"Now be a good girl, Mama's gonna make you feel good".
"Yes mommy"
For as long as I can remember she's always had this look in her I that can't quite be explained in one word, however, a word that does come to mind is hunger. It was always like she...
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Onika's POV
Me and Bey are having the most fun. We've already played the ring toss game, we kept venting about how bullshit it was, then we played wack-a-moll, then basketball. Which I had no clue she was so good at, I may have lost terribly but she looked so damn sexy when she was shooting.
They her jaw would clench and her eyes would be so focused on the basket. Whoof my panties.
But anyway currently me and Bey are just walking around talking about anything that comes to mind. It feels amazing to have endless conversation with someone, it's a real deal maker for me, and Beyonce ticks all of my boxes. She's beautiful, tall, sweet, smart, loyal, loving and just perfect.
I don't know why she's still single but tall guess that's a win for me. "So what would be your ideal career choice?"
She frowned slightly at my question before answering, "I'm not really sure that I have one." She shrugged continuing to lick her ice cream.
"What do you mean, there must be something that you've always thought of doing?"
"Well when I was a kid I've always dreamt of playing professional basketball, I practised non stop everyday since I was about 3 when my dad introduced me to the game up until I was thirteen..." She trailed off. "Even though I stopped playing I'm still in love with the game. It's all a love that I get to share with my son."
