LEMONADE|| Keith Powers

Chapter 7: Day 3

"I didn't know," I said. "It's okay," Kamaya said looking me up and down. "I like your little outfit," she said taking off her shades. Little? I'd dress circles around her ass. She held the door open for me as we walked in. Ooooohh she was going to give me a hard time every chance she got. The both of us walked towards the office but was greeted by three females walking out in business wear. I instantly knew what this was about. "Hey broski," she said

I walked in not saying anything. "Interview? She asked. "Yeah, just looking around," he said looking at me. "Mmmm what I tell you, Ricky," she said getting off the couch. I looked over at her confused. Damn just because I had a few mishaps he was looking for a new assistant. "I've been meaning to talk to you," he said.

"You can get up and close the door" he ordered. I slowly got up, I turned around rolling my eyes I shut the door sitting back down. I could feel his fine ass piercing my soul and I barely was looking at him.

"Let's start here... yesterday you were in such a rush to get out of here. You ordered the wrong cases of liquor. The supply room in the back isn't stocked like I asked and you keep leaving whenever the hell you feel like it. I'm about to fucking fire you" he scorned

I pinched the bridge of my nose worn out and it was only Day 3. He nodded his head "I know, that's how I feel. I think I may have given you too much of a big responsibility maybe I'll let you go back out on the floor" he said crossing his leg. "You were decent" he added.

I silently laughed in disbelief he's such a jerk

"Oh, I have a big responsibility," I said. "I'm sorry about the liquor. I was in the midst of ordering the shirts and I was on the phone trying to make an appointment for my sister's doctor appointment. While ordering everything for the stock room which won't be here until Friday at noon" I explained

"You have a lot of excuses.. you know that," he said looking back at his laptop. I see it, I see it now. I see why he's so damn mean. His father is a fucking asshole that's why he's one. I saw it all go down waiting for a uber yesterday. The way his dad talked to all of them was sick and now I see why he wouldn't lighten the fuck up.

"I'm not making excuses; I'm giving you an explanation," I said. "You're giving me bullshit-

"Do you have children? I asked him. He didn't say anything and I could tell I hit a nerve. "That's none of your business," he said.

"I'm guessing no, mishaps happen and I'm sorry that they inconvenienced you but I can't just abandon my baby and little sister," I said getting teary eyed.

"I asked you where you reliable? Am I right? He asked.

"Yeah," I said lowly.

"You gotta handle your fucking business," he said sliding me a box of tissues. "I can't have anymore mishaps... you let me know what you want to do," he said looking back at his computer. I was now sitting here with tears running down my eyes. If I get a normal 9-5 I'll never be able to take care of all three of us and go to fashion school this was hard. It was like I was stuck; you ever been so upset you couldn't move?

"While you're thinking about it.. you need to get the dancers schedules for next week and make it as well as fix your mistakes," he said. I got placing my things behind him. I watched his eyes follow me every step of the way.

I opened the locker room to see the ladies doing their hair and getting ready for the night. I didn't even introduce myself maybe that's why they were always mugging me. They were looking at me as to why I was here.

"Hey Ladies"

The music instantly turned down. "I haven't properly introduced myself I'm-

"We know you"

"Mmm we know you danced for a day and now you Ricky's assistant"

"Yeah, so with that being said I ne-

"With that being said please don't walk around here like you better than us. Just because you got on that nice outfit don't make you any better"

I rolled my eyes these girls weren't letting me get a word out. "Can I talk, please? I asked.

"Yeah, let her talk," Payton said. I rolled my eyes at her. "I danced for a day for the same reasons many of you may have. I don't think I'm better than any of you at all. We all have shit were going through trust and believe.. if you don't like me just because that's fine. You stay out my way and I stay out of yours. I just need you all to write your availability down for this week.. thankyou" I said placing the paper down. "Fucking bitches" I mumbled to myself closing the door. I walked back in the office to see him to still working. "Where do yo-

"You can sit beside me," he said handing me MacBook. "This is your work laptop; you break this shit. You're buying another one. Everything is on there, so you can get straight to it" he said. I hated that he was still in here now I felt like I couldn't breathe. Usually, he wouldn't be in here.

I turned on the laptop opening excel; I quickly went back to the locker room to get the paper. "Don't think your special cuz you his assistant" one dancer said

"I don't need his validation.. alright. I'm not messing with him or anything"

"Yeah okay"

I looked for the paper to see it all balled up. "You're welcome" they all began laughing. I closed the door to see their availability but it had all kinds of names on the back that they had for me. Did these bitches know me in a past life or something?

I walked back in plugging their hours in excel. "You figure your shit out? He asked

"I guess so," I said

"I don't need "I guess," he said quickly taking a sip of his Powerade. "Y-yeah," I said.

"Good cuz I don't need any more mishaps," he said opening bottle again. The bottle spilled all over his shirt. "Fuck," he said quickly getting up. I smirked that's what he gets for being so dang on mean. He began lifting his shirt up which caught me all the way off guard. Wait what? He opened a door pulling the rest of his shirt up. I peeked at his chiseled chest and everything went in slow motion. My eyes went back to the laptop typing. I didn't want him to know to even think I was checking him out but I couldn't stop peeking. I tightly closed my legs while I watched his muscles flex while putting on a new button up. He had a gang of tattoos, he did have a familiar tattoo. He had the same one as his brother was this some secret society or something they were apart of it. He closed the door and I quickly focused back on my task. He came back over, ..throwing a stack of papers beside me startling me. "File these as well"

I placed my pen down "Okay, can you just hand them to me politely? I begged