Jealous 2: Dreamland {COMPLETED}

6. Independence

3 Days Later
Beyoncé POV
At Lazy Susan's

"Alright give me about 5 to 7 minutes and I'll have your order right up." I said with a generous smile to the older lady at the register who's order I just took.

She smiled and went and sat in a booth. I slid the meal ticket to the chef and sat back in front of the register waiting on the next customers. As I waited, a man came in. I took note of how he looked around confused, as if he didn't know rather he sit down and be serviced or come to the register and order. He set his sights on me, and I noticed a change in his demeanor almost immediately.

I spoke before he got the chance to, "Hello there, welcome to Lazy Susan's. What can I get for you today?" I said picking up my notepad.

He smirked at me and looked away from my face at what I'm guessing was my name tag. Oh he's about to butcher my name.

"Beeonceaye, that's a unique name for a unique girl. How you doing mamas. " I felt myself almost physically shudder at anyone other than the two that have my heart calling me mamas.

I dropped my smile and cleared my throat. "My name is Beyoncé, and that's how I would like to be addressed. What would you like to order.."

I guess he caught onto me professionally saying I'm not comfortable with that. He nodded mostly to himself before he adjusted his clothing and spoke. "A black coffee and a turkey-swiss croissant, please." He handed out a twenty before I could tell him his total.

As I took the 20 I finally had a chance to take in his appearance. He looked to be about 30, to me he looked like money. You can tell he's the boss somewhere of something. He just reflects that of someone with power. The man was standing at least 6'4, very solid muscular build, brownskin, his arms were completely overrun with tattoos. In complete honesty he was a sight to look at.

"You are staring beloved." He notified me making my cheeks heat up. "I must say you are gorgeous yourself."

"Thank you, you aren't too shabby yourself." I said with a small polite smile.

"$13.46 is your change." I said as I handed it back to him.

"Nope, that's for you. Gratuity." He said denying me.

"Oh, thank you so much." I said humbly. "Give me one second, you can pick out a seat and I'll bring your order to you." He nodded and took a seat a few seats away from the register while still being near the counter.

"Honeybee, ticket 270 up." The chef alerted me as I got the pot of coffee out along with a fresh baked croissant. I poured two cups of coffee, grabbed the elderly-lady-from-earlier's superman breakfast and put everything on my serving tray and headed to the woman's table.

I kindly served her, earning a thank you before then heading to the guy's table.

"Here you go, anything else?" I asked with once again a polite smile.

"Yeah can I get your number?" He said casually.

Before I could speak, I was being spoken for, "Nah playa she straight. She taken."

I heard along with a firm grip being placed on my waist. My stomach dropped to my ass, whyyyy did she have to pop up right now. Now I'm about to get fucked up.

"Oh, my mistake. Thats all, I don't need anything else." He said sounding defeated but never taking his eyes off me.

I felt a tug on my waist silently telling me to follow her. I waived at the man and followed Megan as she walked in front of me to the break room. My shift was over for today so that explains why she was here but I already know her catching me handling that interaction is going to lead to nothing but trouble.

Soon as we walked in the breakroom the two other waitresses looked at me and megan and immediately walked out. Wow, I know thats right, leave me in here to get killed. Megan is extremely territorial even moreso because she saw the nigga being friendly in her face.

"Hey b-" she held her hand up cutting me off. "Clock out. Now." She ordered in a demanding tone.

Knowing it was probably not best to challenge her right now i nodded and proceeded to clock out, hanging my apron on my usual hook.

"So this what the fuck we doing now Giselle? You having niggas in your face? You entertaining these bitch ass niggas now? So we don't mean shit to you?" She asked question after question. She was so mad I could see her exposed skin turning red which is kinda hard to do since she's not as light as me and Tatiana.

"Megan baby that's not what it was. He's just a customer, I was tryna be p-" She cut me off.

"Polite my ass, he was flirting with you when he first came in but then you wanna still smile in his fucking face?" Maybe that wasn't a good way for me to start off the conversation.

"You really playing witcho muhfuckin life right now, on my fucking mama. This why you wanna still work? So you can dickwatch? We give you a generous allowance every week so money is not an issue for you, we payed off your schooling so what the fuck is it Beyoncé...You know what, go tell Susan you quit."

I looked at her taken aback. I get that she's upset but she's going to far. "I'm not quitting Megan. No."

She looked at me blankly before she took a breath and ran her hand over her face. "You know what bet. Take your ass to the car."

Fuck.

I immediately obeyed and damn near ran to the car. Soon as I got in the car and called Tati.

"Fuck are you on pequeña niña tonta?" Fuck, how did she find out so fast. And she's cussing me out in Spanish, she PISSED. 1

"Tati baby that's not what happened. Please hear me out." I pleaded. I know out of the two of them she's the more understandable one.

"No porque sabías exactamente lo que estabas haciendo. Si Megan no hubiera intervenido, le habrías dado tu número a ese imbécil. ¿Qué te pasa, pequeña niña estúpida?" Oh my God. At this point I hung up, they both finna keep cussing my ass out. I already know I'mma have to go back to the guess room tonight.

Why the fuck does shit have to keep happening...

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Heyyy, this just a lil filler chapter so yeahhh.. Bey in deep shit so we gone have to figure out what meg and Tatiana gone do about it.