bite spreads across my face as a feeling of joy washes over me, "I dont mind, it's a start."

"Cool. I'ma go in my room now, it's getting late."

"You want company?"

Beyonce's POV:

Btw, can u feed bad bitch for me? Give her the Breeders bag.

I step out of the room and close the door as I reply to Nicki's text:

Your ugly lil dog is sleeping.

I giggle to myself and slip my phone in my pocket as I begin to walk toward the elevator; I stop giggling when I notice MJ and Rihanna stepping inside the room next door, holding hands; they're too busy talking about 'ordering some drinks' to notice me.

Aww hewlll nawww!😡

"MJ!" I automatically yell, walking up to them.