Boss Lady.

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"Onika, you are troubled. When I was 15 years old, I had a plan for my life. I knew what it was I wanted to do, where I wanted to go.. yet, everytine I come up here you're wasting your time with this nonsense."

I glared at my mother as she tossed my clothing samples around.

"Look at this. You're up here doodling while you need to be studying and trying to make sure you can get into good schools!"

"I don't need any of that. I'm gonna be a great fashion designer mom, these aren't just doodles. These are my life!" I shouted suddenly feeling brave enough to speak up.

She laughed and looked over my face. "I can't believe you actually believe that. My sweet, innocent dumb little daughter."

Feeling warm tears swell into my eyes, I stood there wondering why I was cursed with such a mother..

"Well, anyway. Remind me tomorrow to get you started back on a diet. Your poor hips are spreading wider than mine." She said tapping my butt before finally leaving my room.

I sat back down staring at my own reflection in the mirror. Why can't I be good enough?

Again. Anything just to hurt me. Something people were fond of doing.

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So here I am. Once a damn-gain. Looking and feeling foolish, sitting up waiting for this fucking bitch to get home. My leg bounce in anticipation as I watched the clock strike 4:00am.

"This fool thinks I'm stupid?" I mumbled to myself while rubbing my hands through my long, wavy hair. I had just received a text from him.

Fuck up💩: Baby. I'm sorry, I just saw your messages and missed calls. I got caught up with some work stuff. I'm omw back home now.

I couldn't help but laugh. HE FUCKING WORKS FOR ME. That is the only income I've ever known him to have. At least, that's legal that is. So him texting me now, talking about "work" as if I don't know every single detail that goes on throughout my company!

My people don't move until I give the final say. So the fuck could he have been working on. He doesn't have any access to MY company without me. There are reasons for that.

"Why the fuck do I keep putting up with this?" I groaned as I slammed my phone down on the table.

I hate that I have to keep questioning myself on this. It ain't rocket science, I'm just the moneymaker to him.

Sitting here in the dark, only light was the glow from my phone. I sent a text to my personal hairstylist Gloria. Letting her know all that we needed for the events coming up.

I had a long laundry list to shit I needed to get done. So waiting for my husband to finally come home, only pissed me off more.

One, I already knew the tabloids were about to eat this one up. He's not careful, and he's starting to make me look fucking dumb. Got the press thinking I just settle for anything. This isn't good! We're supposed to be on the same team, but lately he's been all about himself.

Don't know why I'm so surprised. It's always been that way. Especially after my company blew up, he started acting like I needed his ass instead of the opposite.

About 20 minutes later. I saw a flash of light seep through the large glass windows. I knew it was him.

Then I heard the door being unlocked and I watched closely as he walked up slowly with a grin on his ugly face. He put his keys down on the counter and grabbed something out of the fridge.

I got tired of watching him go on like he wasn't doing anything wrong. So I cleared my throat, getting his attention immediately.

"Oh shit! Damn baby-you scared the fuck outta me." He chuckled and I just sat there glaring up at him.

Here it is a whole new day. My so called "husband" comes waltzing in like shit is all cool and sweet.

"Damn, what's your problem babe?" He smiled licking his juicy lips.

Shaking my head as I tapped my fingers in the table. "Oh for real? What's my problem?"

How dare he ask me that?!

He nodded and shrugged walking over to the other spot on the couch to sit down. "That's what I'm trying to figure out. It's 4 in the morning, and you're sitting here in the damn dark looking crazy. Not a hug or kiss for your man?"

I started to curse his ass out. I promise I did, but instead I just laughed and stood up from the couch. One thing he had right, I was sitting here looking crazy. Waiting on his ass.

"O, why you looking at me like that?"

"I'm going to bed. Make sure you don't come up." I said quietly as I began to make my way towards the large gold staircase. "Oh- and don't forget we have an interview in a few hours. You better not be late."

Cause he definitely wasn't riding with me.

"Sick of this bullshit." I swung the double doors to my room open and shut them quickly. Before locking them behind me. The last thing I need is Odell bringing his ass up here bothering me.

Trying to dick his way out of trouble like always.

I had so much built up frustration. I'm no dummy, of course I knew this man was cheating on me. I've always known.

But one thing I don't have time for is babysitter him, and teaching him how to be a husband. I sighed deeply, letting my thoughts consume my mind.

I'm not about to worry about a man that can't understand how to love me properly. It's all for the image. Honestly, that's the only reason we are still married. I'm at the top of the fashion industry and have been for a few years now. Apart of that is my happy, healthy, beautiful married. My image is squeaky clean, and that's how I'd like to keep it.

Odell knows how things are between us. He knows by now that I can't stand his no good ass. But he definitely loved to try and make me feel like he still loves me.

But I know better.

Like mommy always said; men aren't shit. I shouldn't trust them. Just like my own father- mommy had to put up with some strange things with that man. Now here I am, going through the same shit I said I never would.

But I know I have to suck it up, and be the strong woman I've always had to be.

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A/N:

Sooooo how are we feeling about this one?🤔

I have some major plans!