HouseHusband

Chapter one

I have always been quite judgemental of my customers.
I notice if they step onto my marble staircase with their left foot then their right foot they are strong risk-takers, but right foot then left foot will usually leave you bored and blasé.
Although I do own a very exciting, modern and classic boutique, I unfortunately encounter "bores" on a daily basis.
Often wearing adidas tracksuits and tip-of-the-nose-Raybans, my customers are generally middle aged mothers with rich husbands and nothing better to do than shop for their favourite daughter's next birthday bash.

A common choice of jewellery is the "Apple Turnover Medallion." (ATM). Which is a locket worn around one's neck that usually encases some dead aunt's ashes.
Ricky and I have tried to sell our other products for a discount whenever someone asks for an ATM.
They usually just politely decline and I simply move on with my day - I much preferred tending to the seldom "Rihanna" then the "Lingering Lorraine".
Ricky often gives them a better deal or just holds his head in his hands while leaning over the counter murmuring the total - Which is $113.90 - if you are just buying one.

Ricky often joins me for a gossip, our favourite topics being "who makes the most money" and "which couples will last".

I hired Ricky becauseI knew he put money and work before anything else - proving he was my perfect employee.
His personality is very exciting and he has a good taste in fashion, but I wouldn't consider him a friend.
It is borderline impossible to be my friend.
Everyone knows that to get into my "Rich Fashion Friendgroup" you must be a single female in your late 30's who earns more than 250k per year, drives a Porsche and has no time for men.
Ricky only qualifies for %65 of those requirements - which is really unacceptable in these circumstances.
He knows this though, so never bothers to ask to grab a coffee after our shifts.

One of my favourite things to do while idle in work is to watch the large sliding doors open and close as customers walk in and out.
While leaning on the counter, i try to gage wether the customer will come up the staircase to me at the boutique or to wait in the foyer for a waiter to seat them in the downstairs restaurant.
When a person steps foot onto the staircase I make sure I have good posture, a smile on my face and my uniform isn't bunching at my ass.
Last of which being most important as i have had to occasions of where my ass (in particular) got many stares.
Well, I am pretty sure it was because of the bunching.
My ass was never the be-all-and-end-all, especially not in high school.
Amani, my 1st in command definitely had the most desirable ass in my friend group.
That was fine by me though because I had the face of Naomi Campbell and the boyfriend of a late 80's boy band.
His name was Truckie Goldsmith and his dad, Ethan owned "Gsmiths Mall NY."
Which is where I met Truckie, eating a burger at the fast food place.
I was sat on the table adjacent to his with Amani and KT, members of my friend group.
We overheard someone say Truckie was the managers son.
I thought Truckie was cute, so took the great opportunity of smearing lipstick on my chicken and making it out like the chicken wasn't fully cooked.
I threw a huge fit and screamed that I was gonna sue.
Truckie, as the slight gentleman he was, offered to pay for a new one.
I ended ip hooking up with him that night.

There is nothing more i regret than the way i lived my high school life.
I had boyfriends for christ's sake. The most useless thing a person get a hold of.
Men are only good for - men are good for nothing.
Only my dear Ricky - who is not my friend - has a use.

Even though I despise love I love the idea of being my own girlfriend.
My favourite pass time at home is looking in the mirror and dancing to saxophone music while pretending I am my own girlfriend.
Amani accuses me of being a lesbian whenever she catches me or when it is brought up in conversation.
I wouldn't blame her though, she wouldn't be overly used to doing anything for herself.
Her boyfriend, Gordo is very opinionated and controlling of Amani.
I tell Amani she is lucky she's allowed in my "Rich Fashion Friendgroup" because she is breaking major rules - "being single" and "having no time for men," so she really cant go doing things for someone else and not for herself.
In conclusion, love is worth nothing.

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