My soulmate

Beyonce's POV

I watched the dancers go over their choreography one more time, just to see if they had it or not.
When Trey walked in, "Hey," I said shyly
waving. He looked around for a moment before he took a seat next to me

"Hey bey, where's your boy?" He asked bitterly.

"His name is Jay and I'm not sure." I replied re-reading our text messages, "He said he would be here an hour ago." I said putting my phone down.

"He's not good for you, he's using you." He whispered brushing his lips softly against my ear. He made me nervous, he made me feel so little and helpless....but not Jay, Jay made me feel beautiful he complimented me, he told me he loved me every single day, he made me feel like I was somebody special.

"No he's not he would never do that to me." I said doubtfully. I mean he would, but he wouldn't... Right?

"He wouldnt do it to you, but You would do it to him." He said as if he was reading my mind, Its like I was in a daze, until he said that it actually had me thinking.........Would I?

I stood up quickly and grabbed all of my things. "Everybody its lunch time." I yelled turning the music off, I heard a bunch of people sigh in relief and some groaned in frustration.

I walked in my dressing room and stared at my reflection in the mirror, I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell, Hell I even wanted to cry, because Trey was right for the first time in his life. I would give him all of me, a part of me that I've already given Jay, a part of me that I vowed to share with him and only him.

I stood motionless, but full of emotion I watched the tears roll down my face and they would stop at the corner of my lips. I heard the door open and Trey walked in. I wasn't expecting him to come in, I wanted my husband to come and save the day like he always did with that cheeky grin and his corney jokes that made me laugh.

"What do you want?" I asked trying to sound annoyed.

"You" He replied rubbing my sides admiring my curves.

"I'm married." I said moving away from him, making sure he didn't try anything else.

"Not for long." He said turning me around forcely, pinning my arms behind my back, as soon as he got me he started searching for my spot.

"What are you doing?" I asked bitting down on my bottom lip to keep the moans in.

He didn't respond, but he showed me exactly what he was doing. He layed me down on the sofa and unzipped his pants, I was already in the moment I didn't want to stop but somewhere deep down I wanted to. I pulled his under garments down for him, surprisingly he wasn't that big like Jay was. I nodded a little staring at his member.

"I can work with this.". I said lowly.

He pulled my sweats down and threw them on the floor and rubbed my clit slowly through my black laced thong. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter from his touch, or those quick glances he did just to see if he was playing his part right.

"We don't have time for this." I said looking up at him.

He caught on quick, he slid my panties to the side and started pumping into me sloppily. I gripped the couch as he drilled into my spot, we were both near our climax when I heard Jays laugh from a distance.

"Get off." I said quickly pushing him off of me.

He fell over onto the floor and looked at me in confusion.

"Jay is coming, put your clothes on, or get out." I demanded as I slipped in my sweats and put my shirt back on. Trey put his clothes on slowly, I bet he think he slick....wait shouldn't I be saying that about myself. I thought as I fixed my hair and sprayed some perfume.

The door opened and his smile disappeared when he saw Trey putting his shirt on.

End Of POV

I know that sex scene wasn't shit, but bare with me I'm getting the plot and everything together now.

What do you think of Bey's behavior?

Do you think Trey should leave?

How long do you think this will last?

Whose side are you on?

Jayoncé or Treyoncé?

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