Undercover

Chapter 2

Beyoncé

"Alright Beyoncé he's here. Keep this in your ear at all times so we can hear you and DON'T blow your cover,"my partner Figuero gave me cold eyes. "No pressure,"he flashed his pearly teeth and I rolled my eyes taking the ear bud and placing it in my ear.

We were at the park and I was about to set off on what was to be the biggest mission of my life. My palms were sweaty and I reeked of anxiety but I had to do this. If I did this the right way then I would be going places. High places.

"Alright. Wish me luck,"I opened the car door.

"You'll need more than luck Officer Knowles,"I turned my head at Figuero who was chuckling. He was my partner and I hated his ass. Why did he have to be with me on this one?

I ignored his last comment and stepped out of the truck. I placed my bag on my shoulder and calmly walked to the bench he was sitting on.

As I neared I took note of his real-life features. Chocolate skin, a big nose, freckles, full lips, chestnut eyes, toned arms and a chiseled frame. If I wasn't meant to arrest him then I would definitely sample him.

Innocently I sat beside him and waited for a few seconds. Through my glasses I watched him play Candy Crush Saga on his iPhone 7. It looked as if he was struggling on that particular level.

"That level's hard but I used the fish powerup to win,"I smiled at him.

"And who the fuck are you?"he frowned giving me a stank look. Damn I wanted to let him know who the fuck I was but that would end up in me probably losing my job.

"Beyoncé Giselle Knowles. Sorry, I was just being friendly,"I raised my hands surrendering. He rubbed his fade and sighed.

"My bad. You from the south?"I nodded. "Yo accent thick ma,"he continued with his game though his eyes were hard.

"What's wrong?"I questioned and he shook his head.

"Nothin' ma,"he looked up from his game and looked me up and down. I decided to play a little and fold my legs knowing my dress would rise. I knew what these niggas were about. If they saw something they liked then they'd whine for it like a little boy who wanted his Christmas present a bit too early for his own good.

"Why don't I take you out? As an apology for being so rude?"he offered.

"How do I know you're not a murderer or a robber? How do I know you're not lowkey psycho huh? Hell I don't even know your name,"I pulled my shades up and squinted my eyes at him.

"The name's Jay and I'm nothin' like that. Just a normal Brooklyn native,"he held his hand out and I shook it. Tuh. He ain't nothin' like that alright. He's worse.

"Agree to go with him Beyoncé. Agree,"I heard Figuero speak into my ear through the earbud. I sighed and internally rolled my eyes. It was like there were two sides of me. There was one Beyoncé screaming no and there was Figuero agreeing with the other Beyoncé to go out with him.

"Well I guess I can know a bit more about you over some lunch,"I tilted my head.

"Aight ma here's my number. I guess it's a date,"he stood up and passed me a piece of paper.

"I never said it's a date,"I tilted my head.

"If I say it's a date then it's a motherfucking date,"he turned his head at me walking away.

"Rude,"I mumbled under my breath.

I stayed on the bench for a while before heading back to the all-black SUV parked a few meters from where I was sitting. I hopped into the truck and buckled my seatbelt.

"Did you get everything you need?"i looked down at his notepad.

"If I got everything I need Beyoncé the case would be closed. The rate you're going it's going to take years for us to finish this shit,"he threw his notepad and pen onto the dashboard. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window.

"I've just started Officer Figuero, give me some slack. Guys like him won't just spill their entire life story after thirty seconds,"I huffed.

"You know you don't have to call me 'Officer Figuero' Beyoncé. You can call me Romeo."

"I prefer to call you 'Officer Figuero'. It's more formal,"he chuckled.

"Not like we've never gotten personal before,"I turned to him with a death stare and he smirked facing the road.

"It was one time."

"Two actually."

"I was drunk."

"Two times?"

"I didn't even enjoy it."

"You came more than me."

"Ever heard of a fake orgasm?"he pulled up to the police station. "You know what they say. 'Fake it to make it',"I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door getting out of the SUV. I slammed the door once again leaving Figuero stunned and strutted to my black 2016 Bentley Continental GT.

That was something I didn't tell y'all. Figuero and I had slept together after me and Lance had a nasty divorce. He was a rebound and I was so emotionally torn I didn't have control of my actions. Figuero was there for me and one thing led to another. I felt disgusting after that because I felt like a hoe jumping from one man to another. Of course Kelly and Nicki were proud of me but I didn't feel right and things were awkward between me and Figuero. To this day I don't believe Lance knows about Figuero and I pray that he don't catch me but you just can't know.

Author's Notes:
Here goes another one. What do you think's gonna happen at this 'date' with Bey and Jay?

Comment and Vote. Lemme know your opinions.

Love & Peace,

The Author🇳🇬