Whoever said 'preacher's kids are the worst' obviously haven't met Beyoncé Knowles or maybe they have because when the bad boy Shawn Carter aka Jay-z comes to town he turns this good girl into her parents worst nightmare. She starts falling for his...
"Bey, I'm sorry about what I said just open the door already."
"The lock is broke remember?" She reminded which made me feel stupid as shit cuz I've been standing right here wiggling the doorknob to an unlocked door.
Bey sat in the bathtub with her clothes on.
"Why you run?" I questioned, "I didn't mean for that to happen... it just does that out of nowhere sometimes, I have no control when it do-"
"Do you think I'm pretty, Jay?" She asked me.
"What type of dumb ass question is that?" I retorted.
"I don't know why I even- you know what forget I ever asked cuz you j-"
"Hell yeah, I think you are fly as fuck." I cut her off before she started rambling and shit.
"Am I pretty enough to wanna marry or am I stupid for even still following that no sex before marriage rule; nobody in this generation even does no more." She teared up as I scoot her legs away and joined her in the tub on the other end.
"Yes, you are a little stupid for being stingy with them cheeks but any nigga not willing to work for 'em is even stupider," I admitted.
She stared up at me like she was just seeing me for the first time. "Do you even hear yourself when you talk or do you talk just to talk?"
"Shit! Both." I confessed. "My grandma used to tell me 'we got only one mouth to talk and two ears to listen' so I'm gon keep speaking my mind cuz I ain't got an extra mouth like I do ears."
"I'm sure that's a wrong interpretation of that saying."
"Nah! Think about it if you got two of something you have a spare and if you have only 1 then you only have that 1 so you should cherish it and use it as much as possible cuz you never know when you won't be able to use it again." I explained.
"What if I don't wannabe anymore?"
"Wannabe what?"
"A virgin," she replied. "Would you help me-"
"Are you deadass right now?" I asked her while sitting up and examining her face. She looked like she was serious which had me at a lost for words and I'm usually never at a lost for words.
She nodded, and that's all the confirmation I needed; a nigga was ready to take her down in this tub right now.
"So will you help me lose it?"
"Hell yeah!" Shit! Then baby say no more I thought as I leaned forward; she held out her hand stopping me.
"On one condition we have to do it my way and on my terms." she made clear. "Right now isn't safe," she said then kissed my jaw before leaving the tub and leaving me hard.
The next day, we were at the club. Bey had managed to get a job as a bartender and I was left getting my ears talked off by Bullet' old ass. Nothing he was telling me satisfied me. I think he knew that only money talks cuz the following week he sent Duck and me on a mission to rob one of the local gas stations; you know initiation type shit.
I think he just wanted to test my skills and see what I was all about. And I proved myself worthy, I know I did even though the money we got from the cash register wasn't too much of shit. Especially after splitting with Duck who drove the getaway car.
I was still hungry and petty crimes like these weren't doing shit for my appetite.
The only good thing about 'em though is they kept my mind off of Beyonce. We both became occupied in our work.
Sometimes I'd have slip-ups. And one of the girls from the club would be there to take care of me. Which always ended in them throwing the neck.
I was starting to think Bey didn't like me like that. And that, that shit she told me in the bathroom was just a lie to get me to keep bitches from the motel.
I hid my gun away on the board in the dresser. The door opened, and Bey stumbled in before tossing her purse onto the bed. "My feet are killing me." She complained before plopping down onto the bed and kicking off her shoes.
"Buy new shoes..."
"I wish I could, but I have to think about food and bills," she grumbled, rubbing her hands over her foot. "What about you... Did you make anything?"
I reached into my pocket pulling out a wrinkly $5 bill, pocket lint, and a paperclip. I had earned Bullet's trust enough these past couple days. I was no longer about to do any of the goofy shit he had a nigga doing, enough was enough.
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A/N: 2 chapters of this story were updated today so go read them and I promise this story will be updated on Thursday so be on the lookout, but in the meantime, you could go check out my other stories and leave feedback.
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