Trap Queen

Ch. 9

G // Beyoncé

"Robyn, I ain't playin, you ain't holding out for another month, yo." I grab her waist and pull her to me, and she lets out a sigh and shakes her head while trying to block me

"And I'm not playin, G. We not 'avin sex tonight."

"Look, I'm a sore muhfuckin loser, and I refuse to lose that stupid bet with Chris."

"Wha bet?! You bet on sex with me?!" Her hands dropped by her sides and balled into fists as her eyes darkened.

Oop...

"Uh yeah. Why? Is that bad?"

Shiiit, I mean, is it?

"Yes, G, it is! I'm yuh gyal now and what we do in da bedroom is nobody's business but ours. Jah, you're such a fuckin nigga sometimes." She lets out a huff and shakes her head

"How!?"

Rih groans and sits on the bed, taking off her heels before putting her face in her hands. "What was da bet? And what do ya win?"

"What kinda question is that? I win you. I win pussy."

"Dat could've been so cute if you 'adn't said pussy at da end. And what does Chris win if you lose?"

"The same thing."

"Yo!! What?!" She jumps up and clenches her fists again while having this glare on her face that could kill. "Explain, Giselle!" My head pops back a bit from her using my full name.

"He gets to be in control for the next three times we have sex." I shrug my shoulders, and I can see her getting pissed. "What, Rihanna?" I don't get why she's gettin so mad. He and I have fucked the entire time I've known her.

She throws her head back while letting out a humorless chuckle.

"You can't be serious? What da fuck G?! You can't still have sex with Chris yo!"

"Then you better open your legs, babygirl." She now chuckles a more crazy laugh before shaking her head again.

"Oh my fucking god. Listen, G, and listen good, if you and I are together, you and Chris or any other bitch or nigga are not 'aving sex. Period."

"Like at all?"

You gotta understand, this is my first relationship. I don't know the 'rules' of this shit. I thought past dick and pussy was still allowed but not like new dick or pussy.

"No da fuck?! None. At all. You can't 'ave sex with anyone but me, G." She scoffs before going into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

I run my hand down my face before getting up to follow her into the bathroom but see she'd locked it behind her.

"Yo, Robyn, open the door."

"I'm showering. I'll be out in a few." I let out a sigh as I rub the back of my neck.

I strip out of my sweats and sweatshirt and lay on the bed in my underwear. I turn the TV on and start a movie while waiting for Rih.

"You already piss off your girl?" I look up and see Chris in the doorway with a smirk on his face

"Yup. I told her about our bet." I shrug but his eyes bug out

"The fuck? Why would you do that, idiot?"

"Cause I didn't wanna lose, and I thought if she knew about it she'd give me some pussy." I shrug my shoulders again, and Chris busts out laughing.

"Hold up. I gotta go get Nick for this." I furrow my eyebrows together and watch him walk out of the room. A few minutes later they both come in and Nicki is scolding me like a disappointed mother.