lyric: can you ask mama if miles can come over?

i read that message a couple times. she always want me to ask in hopes that i'll help if bey says no. now that she has a boyfriend she be scared to ask herself for everything. like why do you need me to ask if you can go on a date?

no ma'am. she's working and i'm not about to get yelled at :

when bey gets into that work mode, i don't wanna bother her. she's worse than me sometimes. and this job is pissing her off right now so i'm not even gonna risk it. not gonna say i'm not the reason she's upset....i'm not gonna say i am either.

just go to my house. i don't care. yk this :

i'll rather her go to my place in case bey does say no about hers. she can't get mad about my house....it's my house. although she be thinking she run everything.

"onika get out the phone and come fix this."

"what am i fixing?" i looked up at her with a dead face. she just want me to be directly next to her through this whole thing. yea i designed the clothes but i'm not supposed to be in this shoot. she knows this.

"come see." she mugged me as i rolled my eyes walking towards her. the frown she had was cute and i pecked her lips before adjusting the skirt. like she couldn't just turn it herself. annoying. "why can't you stay up here?"

"this isn't my shoot giselle, it's yours."

"but you can stay near me."

"no i can't. i don't need to be nowhere in those pictures." i was about to walk away but she grabbed my arm. my eyebrow raised to show her i'm not about to deal with this right now. she better take these pictures and get it over with. she's not the only model in here. "your photographer is waiting."

"why can't you be my photographer? you're gonna be taking the other girls pictures."

that's because she has her own photographer. when you have a personal person, that's who you stick with. so when we booked this photoshoot, i contacted him so he could come take them. she know how this industry work.

"you know why."

"but i want you."

i closed my eyes for a split second and plastered a little smile. i'm trying not to be a bitch right now.

"unfortunately baby you can't have me right now. take the pictures stink." i kissed her and walked away. the quicker she gets this done, the quicker she can sit down. she wanna be so bratty right now like we don't have a job to do. if she's mad now i just know the attitude imma have to deal with when i gotta lock myself in my office to work. she hates that. but that's the only way i'm gonna get work done without being bothered.

"beyoncé take the pictures right before i come up there. we don't got all damn day!"

she was just standing there sluggishly like we had all the time in the world. i still have other girls pictures to take and then they have to be edited.

the look she gave me made me chuckle and i was up to the stage once again. now she's trying me. i grabbed her arm yanking her all the way off the stage into the very back. it's so dark over here.

"why you playing with me?"

she didn't say anything and i mugged her. getting on my nerves.

"what is your issue?" i grabbed her jaw so she would look directly at me. it's taking so much in me not to act a fool. she already doing that. "imma ask you one more time before i take you in that bathroom. is that what you want? to be taken in the bathroom?"

that's literally the only thing i can think of right now. because if i start being a brat like her, ignoring her and shit she'll be in her feelings about it. i try not to do that to her since i did it for four years.

"i don't wanna be taken in the bathroom but i want you."

"you have to do your job right now. go get it over with and maybe you can have me. go giselle, i'm not playing with you."

"can i have a kiss?"

"are you crying?" i scrunched my face up. that just made her tears fall more and i sighed heavily. fuck the shoot. she just need to chill out for the day or something. "fuck it. go sit down beyoncé." i walked away. she just lowkey aggravated the hell out of my soul.

while she went to go change i told her photographer that he could leave. he wasted no time to get the fuck and i don't blame him.

while he was leaving, i let my three girls know that they could start getting ready. the hairdressers had their hair done and they were just getting dressed now. in the meantime i went to beyoncé.

she was in my work office sitting in the rolling chair. i can't believe she just annoyed me like this, i don't even wanna know what's wrong anymore. all i did was look at her and she sat there with a pout.

"you get on my nerves." i walked out shutting the door. she just threw a fit for god knows what and now sitting there like she didn't just fuck up this schedule. wasting time.

i walked out and saw my girls waiting patiently.

"come." i gestured for them. they stood in front of me and i started to spray this shining stuff on their legs before rubbing it in. they need to be as shiny as possible. this is a different type of thing, i need all the dramatics. while i was behind one of them rubbing her thigh, bey came out the office. i glanced up her and went back to what i was doing.

"what are you doing?" i could hear the attitude in her voice. i'm not about to do this with her.

"my job. what are you supposed to be doing?" i glanced up at her and went back to my duty. all while i did that she was staring at me, watching me. she's so insecure it's cute sometimes. but right now she need to get out of my face. we couldn't even make it to the third outfit with her. "ok give me a second to set up my stuff." i got done with them then went to the next task.

once that camera setup was over with, it was time.

one girl at a time.

"give me something sexy. poke your hip out." i watched to see if she would do it right but didn't. so i went up to her and grabbed her waist. "keep this stiff but move your hip out." i popped the spot making her poke it. "hold it."

after that she did really good. working with new models is really fun because you can see them mold into perfection. this is her second time working with me and i see improvement already. at first she was so corny and weird, but she actually has movements now.

plus she's young. and i treat everyone the same so she got no type of favoritism.

"you're giving, mama, you're doing really well." i snapped as she moved. she was getting some really good shots out of this and i was impressed. like very. "look at you! show them curves!"

after a few more good shots we switched out.

"come here." i spoke to the model and she came quickly. she's an old head, i've been working with her for a minute. her work ethic is really good. the determination she has is what keeps me connected to her with work. only. "take this shirt off."

"why would she take her shirt off?" bey mugged and i looked at her. she need to kind her business because when it was her turn she didn't act right.

"stay over there."

"i don't wanna offend her in any way...." i looked at the girl with a straight face.

"you're not offending her, she's being a brat right now." i sighed heavily gesturing for the model to follow me to the back. beyoncé is gonna be the death of me today. "all i wanted you to do was take your bra off for this shirt. can you do that?"

"yea."

she did it and i examined how it looked without it. something is missing but i'll figure it out later. we need to get this over with.

"your phone rung three times."

"who was it?" i looked at her funny because i know she looked at it. she doesn't give me privacy when it comes to my phone, that's a fact. she'll hurt her own damn feelings trying to be in my business.

"i didn't look." just lying. i stopped looking at the photos to completely turn to her.

"yes you did, who is it?"

"agent." she mumbled looking at her nails and i chuckled. just so bratty. while i called him back she came and sat in my lap. i unzipped her black jacket and rubbed her stomach softly. her attachment issues are insane. like soooo insane. we've been in the same building all day but she still wanna be closer. as in skin on skin.

"ms.nic, what took so long?" he chuckled answering.

"i was finishing up with some models. what's up?"

"i have a new model. she said she knows you and has worked with you before. some of your work includes her face, so i was wondering if she could continue. she's a very beautiful girl."

"i mean....if you feel like it's good, include her. especially if she's saying that she knows me. i only work with those that i trust so."

"ok, i just wanted your confirmation. are you at the office?"

"yea. we're in the photo area though."

"ok, we're coming down."

"great. she can come and get started with this shoot as well since one of my models couldn't act right." i cuffed beys pussy making her jump. really wanted to act up today, can't believe that. if i'm being honest i think something happened and she's just not saying anything.

either i did something or someone else, i'm not sure. i'll figure it out later though.

"ok. we'll be down in a second. we just need to finalize some paperwork."

"ok. see you then." i hung up so fast and stood. beyoncé smacked her lips while i drug her to my office. we finna get this situated right now. she's not about to be acting like this in front of other people. already did enough.

"what are you-"

"strip."

"nooo. i didn't want ittt."

"you did. obviously. strip."

she started taking her clothes off and i pulled her hair into a half up half down style. can't tell me she haven't been horny all day. that's probably why she's mad, i wouldn't fuck her this morning. and i never turn down some fucking. that's sorta like a dog turning down some bone.

i sat in my office chair pulling her to straddle me. she kept her bra and panties on but that's no issue. i'm a g, i can work around it.

"so why you been tripping all day?"

"i'm tired."

"of what?"

she didn't reply and i put my fingers in her mouth. i love that she already knows what to do. little freak.

my free hand rubbed her center through the panties feeling her instantly soak. this alone lets me know that this has been the problem.

"mmmm. it's because i wouldn't lick your pussy this morning huh?" i pushed those panties to the side to get her clit. it felt swollen making me freeze. "you touched yourself?"

before she could answer i just slid two fingers in. it don't even matter, if she did she's most likely sensitive. i better get a squirt out of her. my fingers stayed stroking her throat while my other ones stroked her other entrance.

"sit on the desk." i stopped my movements making her rush. nassstttyyy ! she so freaky. i snapped her panties and pulled them off before throwing them somewhere in the corner.

she wasted no time burying my face deep inside her. i made sure to grab hand fulls of her thighs while fucking her. not gonna lie she tasted so good....like fresh water or something.

"uhhhnnn nika!"

i didn't say a word while eating her out. she knew this was coming that's why she acted out like that. but it's okay, she's getting what she wants and i'm gonna get what i want out of her.

she better squirt.

or i'm not stopping.

"ahhhh!" her back arched deep as she finally gave me what i wanted. it's about time. i was serious when i said i wasn't stopping. "fuck! fuuucckkk!" her legs shook so hard on my desk. i held a huge smile watching her go through the feeling. she's looks so damn good. "baby please!" she yanked me to her and kissed me so hard still shaking.

i stayed hovering over her, kissing her. she was whimpering with tears falling down the sides of her face. kissing down her body, i made sure to leave my mark every now and again.

when i got between her thighs they shook again. to mess with her i pressed my tongue flatly on her treasure and wiggled it. she jumped grabbing my head to stop me.

"nooo."

i got up. her face was so red like a tomato.

"you okay now?"

"mmhm." she hummed wrapping her legs around me. i cannot stay in here with her, i have work to do. but she would not let me go.

"i gotta get up mama."

"no. you just fucked me like that and wanna leave me?"

"i'm not leaving you, just going in the next room." i finally was able to sit up and rubbed her thighs gently. just to sooth them a bit. her muscles may hurt from flexing and twitching. "you wanna get up and come with? let me get my wipes out my purse." i left out the office making sure to close the door in case they were to come down.

as expected they walked down as i walked out. i put a smile on my face and pretended like i didn't have pussy breath. seeing my agent was cool but when i saw the girl behind him i mugged. cause what the fuck?

"lauren onika, onika lauren. i'm sure you guys know each other."

"yea we know each other....what brings you here?"

things are to be kept cordial and professional in the work world. i learned that the hard way and i refuse to let it happen again. i already agreed to keeping her without even knowing it was her. either way it go the paperwork is done so there's no turning back.

"i hope there's no ill will towards each other..."

"no. none at all." i smiled and spoke through gritted teach. this is gonna stress me the fuck out.

"it's a pleasure to be back with you onika. im really honored."

"my....pleasure. give me a second." i grabbed my purse and went back to the office. bey was halfway asleep on my desk so i wiped her down and stuff on my own.

when i finished i helped her into her clothes and got her up. her hair looked a mess now. i gave her my shades from my purse before wiping my desk down and my chair. it smell like pussy.

i sprayed the office a little as we walked out and kept bey by my side. if she pops off on this girl i just might die. me and lauren had our moment so i'm kind of calm. we're not cool... but it's ight.

the fact that someone else got in me is beyoncés issue with her. she doesn't play about me. i love it but sometimes it's too much. especially since she did what she did, she's been on one about everything. i feel like she thinks that i'm gonna get my lick back.

maybe with someone else but not with her. bey doesn't make me want to get some get back.

"onika-"

"just chill. it's all good."

"no it's not." she sat in the nearest chair and i chuckled. trynna talk shit and can't even walk on your own for real.

"it is baby, chill. business." i bent down to her ear and whispered. she mugged the hell out of me as i walked away to the two. we can talk about it when we get home. "ok so you can put on either of those three and we'll get started."

"i didn't get a choice."

"you didn't give yourself a choice either." i gritted at her. she rolled her eyes looking away before grabbing my purse and leaving. most likely going to the car.

"ok. let's get started yea?"

"i'll leave you two to it." my agent left and i waited for him to leave to look at this bitch.

"the fuck is wrong with you?"

"i can't leave you alone onika. and you know there's a piece of you that wants me." she had so much hope in her voice.

"there's not a piece of me that even thinks about you. lauren why are you so determined? if someone told me they didn't want shit to do with me, i'm leaving them the hell alone. simple as that."

"i l-ove you. and you act like those words mean nothing....do you not care that i love you onika? that's not fair to me. we were good and then you started letting her around and it was forget me....why?"

i've thought about that. lauren expected a relationship out of us and i'm not gonna lie, i would've given it to her after some time. but, things happened. bey.

she started to feed into the shit beyoncé was doing and that showed me that she wasn't strong enough to be with me. it takes some balls to deal with me and my bullshit. i can admit that.

lauren was aggressive. she always thought she was right and wanted to argue about everything. can't have someone ready to fight me because of my smart mouth. it can get bad. lauren is like me in too many ways. it wouldn't have worked out for us. simple.

"she has nothing to do with what we had going. you ruined it for yourself."

"how? can we sit down and talk about my mistakes? what i did to steer you away from me?"

i sighed rubbing my forehead and looking towards the entrance. lord please keep beyoncé outside for the time being. if she comes in and see us having a conversation she just might flip her shit.

"sit down."

"thank you."

"this doesn't mean you can fix it and we get back-"

"i know. i just want some understanding."

"good." i sat on the steps of the stage and she sat on the edge of it. it was silent at first until she looked dead at me.

"i just wanna know where i went wrong."

"everything you did was you being yourself, so don't try to change just because of what i'm saying. understand? because maybe someone else would love your type of energy."

"got it."

"now...you didn't necessarily go wrong but you did make me think twice. you let someone else come in and mess your head up. instead of securing your spot and showing that this was yours, you got insecure. started picking and trying to prove a point. when you could've done that by just keeping up what we had. you were the one sleeping in my bed everyday and making me scream every night. but still, you let someone from my past intimidate you. i don't like that. you gotta show me that you don't care because you know what's yours. insecureness is cute until you're doing it too much. showing it too much."

i kept it at that because that was really it. that shit is embarrassing when you're trying so hard to show others what's yours instead of already knowing and keeping it like that. it's not like i was out here just fucking on people when lauren came. she actually had me sitting still. because after bey cheated i became a wild motherfucker again. high school days back in affect.

"but i didn't...i don't know how i did that. i was nice to her."

"you were. until you weren't. it's not like you were mean but the little things you did to pick. like when she was over for the kids, you would say little shit. that woman was over for those kids only....in the beginning."

"onika you made me leave when your parents were coming but let her stay....i didn't like that and didn't think it was fair. plus i caught all the flirting she was doing."

"you're right, it wasn't fair and i apologize for that. but my parents aren't easy shells. they would've picked you apart like it was nothing. they did it to bey but they like her because she survived. you wouldn't have. you're like me, your mouth is smart. and you have to know how to keep it together."

"but why did you let her stay that day? she could've left with me, you guys weren't together."

"she was there for her child lauren. i wasn't gonna kick her out when her child was there. you know rumi, she wouldn't have wanted to leave. and i think she ended up throwing a fit that day anyways. plus bey did end up leaving right after you. my parents didn't even see her that day." that's when we talked and i got upset asking her to leave.

lauren huffed lowly and i kind of started to feel bad.

"well i'm sorry..."

"it's fine now lauren."

"i guess it's my fault for falling in love with my fuck buddy huh?" she chuckled wiping under her eyes and i wanted to roll my eyes. not the crying. "i'm sorry....i hope it's not an issue for me to work with you."

"it's not. as long as you keep things respectful towards my wife."

"your wife?"

"my wife. are you still trying to do this shoot, or do you want to wait?"

"i'll wait. i don't think i'll do too good right now."

"that's understandable. have a good day lauren." i stood getting ready to leave out.

"you too. thanks again."

i watched her walk all the way up and went to lock the door. bitch not about to get any ideas and come down to fuck my shit up.

i'll probably really kill her with no hesitation.