Beyoncé's POV
Just as I was about to leave the bathroom, Kelly came in.
"There you are....you've been in here forever, I was worried about you."
"Kelly, ima go to see Jay."
She chuckled, "Uh, see this is what we NOT gon' do."
"Kellllllllyyyyyyyy," I whined.
"Beyonnnnnnnnnnncé," she mocked me. "You told me not to let you call him, let alone go see him? No."
"Yeah but things have changed since I told you that," I said.
She laughed, "Yeah, you got drunk...come on, let's go dance."
I sighed, "Fine. I want another drink first though."
She rolled her eyes, "If that's what it takes to keep you from going to see Jay, fine."
We left the bathroom and she walked to the dance floor while I walked over the the bar, but at the last second, turned to go towards the back exit, where I knew my driver was waiting for me.
"Bey?! Bey!" Kelly said, coming after me.
"Shit shit shit shit shit," I said to myself as I picked up the pace.
"Fuck," I said as a fell down to the ground, my drunk ass tripping over my own two feet as soon as I opened the door to outside.
"You okay?" Kelly asked, helping me up.
I nodded, "I'm fine," I said as I continued walking towards the car.
"Beyoncé, do not get in that car," she said, following me.
I opened the door and got in the car, telling the driver to take me to the townhouse. I grabbed the handle to close the door but Kelly grabbed the door on the other side, holding it open. She sighed before getting in after me.
She spent the entire car ride trying to convince me to just go back home with her, but I wasn't tryna hear that. I had already made up my mind and drunk me is very stubborn. If she really wanted to intervene, she would've had to have done it long before I even decided to call Jay back.
The driver pulled up to the townhouse and Kelly looked at me, "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
I sighed, "No, maybe you're right."
She smiled, "I really think it's for the best. If you really wanna see him then you should definitely wait until you sober up at least first."
I nodded, "Yeah, you're right.....oh shit look at that!" I said pointing out the window.
She turned to look and I quickly got out of the car as fast as I could.
"Dammit, Bey!" I heard Kelly say as she got out of the car.
I speed-walked up to the door and rung the bell because I didn't have my keys with me.
Jay answered the door looking sexy as ever. He furrowed his eyebrows, "Bey?"
Kelly quickly came running up behind me, "Jay....I tried to tell her not to come here....she is drunk drunk and she's in your hands now....I'm sorry Bey, I tried," she said before turning around and getting back into the car to go home.
Jay's POV
I let Beyoncé into the house and stared at her in disbelief. I couldn't believe she was here. And she looked so fucking good. I know it's only been a week since I've seen her last but somehow she managed to get more fine.
"What uh....what's going on?" I asked. I was happy to see her but confused. I listened to her very long, very confusing voicemail and honestly I still wasn't sure what to make of it. Was she sad? Was she angry with me? Did she not care? Did she miss me?
She didn't say anything. She just wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me slowly and passionately.
She broke the kiss and looked up at me. "Make love to me, Jay."
My eyes widened. I didn't know if this was somehow a trap or if she was actually just that drunk. "Uh...what?" I asked, confused.
She ran her hand down the front of my body as she looked me in the eyes. "Please baby," she said.
I looked at her and our faces inched closer together until I snapped out of it. This wasn't right. I stepped back from her. "Bey, no, you don't wanna do this, you're just drunk."
"Jay, I want you, don't make me beg," she said, seductively lifting up her short dress. Damn, she was making this hard to resist.
I shook my head. "You hated me like 12 hours ago....you don't want this. I'm not gonna take advantage of you, Bey. It ain't right."
She started to cry, "Are you rejecting me?"
I rubbed my hands over my face, "No, just...why dont you go to bed and we'll talk about this tomorrow morning when you're sober."
"What does she have that I don't, Jay?!" she asked through her tears.
"What?!" I asked, confused as to how she got there.
"I can't do it for you like that whack bitch could?!"
I sighed, "Bey, you know your the best there is but I know you don't wanna do this right now. Come here." I wrapped my arm around her and sat down on the couch with her. She laid her head on my shoulder and continued to cry.
"I don't get it, I love you so much, why would you cheat on me? Tell me what did I do wrong?"
I felt so terrible hearing her crying and saying all this stuff. She's been trying to put on an act like she didn't care anymore, but drunk words are sober thoughts.
"Baby, you didn't do anything wrong, it was all me. I'm so sorry, I wish I could go back and undo what I did, but I can't," I said as I held her.
I noticed that her breathing started to slow down and saw that she was asleep. I slowly and gently moved out from under her and laid her down on the couch. I would've put her in our bed but I didn't wanna wake her up again. I grabbed a blanket and put it over her before kissing her on the forehead and going upstairs to go to sleep.
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Beyoncé's POV
My eyes fluttered open and I saw that I was lying on the couch of our townhouse. I'm not a person that usually gets blackout drunk, but I was actually hoping to wake up with no memory of last night. But unfortunately, I remembered everything and I was absolutely mortified. Everything I did last night was so out of character for me. Jay really had me fucked up. Well, Jay and D'usse.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed two Advil for my raging headache before going upstairs. Jay wasn't in our room so I guess he already left for the day. Thank God, I didn't want to face him after last night.
I changed out of my dress into a tank top and sweatpants and went back downstairs. I heard the door open and in walked Jay. I guess I would have to face him after all.
I gave him a weak smile, "Hey," I said.
"Hey," he replied. I felt more like we were strangers the morning after a one night stand instead of a couple that's been together for years.
"Uh, I brought you a coffee, and a plain bagel with butter...I know it's your favorite hangover food, I figured you'd need it," he said, handing me a cup of coffee and a brown paper bag.
"Thank you," I said. That was honestly very thoughtful of him, especially after the train wreck I was last night.
We sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat in silence.
"So about last night..." I started, breaking the silence.
"You remember last night?" Jay asked, sounding surprised.
"Unfortunately, yes. And I am so mortified, I'm so sorry, Jay."
"Hey, don't worry about it. I was honestly hoping you'd not remember and then we could've just pretended it never happened."
I lightly chuckled, "Please, can we pretend it never happened?"
He shrugged, "I don't even know what you're talking about."
I smiled. "Thank you."
"Actually, I do have one question," he said.
"Yes?"
"You said you weren't fucking with anybody...so you were lying about being with other guys?"
I rolled my eyes, "The fact that you even have the audacity to ask me who I'm fucking wi-"
He put his hands up in defense, "Hey, you're right, I'm sorry."
"I was lying though. I'm not with any other guys. Are you fucking with any other bitches? Cause you were fucking other bitches while we were together so why stop now?"
He sighed, "No, Bey, I'm not fucking anybody. And you said we're together. Are we done, or are we taking a break, or what?"
"I....don't know," I answered honestly. "Which is why we're still gonna go to the BET Awards together next week and put on a happy face for the red carpet."
He furrowed his eyebrows, "What, so you just wanna stay with me for your image?"
I rolled my eyes, "Fuck my image, Jay, it'll be fine without you anyway. I'm just saying that I don't want the press to start any rumors that we broke up or something happened just for me to decide to stay with you and then look stupid."
He nodded, "Ok, whatever you wanna do, Bey. Wanna at least tell me where you've been staying?"
"No," I answered.
"Fine." He got up and threw his trash away. "I gotta head out, take your time and shower here or whatever you need to do."
I chuckled lightly, "I was going to...house is in my name too."
He nodded, "Right...I'll see you then next week then I guess."
"Bye Jay."