Odell Beckham Jr &Beyoncé fanfiction. Tiara is a spicy young business woman with a bit of an edgy past who is now working with Odell but can they keep it work appropriate? Read and see.. Updates come weekly.
I was pent against of the the wall biting down hard on my bottom lip as Chris’ large manly hands pleased my body, one hand gripping on my thick yet firm ass and the other under my shirt pinching my hard nipples. My body was heating up, my breathing soon grew heavy and honestly, my pussy had been wet since he picked me up after our kiss. Although it felt good, I couldn’t help but mentally remind myself that I’m a happily married woman and Chris is not my husband.
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It’s not a Chris ff but I’m writing again. Shout out to my new muse, Keith Powers (and also Woody, full woody ff will be up this spring)
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Cylia:
There’s are some some people you’ve just got to love from distance.
We stood across from each other not saying a word but our eyes were telling a story by looking at each other. He looks good like he always does. Tears already left my eyes while I tried wiping them so no more could fall.
He try so hard to not show his emotions, but we both knew how he really is. I put my bag on the bed while music was blasting from downstairs. Both of us decided to come to this get together since his mom plan on having it. I knew he didn’t know I was coming, so I didn’t want to be rude.
“All this bullshit right now.” He spoke first while starring at me. "We had everything but shit changed a lot.“
My blood was boiling that I wanted to slap the shit out of him because what he saying was true between us. Both of us couldn’t believe this was ever be REAL or NON-EXISTED.
"Chris you and I both fucking changed. We both wasn’t with the shit we did to each other anymore.” I spat staring right back at him. “Our love for one another fucked up and never exist again.”
Chris shakes his head while his hand ball up into a fist like he wanted to punch something. “What you wanted me to do huh? You can’t force this situation on me for the rest of your life!” I added, yelling at him. “We both knew what the fuck we were doing and it didn’t work anymore.”
“Bullshit, our love didn’t-” He paused, hearing the Kidd running into the room. “Daddy, Daddy.” We heard Ella and Gideon voice.
“Hey babies.” Chris smile, picking them both up in his arms holding them. He kissed their cheeks. “Daddy, misses you.”
“We mesw you too.” Gideon try to speak making us laugh a little. “Mommy!” Ella face lightens up when she saw me.
I walk up to them kissing their cheeks while Chris looked at me. Smiling, I pinch their cheeks and said. “You guys staying with daddy tonight.”
“Yay.” They both yelled.
Chris and I laugh, shaking our heads. I was going to say something else, but we heard two people called our names.
“Chris!” A girl voice said.
“Cylia!” I heard my mom called me.
I sigh kissing their cheeks before walking away going out the door until Chris said something. “I love you always Cylia.” I sniffle headed straight to my mom since she needed my help while hearing the kids giggles.
I’ll always love Chris but sometimes things get too intense, crazy and aggressive between us that maybe it is better if we left the situation behind us, we could learn how to deal with each other from a distance but I guess that’s not how life works.
I was pent against of the the wall biting down hard on my bottom lip as Chris’ large manly hands pleased my body, one hand gripping on my thick yet firm ass and the other under my shirt pinching my hard nipples. My body was heating up, my breathing soon grew heavy and honestly, my pussy had been wet since he picked me up after our kiss. Although it felt good, I couldn't help but mentally remind myself that I'm a happily married woman and Chris is not my husband.
“Chris, baby I'm married,” I moaned weakly not sounding the least bit convincing.
“But didn't you tell me he gave you a pass to cheat?” He spoke as he hands continued their venture of anatomy. “Don't tell me you used it already?”
“No baby i have not,” I admitted honestly, my eyes opening up to connected with his.
“Then don't fight this feeling, we both know we've been wanting this since we met at your party and of course LA brought us together one more time,” he flashed me that almost blinding white smile as he allowed my feet to meet the ground. “How about this, I got to do my interview while I'm doing that, you sit in here and do your boss lady thing, if you still want this when I am done, I'll take you on this little adventure, if not I'll respect it. Deal?”
“Yes deal.” I nodded quickly appreciating his willingness to consider my readiness for this or lack thereof.
“Okay baby girl, give me a kiss,” He instructed to which I obeyed willfully. His lips melted into mine like perfection, my body grew warm all over again just from the tender kiss alone. Chris pulled his lips from mine with a satisfied smirk etched across his face. In that moment, I made my my decision..
Chris walked out like nothing had happened in my office with his cup of tea, completely normal. I got myself together as best as possible, I sat down on my desk in attempts to get some type of work done but it was no use. I ended up simply picking the top 5 DJ’s qualified for the position and send them to HR to begin conducting interviews. I went through the final shots from what was left of my ivy park shoot and picked the shoot for the campaign as well as commercial. By the time I was finish making my choices I was getting a text from Chris.
Freckles: I'm outside in the car if you coming.
I quickly texted back letting him know I had a few more things to look over and to come to my office. I went back to looking over emails and images when my office door open once again. Chris picked up the chair sitting before my desk and sat it next to mine.
“So assuming from the fact that you called me in here, that means we’re going on our little adventure once you're done?”
“That is correct to assume,” I spoke with a smile.
“I hoped you'd come, I've been trying to get the opportunity to get to know you without all the extras but never really got the chance.”
“Well here you go,” I hummed sending off the final email and closing my laptop before putting it into its bag. “Come on, I want to see what you have in store for me.” I grabbed my purse and walked out of my office, Chris followed behind. I locked up my office and told everyone goodbye before we left the building. We got into the back seat of the car and Chris instructed the driver that we were leaving now.
“You hungry baby girl?”
“Yes.”
“Cool, I know this place that makes bomb ass food we can have lunch there.”
When he said lunch I was quickly reminded that I was supposed to be meeting Odell for lunch today, “Fuck, Odell, I was supposed to meet him for lunch.”
“Why don't you text him and tell him we are having a business lunch?”
Damn this nigga is quick on his toes, “You’re right I could do that.” I pulled out my phone from my purse to text Odell, just as I was typing the text about the “business meeting”, I decided it would be better to tell the truth.
Me: Raincheck? Saw Chris at the station, he wants to hang out & show me this burger place he swears by..
Deli Meat: Okay babe, that's fine we can hang out another time, we have to fly out to Hawaii for the pro bowl tomorrow
Me: okay baby, see you a little later
I put my phone back in my purse and then put my seatbelt on. “So where will we be doing?”
“Somewhere special.”
“Now is that so?”
“Yes it is.”
“And where is it.”
“Just sit back and ride,” he instructed before planting a single kiss on my shoulder.
“Whatever, boy” I said as I playfully rolled my eyes.
“I'm far from a boy and you know that.”
“I don't know that, yet.” I leaned in closely him whispering in his ear.
“But you shall find out.” He winked.
“Oh, is that so Mr. Brown?”
“As I recall you almost found out when I had you hemmed up in your office.”
“I do not recall,” I spoke softly acting completely clueless.
Chris slid closer to her and kissed on her neck. “Oh really?”
“Yes really,” I smirked.
“I guess I'll have to handle that then,” we pull up to a boating dock.
“I'm sure we would both love that.” the driver comes around and opens the door for me. Chris takes my hand and walks me down the short walk way to his boat. “Why are we here?”
“This is where we are having lunch.” He helps me onto the boat.
“Oh alright,” I smile making my way into the boat.
“Can I get you anything to drink ma’am?” The server asks.
“White wine please.”
“And for you Mr. Brown?”
“I’ll have Hennessey on the rocks please.” The waiter turns to leave with our orders. I show you around the boat and take you to where we will be eating.
“This is very nice Chris,”
“Thank you I've had it for a while. I don't get to use it much so I bought it be nice to break it out today.”
“Look at you trying to impress me,” I giggled at the thought.
“Maybe.” He winks and pulls u close to him.
“You are being real frisky today.”
“But u like it.”
“I will admit, it is quite appealing,”
“Well let's go order some food so I can continue to be frisky.”
“I want seafood.”
“You can order whatever you want my personal chef has almost everything.” The waiter comes to the table just as we sat down.
“For you ma’am?”
“I’d like lobster and shrimp.” The waiter took both our orders and went to give them to the chef. While we waited we enjoyed our drinks and had intimate conversation updating one another on our lives, getting to know each other really. It was definitely a change from my current situation, just good food and conversations, no worries or expectations to be perfect or seemingly so. Not that I didn’t love what she had with Odell, it’s just that our relationship has had quite a lot going on since the very beginning so I always had to be on my toes wondering what surprise or new problem was waiting for me around the corner but this was nothing like that. It was relieving to have adult conversation where no one was judging me or relying on me to fix or mend anything. Once we were done eating, we went to the cabin on the boat and cuddled for what felt like hours until I drifted off to sleep. The sleep was peaceful, the type of sleep you get every once in a while.
“So what are we exactly?” Arthur spoke softly being awaken from sleep to the sound of her frantically moving around his room in search of her clothes which were scattered around his bedroom from last night’s adventure. She had accidentally stayed the night, it was about four am so he assumed she woke up to text messages from her. He and Tanya had been doing this every single friday and saturday for the last six months, going out to dinner then proceeding to Arthur’s place but this time they had gotten swept with the intimacy of it all, falling asleep with her in his arms. Although this relationship was supposed to be a bit more contractual, the two had started developing feelings for one another. He was a married man with children a few years younger than her, which she did not know so he knew she could not be his one and only, he just want to hear it from her. They talked every single day, went on dates at least twice a week, he spoiled her like no other giving her anything she desired or needed, even paying her bills but a relationship status had yet to be stated. Normally he wouldn’t even bother to ask but these feelings had clouded his judgement.
Going forward Tiara will no longer be Beyoncé, she will be Indya Marie. There will be 2 final chapters with Tiara as Beyoncé then the sequel will start with her as Indya. Myself as well as my new co writer felt as though Indya fit better with the character that I have created as well as the direction in which the story will be going. By the way I have a co writer now, Micha who is a good long time friend of mine. Thanks for you patience, support and understanding.
Yep…. she legit said “if you go to church you won’t be depressed, I wasn’t depressed when my daddy died, I wasn’t depressed when my friends died… you have no reason to be depressed or unhappy”
My response: “oh. k.”
At that point I wanted to be left alone and didn’t want her to say anything to me. Still don’t. Yet she always say, “that hurt me” GIRL BYE 😂😂😂this is why I don’t tell you ANYTHING. Whether it’s my love life or my personal life period. I don’t bring friends by to meet her or nothing look wtf she saying to me? Nope
Sounds like my mom like I was literally 19 smack dab in the middle of a nervous breakdown/quarter life crisis and told her how much I hated school and how depressed I was and she told me “everyone hates school” repeatedly and sat silent! So tried to talk to dad got a similar reaction saying “it’s
Not about you” Now that I’m older her and my father wonder why I don’t talk to them about shit and I’m like y'all set the standard for that because I tried to come to you guys SEVERAL TIMES and it was nothing but hell for me
Yep. Several things are wrong with me I can acknowledge it. Some things far as things in my child hood, certain predators and other things - my father knew and suspicion. My dad knew depression because he endured it, he dealt with so much as a child that he wanted to shield from us so even though he was a tough man. He wouldn’t have treated mental illness the way my mom does. One reason I miss him as badly as I do, I love my mom don’t get my wrong but I can’t go any further in my adulthood speaking to her. The day she becomes a grandmother she will be around but not as around as my grandmother. My grandmother is actually more understanding than she is. She legit has asked me, “are you depressed? What’s going on?”
“Ask your daughter.” Is all I can give for response I swear I’m not gonna be like this as a parent. Not to mention my little cousins are unhappy and being mistreated/dealing with my controlling aunt…. everyone else thinks they aren’t depressed but the youngest cousin she was self harming a few years ago….(about 2-3 years) so when they were all confused I’m like y'all are really fucking blind….
Sounds like my family like my dad says “you put too much pressure on yourself, what are you depressed for?” And it’s like when you say shit like that of course I don’t want to talk about it. I haven’t been myself for months and my parents never noticed! And it’s hard not to take it personally cause it’s like my sister could be having a bad day and everyone in the house is catering to her but I’m having an episode for MONTHS, practically losing my mind, crying in my car cause I have no at home support and they wonder why I don’t really fuck with them and why I’m so eager to move out! Like Jesus I’m just trying to save myself from my clearly untreated mental illness and passive aggressive family life
Why is this pattern though? Like it’s the same for me tbh. I don’t really talk to much of anybody because my mom has set this standard of no one cares you just gotta suck it up. I’ve always been intimated to speak about how I feel or if I was feeling depressed because people would either cut me off or say you don’t really feel that way it’s just a phase. But lord if it’s about them the whole world comes crashing down -.-. That’s why I don’t call any family members really for anything cause they’ll repeat what I said it just too much man.
I’ve noticed in the black community mental illness isn’t really taken as seriously which is sad. And I have a lot of that happening where I can’t tell my mom something cause then it will be the butt of someone’s joke later or the topic of discussion
It’s like they don’t think it can happen to us when it can and it does. Black peoples don’t want to acknowledge it maybe because they don’t know how, or they just don’t want to I’m not sure which one it is.
Yep…. she legit said “if you go to church you won’t be depressed, I wasn’t depressed when my daddy died, I wasn’t depressed when my friends died… you have no reason to be depressed or unhappy”
My response: “oh. k.”
At that point I wanted to be left alone and didn’t want her to say anything to me. Still don’t. Yet she always say, “that hurt me” GIRL BYE 😂😂😂this is why I don’t tell you ANYTHING. Whether it’s my love life or my personal life period. I don’t bring friends by to meet her or nothing look wtf she saying to me? Nope
Sounds like my mom like I was literally 19 smack dab in the middle of a nervous breakdown/quarter life crisis and told her how much I hated school and how depressed I was and she told me “everyone hates school” repeatedly and sat silent! So tried to talk to dad got a similar reaction saying “it’s
Not about you” Now that I’m older her and my father wonder why I don’t talk to them about shit and I’m like y'all set the standard for that because I tried to come to you guys SEVERAL TIMES and it was nothing but hell for me
Yep. Several things are wrong with me I can acknowledge it. Some things far as things in my child hood, certain predators and other things - my father knew and suspicion. My dad knew depression because he endured it, he dealt with so much as a child that he wanted to shield from us so even though he was a tough man. He wouldn’t have treated mental illness the way my mom does. One reason I miss him as badly as I do, I love my mom don’t get my wrong but I can’t go any further in my adulthood speaking to her. The day she becomes a grandmother she will be around but not as around as my grandmother. My grandmother is actually more understanding than she is. She legit has asked me, “are you depressed? What’s going on?”
“Ask your daughter.” Is all I can give for response I swear I’m not gonna be like this as a parent. Not to mention my little cousins are unhappy and being mistreated/dealing with my controlling aunt…. everyone else thinks they aren’t depressed but the youngest cousin she was self harming a few years ago….(about 2-3 years) so when they were all confused I’m like y'all are really fucking blind….
Sounds like my family like my dad says “you put too much pressure on yourself, what are you depressed for?” And it’s like when you say shit like that of course I don’t want to talk about it. I haven’t been myself for months and my parents never noticed! And it’s hard not to take it personally cause it’s like my sister could be having a bad day and everyone in the house is catering to her but I’m having an episode for MONTHS, practically losing my mind, crying in my car cause I have no at home support and they wonder why I don’t really fuck with them and why I’m so eager to move out! Like Jesus I’m just trying to save myself from my clearly untreated mental illness and passive aggressive family life
Why is this pattern though? Like it’s the same for me tbh. I don’t really talk to much of anybody because my mom has set this standard of no one cares you just gotta suck it up. I’ve always been intimated to speak about how I feel or if I was feeling depressed because people would either cut me off or say you don’t really feel that way it’s just a phase. But lord if it’s about them the whole world comes crashing down -.-. That’s why I don’t call any family members really for anything cause they’ll repeat what I said it just too much man.
I’ve noticed in the black community mental illness isn’t really taken as seriously which is sad. And I have a lot of that happening where I can't tell my mom something cause then it will be the butt of someone’s joke later or the topic of discussion
What’s worse I’m not even depressed about not being out about my sexuality. I am content with keeping that away from my family honestly because they’re all shit starters and they talk too much, they always fighting then let all this tension build up yet when I’m honest and say who wrong or what is wrong about shit they all get mad. My family thinks it’s okay fornother family members to use and enable manipulation, enable mistreatment. Fuck that boy… my kids ain’t gonna be apart of this. My daddy’s family who is full of inner turmoil among his siblings long before his death are less FUCKED up than my mom’s side.
I’m the only one who sees my 16/17 year old cousins are suffering from depression and anxiety… I’ve been hard on them but never ever down playing what could be wrong…. I’m a praying person but this family just… it irritates me. I wanna move FAR AWAY
Like if I wasn’t in the middle of finishing school with just a few classes left I would legit be in the military by now. That’s my only escape as far as I can see
It is and their opinion won’t change. I hate to sound like I’m whining because I know most people feel like I am but nobody can live in a situation like this. My kids can’t be apart of this and it’s sad that teenagers are plotting to leave after high school…. with no savings just wanting to leave but I support their decision, I told my cousins if they get a job, to not allow their mother to drain their finances. They have to put as much aside as possible. But it’s like I don’t wanna make a mistake get in a dire financial situation I can’t get out of before I move
I can completely relate to that and it’s not whining, you are being honestly about your situation. yes some will say “oh some have it worse” which is true but it is still just as damaging. Not wanting to put myself more in the hole financial is the only reason I still live here cause when I move out I dont want to have to come back, you know?
What’s worse I’m not even depressed about not being out about my sexuality. I am content with keeping that away from my family honestly because they’re all shit starters and they talk too much, they always fighting then let all this tension build up yet when I’m honest and say who wrong or what is wrong about shit they all get mad. My family thinks it’s okay fornother family members to use and enable manipulation, enable mistreatment. Fuck that boy… my kids ain’t gonna be apart of this. My daddy’s family who is full of inner turmoil among his siblings long before his death are less FUCKED up than my mom’s side.
I’m the only one who sees my 16/17 year old cousins are suffering from depression and anxiety… I’ve been hard on them but never ever down playing what could be wrong…. I’m a praying person but this family just… it irritates me. I wanna move FAR AWAY
Like if I wasn’t in the middle of finishing school with just a few classes left I would legit be in the military by now. That’s my only escape as far as I can see
Yep…. she legit said “if you go to church you won’t be depressed, I wasn’t depressed when my daddy died, I wasn’t depressed when my friends died… you have no reason to be depressed or unhappy”
My response: “oh. k.”
At that point I wanted to be left alone and didn’t want her to say anything to me. Still don’t. Yet she always say, “that hurt me” GIRL BYE 😂😂😂this is why I don’t tell you ANYTHING. Whether it’s my love life or my personal life period. I don’t bring friends by to meet her or nothing look wtf she saying to me? Nope
Sounds like my mom like I was literally 19 smack dab in the middle of a nervous breakdown/quarter life crisis and told her how much I hated school and how depressed I was and she told me “everyone hates school” repeatedly and sat silent! So tried to talk to dad got a similar reaction saying “it’s
Not about you” Now that I’m older her and my father wonder why I don’t talk to them about shit and I’m like y'all set the standard for that because I tried to come to you guys SEVERAL TIMES and it was nothing but hell for me
Yep. Several things are wrong with me I can acknowledge it. Some things far as things in my child hood, certain predators and other things - my father knew and suspicion. My dad knew depression because he endured it, he dealt with so much as a child that he wanted to shield from us so even though he was a tough man. He wouldn’t have treated mental illness the way my mom does. One reason I miss him as badly as I do, I love my mom don’t get my wrong but I can’t go any further in my adulthood speaking to her. The day she becomes a grandmother she will be around but not as around as my grandmother. My grandmother is actually more understanding than she is. She legit has asked me, “are you depressed? What’s going on?”
“Ask your daughter.” Is all I can give for response I swear I’m not gonna be like this as a parent. Not to mention my little cousins are unhappy and being mistreated/dealing with my controlling aunt…. everyone else thinks they aren’t depressed but the youngest cousin she was self harming a few years ago….(about 2-3 years) so when they were all confused I’m like y'all are really fucking blind….
Sounds like my family like my dad says "you put too much pressure on yourself, what are you depressed for?" And it's like when you say shit like that of course I don't want to talk about it. I haven't been myself for months and my parents never noticed! And it's hard not to take it personally cause it's like my sister could be having a bad day and everyone in the house is catering to her but I'm having an episode for MONTHS, practically losing my mind, crying in my car cause I have no at home support and they wonder why I don't really fuck with them and why I'm so eager to move out! Like Jesus I'm just trying to save myself from my clearly untreated mental illness and passive aggressive family life
What’s worse I’m not even depressed about not being out about my sexuality. I am content with keeping that away from my family honestly because they’re all shit starters and they talk too much, they always fighting then let all this tension build up yet when I’m honest and say who wrong or what is wrong about shit they all get mad. My family thinks it’s okay fornother family members to use and enable manipulation, enable mistreatment. Fuck that boy… my kids ain’t gonna be apart of this. My daddy’s family who is full of inner turmoil among his siblings long before his death are less FUCKED up than my mom’s side.
I’m the only one who sees my 16/17 year old cousins are suffering from depression and anxiety… I’ve been hard on them but never ever down playing what could be wrong…. I’m a praying person but this family just… it irritates me. I wanna move FAR AWAY
