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Work Wife²︎⁂︎

Work Wife pt. 2 - Beyonce
y/n pov
3 months later
Knowles Company

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I was so bored in this fucking meeting. Beyonce's new assistant , Victoria Justice, was giving a presentation on Beyonce's view of the future of the company. I laid my head on the table because I was soooo bored. "Ms.y/n is there a problem?" I hear Victoria say to me. I put my head up, "No Ms.Justice continue." I coldly say. She's just like Jennifer. Thirsty and pressed as fuck that me and Beyonce were in a relationship.

I feel Beyonce's hand go in my pencil skirt. I glance at her and mouth "stop". She of course didn't listen. We haven't had sex in a week because I had to go on a business trip in Beyonce's place. I try to move her hand but she grabs my thigh hard as fuck. I loudly whine. Everyone turns to look at me and Beyonce. "What are you guys looking at?" Beyonce said innocently and I cuss her out in my head. Everyone quickly turns their attention back to Victoria. Why is everyone so scared of her?

The meeting ends and everyone quickly leaves to go back to their desk. "Y/n stay." I hear Beyonce call out to me. "Fuck." I utter quietly. Victoria glares at me then leaves. "Come here princess." Beyonce says to me. I nod and head over to her. "Yes Baby?" I ask while looking up at her. "I missed you at my house. It isn't the same sleeping alone no more baby." She whines. I quietly laugh. "I'll come over tonight." I say to her. "Good." She quickly says, pulling me into a deep kiss. I moan and wrap my arm around her neck. "Daddy stawwppp." I say to her, pushing her because she was reaching to lift my skirt. She whines, "Baby pleasee.". I laugh and exit the room.

I walk into my office to see someone I thought I'd never see again. "Drake?' I say trying to answer the question in my head. "Well, hello Ms.Y/n." He says getting up and walking over to me. "What are you doing here?" I ask while leaning into the hug he was offering. "I was in the area visiting my uncle and I wanted to see my favorite girl from back home." He smiled at me. "Oh now I'm favorite?" I cheese at him. "You always were my favorite girl." He says. Here's the thing. Back in High School, me and Drake had a short lived relationship only lasting 3 weeks. He seems to be stuck on me though. It's weird.

"Y/n are you rea- oh hello." Beyonce says while peering over at Drake and I. "Hi baby! This is Drake. Drake meet Beyonce, my wif- girlfriend." I said to both of them while walking over to Beyonce. "Umm Hi!" Drake says, a little bit of a shocked look rested on his face. "Yes I like girls and a girl so happened to be my soulmate. " I say, after quickly kissing Beyonce in a deep and passionate way. "Mmm baby you taste like mangos." I seductively say to Beyonce. "Ahmm." Drake coughed up rudely interrupting us. I wanted to show off Beyonce and I never really liked the fact that Drake randomly popped up knowing last time we talk to each other we ended up getting into an argument because I told him AND I QUOTE, "Drake I don't want yo 8 baby momma having ass.". "Get the fuck on Drake we aren't friends like that." I harshly say to him hoping he'll leave me the fuck alone for the rest of my life. "Ight damn. I won't come around you no more." Drake mumbles pushing past Beyonce and I at the door.

Beyonce smirks at me, "I thought I was the one supposed to be jealous.". "Baby I'm not jealous I was just tired of his bitch ass popping up on me like we're friends. I hate that mothafucka." I joyfully said. She chuckles at me and grabs my waist a little tighter. "Let's go get some lunch." She says, holding the door open for me. I kiss her and head to the elevator. We enter and Beyonce presses the private garage button. I Look at her and admire her in her outfit.