Mine for Tonight

Chapter 7

Over the next six days, Nicki discovered that living with Beyonce was easy... as long as she got her way. 

She caught herself grumbling, more than once, about her overbearing attitude and take-charge tactics. 

Without question, the lady was generous and she had already had several conniption fits over how much money Beyonce spent on her. 

Clothes, laptop, iPhone, iPod,iPad-. 

Beyonce loved gadgets that began with an i-and anything she thought was essential to her well-being. 

She had tried to patiently explain that she had lived well enough without those things before, but Beyonce simply grunted and soon gave her another so-called essential item, all of which were definitely not necessities. 

The only fight that she had actually won was the argument about her buying her a car. 

Nicki had put her foot down and refused, telling her that she preferred to take the bus. 

Honestly, she hadn't really won that argument either. 

The only reason Beyonce had relented was because she had her driver, a delightful man named Julius, take her to school every day and pick her up again after class or clinicals. 

Julius seemed to be at Beyonce's beck and call,even though Beyonce drove herself to the office every morning in a Bugatti Veyron. 

Nicki had almost choked the first time she saw the outrageously expensive sleek automobile, a car that she actually had only seen previously in photos. 

Beyonce shrugged, telling her that Solange had one too, only Solange's was newer, a fact that seemed to irritate Beyonce whenever her precious vehicle was mentioned. 

Nicki had rolled her eyes at her and walked away. 

Honestly, she was just like a girl...only richer-a lot richer-and her toys a hell of a lot more expensive. 

Sam, Beyonce's personal assistant and another employee to whom she'd taken an instant liking, delivered Nicki's new clothes early the previous Saturday morning. 

And she hadn't come alone. 

It had taken a string of strong, able-bodied men to trail in with a whole new wardrobe that definitely hadn't come from Walmart or a normal discount store. 

Nicki now had a huge walk-in closet filled with expensive designer clothing, most of which she would probably never wear. 

For God's sake, even the jeans were designer and expensive. 

Every item fit perfectly. 

Beyonce had checked the soiled clothes in her backpack to get her size. 

The clothing incident had been the first experience of many that was teaching Nicki that Beyonce never did anything in a small way. 

She had really balked when she saw how much money she had deposited into her checking account. 

How in the hell had the lady found out her checking account number? 

She had just raised her shoulders again and told her to let her know when she needed additional funds and she would take care of it. 

Additional funds? 

Beyonce had transferred one hundred thousand dollars to her account, a fact that had nearly sent her into heart failure when she had checked her balance. 

An account that usually sat in the single digits had suddenly become an endless source of cash. 

How could anyone spend that much money in a few months?