{LEBRON JAMES & BEYONCÉ FAN-FICTION}
Jay Z continued to cheat, and Beyoncé finally had enough. Her heart was filled with anger and revenge, and she acted upon those emotions. At a counseling session, Beyoncè decides to reveal to her husband what she...
Oh God. I felt like I was going to pass out right then and there. My plan was to cut to the chase and tell him that I was pregnant, but seeing him sitting across from me with that charming, wide grin put me at a stand still. I knew that grin would be wiped from across his face once I hand him this envelope from my purse.
So like any scared person would, I stalled. I stalled as long as I could until I couldn't anymore.
"It's just been overwhelming with the album..." I huffed.
"Why didn't you tell me you were dropping an album?" LeBron furrowed his eyes at me.
"I didn't tell anybody —not even my own Momma," I chuckled at him.
"You told Jay!" he spat back with jealousy lacing his deep voice. Drunk in Love was a favorite amongst the fans and locals.
"You mad about that song?" I questioned with a smirk on my face. Like I said before, that song is about our sexual experience and had nothing to do with Jay and I.
"Nah, it's all good. The album is so dope though. You really did your thing!" LeBron complimented my artistry. He was genuinely impressed with me.
"Thank you! What's your favorite song?" I was curious to hear what he'd say.
"Rockeeeeet til' wateeeeer faaaallllsss!" He sang obnoxiously loud, causing me to cover my face in embarrassment. LeBron may be a great athlete, but he's NOT a great singer.
"I wonder why...." I shook my head at him seductively.
"Shiiiit, that song makes me think about you and I in bed. It's been awhile since I had you all to myself," he said while playing in his beard. It's true! We've been having threesomes with Savannah whenever they're in town (New York). I'd sneak away to fuck them and then come back home like nothing happened. The last time we had a threesome was the week before I went on vacation with Jay. "After we eat, can I come back to your rental home?" He asked.
As tempting as it sounds to let him make sweet love to me like I know he can, I knew that it wouldn't be the best thing to do right now. I needed to stop beating around the bush, woman up, and tell him the truth.
"No babe!" I sighed.
"Why?" he frowned.
"There's something I have to tell you —well show you," I spoke lowly. I dug inside my purse and pulled out the small envelope and handed it to him. I tried to remain as calm as possible, but my body was shaking from the intense anxiety.
"What's this?" LeBron questioned.
"Open it to find out!" I commanded. It seemed like everything was moving in slow motion at this point. I watched his fingers as he meticulously opened the envelope and pulled out the picture.
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