Trap Queen

Ch. 1

Beyoncé // G

I get home from the club and strip out of my dress and heels. When I'm home, I prefer to have on as little clothes as possible, without showing everything mama gave me. I throw my hair up in a messy bun and turn my TV on before I get on the bed and plug all three of my phones in to see if I missed any notifications.

"Jay!"

A few seconds later Jay walks in to my room.
"What's up boss?"

"Will you please, please go get me something to eat, pleeease?!"

He chuckles before saying "Sure. Text me what you want."

"Thank you!" I go back to my phone and start checking my schedule for the next few days. There's two shipments and three drops we have to make. Five customers are supposed to make their payment by Tuesday, and its Saturday. I really hope I don't have to track anyone down.

I put Fast 7 on so I can have some damn noise in the background. I hate being the only one home. Even though there's guards at the entrance and at the door, I still don't like being here by myself.

I lay my head down after texting Jay what I want to eat and realize how exhausted I really am. I think I fell asleep the second I closed my eyes.

*SMACK!

I wake up to a smack on my ass and grab my gun under my pillow, aiming it at the person in my room.

The sound of Chris's laughter fills the air seconds later. "Calm down killa."

"Fucker! You almost got shot." I rub the cheek that he smacked while making a hissing sound. "You're a dick. Did you leave a mark?"

"I don't know. Turn around so I can see." I roll my eyes at him, making him laugh. "you don't want me to rub it?" I smack his hand away and laugh.

"What do you want, fool?"

"You gonna come join me in the room or are you too tired?"

"Nah I'm good for tonight. I'm fuckin exhausted."

"Alrite. That just means I get that Rihanna girl all to myself." I shot out of bed with my eyes wide open after hearing that.

"You better be playin nigga." My eyes slant into a deadly glare.

He starts laughing again but ion see shit funny. "I am. Calm down."

"That ain't funny. I told yo ass she was off limits."

"You didn't even bring her home. How you gon say she's off limits?"

I roll my eyes as I remain silent.

"Ah shit! Giselle finally catching feelings?"

Now that made me laugh. "Right. That'll be the day. I just wanna make sure I get a taste before you do."

"That reminds me. Here" He hands me money, and I give him a quizzical look. "Rihanna gave it to me before we left and told me to give it to you."

I count it and see that the whole rack and some I'd given her was all there. "Why'd she give this to you?"

"Something about she only brought you limes. I don't know. I tried telling her to just keep it, but she set it on the table in front of me and walked away. If I hadn't grabbed it one of those thirsty ass strippers woulda."

"What the hell?"

Chris laughs and shrugs his shoulders before kissing my cheek and saying good night. I decide to get up and put on my robe to head downstairs. That nigga better have brought my damn food.