Nicki is thrilled to land a job as a nanny for a wealthy, recently divorced mother of two. The pay is amazing, and the kids are angels. The only problem is their mother, Beyoncé. She's uptight, controlling, and impossible to please. The worst part...
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Nicki opened Leah's door a crack and peered through it, just like Corey, she was sound asleep. Beyoncé had put them to bed ten minutes earlier before retiring to her office, she'd asked Nicki to check on them before she left. Nicki shut Leah's door and headed downstairs, she was done for the day but she didn't want to go home yet. She longed to steal a moment with Beyoncé, even though they couldn't do anything but talk. She sighed, that was how it was between them now. When they were in the house they were strictly boss and employee. They had slipped a few times with a stolen kiss, a teasing touch or a whispered word, and every one of those moments filled Nicki with an unquenchable thirst.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs she heard a loud crash, it had come from the back of the house. Nicki rushed down the hall calling out Beyoncé's name. Beyoncé didn't answer, but as Nicki got closer she heard her cursing from her office. Nicki hurried toward the sound and found Beyoncé standing in front of her desk, everything that had been on top of the marble desk was now strewn across the floor and Beyoncé's face was clouded over with rage.
Beyoncé? Nicki entered the room tentatively, she'd never seen her like this before. Is everything alright?
That bastard! Beyoncé spat. I can't believe he's doing this, he didn't even have the decency to tell me himself.
Nicki didn't have to ask who he was, there was only one man who Beyoncé spoke of with such disdain.
What's happened?
I just got a phone call from my lawyer, Shawn's lawyer informed her that he's decided to petition for sole custody. He's trying to take the kids from me.
Nicki's stomach dropped.
Beyoncé, I'm so sorry.
It's all because I went back to work and hired a nanny. He claims he's doing this because he doesn't want the twins to be raised by a stranger. The muscles in Beyoncé's neck tightened. He said I've abandoned my duties as a mother.
That's not true at all!
From the moment Nicki had started working for her it had been clear that Beyoncé was dedicated to raising the twins herself. She had Nicki take care of the practical things so she could take care of everything that mattered. Nicki might be the one who took them to music lessons but Beyoncé made a point of going to all of their recitals. It was Nicki's job to get the twins ready for bed, but it was Beyoncé who tucked them in and read them a bedtime story every night. And their conversation about Leah, her attentiveness to the children's needs had only grown. She had followed through with her promise to stop pushing Leah so hard and their relationship had only gotten stronger.
The truth doesn't matter to him. Beyoncé said through gritted teeth. And if he gets custody it's not going to be him who raises them. They'll end up raised by servants, or worse his mother, who will fill their head with toxic ideas.
