"Ya fans can say they know you but I'm close as a b*tch can get..."
Nicki
Arm candy
That's how I look and honestly it's how I'm starting to feel. I sighed and smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles out the dress as I studied it in the mirror.
It was Givenchy, custom made, at that. Probably cost more then an arm and leg, but it was something I was quickly becoming used to. It was one of the many things I'd been gifted with. I was hardly surprised.
Dating Beyoncé seemed to come with perks like that.
Even saying that still surprised me sometimes, regular ol' me was dating internationally adored R&B star Beyoncè. Everyone wanted her, but she wanted me.
I should feel lucky I guess. Let me rephrase that, I do feel lucky, but lord knows it's hard to not want to knock any bitch that looks at her twice. I sighed thinking bout all the attention she got, it was hard to deal with but...I just kept in my mind that if she wanted someone she could have them...and she had me.
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the knob turn on the door, it opened slowly, as soon as it was fully ajar, light honeyed eyes met mines in the mirror and my breathe hitched.
She didn't speak, but rather closed the door quietly and stalked over to me slowly, I took the time to take in her outfit.
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She'd gotten thicker in all the right places over the last year and a half I'd known her, of course, I'd seen it up close and personal since I was with her nearly every day.
I remember the day I was introduced to her, She'd had a nasty fall on tour causing her to completely tear her ACL, She'd needed extensive surgery and physical therapy, and me being damn near the best physical therapist on the west coast, her doctor's referral found it's way onto my desk.
My first meeting with her was a disaster to say the least, Beyoncé was livid, she was essentially incapacitated, and her behavior was much like the big athletes I worked with, fury and non compliance.
But I could understand why, she ate, slept, and breathed her craft and a major injury like that took her out her element. Everyone's eyes were on her.
Getting through to her was like talking to a wall...nothing worked. She was a beautiful, angry mess.
The process to get her to open up was long and tiring, but it had to be done in order for me to help her recover. I guess during that time we found solace in eachother.
