Shawn's POV "Can we get another round over here?" Kanye asked the bartender.
The bartender poured a round of tequila shots for me and my crew and Kanye handed her a $100 bill.
"Nah, man, I gotta get home," I objected. This would be my 10th shot of the night and I shouldn't have come out tonight to begin with because it was one of two nights that Bey had free in a whole month, but here I was.
"Wifey will be aight without you," Bleek said. "She probably ain't even waiting up for yo ass anyway."
I nodded, he was normally right. That's the problem with me and Bey lately. She's up in movies, recording albums, shooting videos, on tour, promo stuff all time, I can't blame her...I know that life, but it makes it hard to have a relationship. And now that she can make it home for two days I'm supposed to build my whole life around when she can make time for me?
I know it sounds stupid but that was the fight we got into earlier. Hell, it seems like that was the fight we were getting in constantly, and as much as I love her, I was getting tired of it. So tonight, instead of talking it out with Bey at home, I stormed out and came to the club.
"Fuck it," I said, throwing the shot back. Bey was gonna be mad at me either way, might as well have some fun.
After taking the shot, I took a couple hits of a blunt as it made its way around and I definitely wasn't stressing about Bey anymore.
I got up from the couch in the VIP section and stumbled a bit as I walked over to the bar to get another shot, but on my way there, I was distracted by a woman who's silhouette looked a lot like Bey's.
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I furrowed my eyebrows, did she really follow me to the club?
As she stepped into the light I realized that it wasn't Bey, it was Rihanna, this new chick I signed to Roc Nation, it totally slipped my mind that we invited her out tonight, as kind of a welcome to the label thing.
"Hey Jay," she said shyly.
"Hey Rih, you made it out! Damn, you look good," I said biting down on my lip as I looked her up and down. I'd never been unfaithful to Bey, but with our conflicting schedules it's been almost a month since we've had sex, so I can't help but look elsewhere.
"Thanks, I got this dress for tonight, I look okay?"
I nodded as she turned around and I got a look at how the dress was hugging her body in all the right places.
"More than okay, ma," I said to her. "Come on let's get you a drink, it's all on our tab tonight you ain't gotta worry about anything."
"Cool," she nodded, "Come with me?"
I followed her to the bar and ordered another shot. "How many you had already?" she asked.
I just shook my head, "Too many."
"Well I guess I gotta catch up then," she said to me then turned to the bartender, "Lemme get four shots of Jack please."
She got the shots and threw them all back like it was nothing, I didn't know if I should be nervous or impressed.
"Damn, it's like that?" I asked her.
"I know I look like a good girl but that don't mean anything," she said, winking at me.
I chuckled, "Come on, ma, I'll show to you the spot," I said, leading her back to where all of us were sitting.
—- I rolled off of Rihanna after finishing inside of her, I didn't have a condom but she said she was on the pill, so my dumb ass just better hope she doesn't have any STDs.
I don't know how we got here...all I know is one thing led to another and now we just finished having sex in the private room of the club.
The feelings of regret immediately sobered me up, yeah, it felt great while we were in the middle of it...like I said, it's been almost a month since me and Bey had sex, but now that it was over, I was filled with regret. I had to go home, I had to tell Bey what happened. Honesty was the only way I could make this right.
"Rih, listen, what happened tonight-"
She interrupted me, "Jay, don't worry about it. I'm not catching feelings for you or anything and I know you have a girl....but you know where to find me next time you need a good time."
I shook my head and got dressed as quickly as possible before calling my driver to come bring me home.
I stepped into the townhouse that we shared and quietly walked into our bedroom to see Beyoncé in a deep sleep looking like an angel, making me feel even more horrible about what I did.
I went downstairs to our guest bathroom to shower all of the alcohol, weed, and sex smell off of me so I wouldn't wake her up.
After showering, I went back upstairs and got into bed, gently kissing her cheek. I was relieved that she didn't wake up because I didn't wanna deal with the "Why you coming home so late?" conversation, but I knew my relief wouldn't last long because in the morning, the truth would have to come out.
—- I woke up to see Bey's side of the bed empty. I smiled, smelling fresh pancakes, one of the few things that Beyoncé can actually cook. I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen to see Beyoncé wearing one of my t shirts and a black thong, setting two plates of pancakes on the table.
"Hey baby," she said and gave me a kiss.
"Hey, you made pancakes?"
"Yeah, they're your favorite thing that I can cook, which I know isn't saying a lot, but still," she said.
I nervously laughed, "Thank you, Bey. I actually need to talk to you though."
"I need to talk to you too, let me go first? Please," she said as we sat down at the table.
I nodded, "Okay, go ahead."
"Baby, I'm sorry about last night. We only have a limited amount of time together, let's not waste it arguing about stupid shit. I missed you so much, so how about you finish those pancakes then I can show you just how much I missed you?"
I swallowed hard, how was I gonna say no to that?
I smiled, "You're right, I'm sorry too, and I missed you....so much," I said kissing her then moving down to kiss her neck.
She giggled, "Uh uh, finish your pancakes first, then me."
I laughed, "You wrong for that," I said as I took a bite of my food.
Maybe I didn't need to tell Bey about last night. It was a one time thing and it'll never happen again, so is it really worth the pain it'd cause her?
I decided to just put it behind me and pretend nothing ever happened.
— Yes I'm writing another book cause I can't help myself 😂
