Landscaper (Megyonće)

Chapter One

Beyoncé woke up with the blaring sun shining through the blinds of her Houston Manor. She yawned and stretched, allowing her sleepiness to exit her system. She checked her clock. It read 11:21 am. Although later than her usual wake up time, she gave herself some leeway as she was still recovering from tour, and a good nights rest was due.

Once the drowsiness was gone, she made her way to her ensuite and completed her morning routine. Only dressed in sweatpants and a bralette, she made her way downstairs to make herself breakfast and a hot cup of tea. Due to the absence of her children and husband, she was able to enjoy her solitude over a bowl of cereal.

BUZZ

She was knocked out of her peaceful state by the a sound that was mix of buzzing and humming almost like a lawnmower. She made her way towards her back porch to find a woman about 5'10 in shorts and a white beater mowing her yard. Beyoncé had totally forgotten that she had hired a landscaper. The woman notices Beyoncé watching her, and waves in the most southern way possible before continuing her job. You know the wave you give to your neighbors when passing by. Beyoncé gives a shy wave back, trying to be polite. Beyoncé quickly leaves towards her office to find an employee folder. She needed to know who was taking care of her home's exterior needs. She immediately found it.

"Megan Pete"

Slipping out of her mouth very naturally as if she had said the name a million times before. The folder contain everything she needed, her I-9 forms to her contact information to her address, but only missing her NDA. Beyoncé made everyone that worked for and with her sign an NDA as a precautionary measure. Beyoncé takes the paper and makes her way back to the backyard. She approaches the woman calmly as not to spook her. She tapped her shoulder. The woman turned around to face Beyoncé.

Wow, Beyoncé thought.

If Beyoncé knew this woman would be this beautiful, she would've hired her a long time ago. Beyoncé stared at her for what felt like an eternity, taking in her face. From her slender eyes to her full lips. It was like looking at an angel for the first time. The world was moving in the slow motion, but not slow enough for Beyoncé to realize the confused look on the women's face and the fate mumbling coming from the landscaper's mouth.

"Hello," snapping her fingers, pulling Beyoncé out of her trace. "Oh," coming back to reality, "Megan Pete, right?"

"Yes, that is me," she spoke, "Mrs. Carter I presume." Megan always admired Beyoncé and her music, however she wasn't a mega fan girl so working with her wasn't such a big deal to her.

"Hi. Just Beyoncé. If you could sign this NDA for me, and I'll be out of your way," she said as she handed Megan the paper and pen. Megan took the items from her and quickly signed the document before handing it back to her. Although Megan wasn't a super fan, she understood the superstar's requirement for a NDA and had no problem signing it.

"Thank you and if you need anything, feel free to ask me." Megan nodded in response.

"Also I understand the Houston heat. If you need anything to drink or eat, my kitchen is always open."

"Thank you," Megan responded. Beyoncé felt like a burden right now. Taking Megan away from her  work, so she hastily walked away from the tall woman. She noticed that the beautiful woman was a woman of very little words, her only saying a few words in the span of time. Maybe the point was to focus more on her face. That face. It had be sculpted by God himself. Beyoncé could not erase her from her memory. Scorned to her thoughts.

Beyoncé made her way back to her office, opening her computer and immediately searching the name, Megan Pete. Out of the first things that pop up, Beyoncé clicks on her Instagram. She was shocked to see the posts that were on there. Megan laid up with multiple women at the club. Megan's gym pictures. Megan graduating college. Megan just being fine as fuck.

She's fit. She's smart. She's gay. She's a hoe. Beyonce thought. She did not enjoy the multiple post of the woman sitting with her, or the highlights of females throwing ass on Megan. It irked her. But thing is, it shouldn't. She was married woman and had not involved herself with a woman since she was in her teens. However, Jay was gone doing God knows what. Probably fucking another model in Cali. So she has every right to do the same. Beyoncé made that her mission. Some side dick wouldn't hurt nobody.