Barbie || Beynika

🤍02: Already A Handful🤍

Onika
August 24th
Atlanta, Georgia

   I pulled up at Matthew's house, ringing the door bell and waiting for it to be answered. Beyoncé showed me their place yesterday and since I worked for her father, plus one.

"Can someone get this freaking door!?," I yelled impatiently banging on it now.

"Be patient woulda," I heard Bey say as the door opened.

"Hi," I said as i wiggled my eyebrows.

"Its sunday, why are you here?," She said with folded arms. Well someone is in a bad mood.

"Uh, I thought you'd need someone to drive you around so once again, Hi."

"Well, you're right I will need someone to drive me out later, but that's why my friends are coming over," She said with a straight face, arms still folded.

"Well shit. Can I still come in tho, I have to be with your father at all times."

"Why you're only his secretary." I sighed, gently pushing her aside as I walked into their house. To be honest, it looked really beautiful. The living room was really big with a chandelier hanging from it complementing the cream coloured staircase plus everything was either in white or nude colours.

"Ah, Barbie. Nice to see you," Matthew said coming to hug me. I highed him back, taking the wrist watch he had on as well. I could afford it, ten times, but.. this is fun.

"Nice to see you too Matthew."

"What are you doing here?," He asked letting go off me as I sat down dusting my clothes.

"Oh you know, just decided to drop by, hang around, and also...I want a change of work." I really did. I needed something that could make me closer to them, even if it's just closer to Bey. This mission was really important...to Danica, and I did not want my percentage cut.

"A change of work?...we've only known you for two days."

"Yea, and you know I'm awesome enough to be named after the most amazing toy and I'm cool enough to send people to your house, disclosing your location. So yea, I want what I said I want, and a drink...i want a drink," I said crossing my legs as I saw the wide look on both Matthew and Beyoncé's faces.

"Ok, what type of 'change of work' do you want?."

"Your bodyguard," I said as Beyoncé chuckled. "Is anything supposed to be funny?."

"Sorry, it's just the idea of you as a bodyguard...it really cracks me up. You short and soft woman, they can pass through you," She said with a loud laugh as I reached for my gun, tucking it back with the little home training inside me.

"Ms. Yoncé there is alot I mean a whole lot you do not know about me, so till you get your facts straight, shut the fuck up. Now sir, are you changing my line of work or not?, secretaries are boring." I am fully aware that everyone is shocked out of their underwear on my sudden change, but I'm Onika...that's what I do. Even Danica shouldn't expect me to always be little miss do what they tell you 24/7, I cant stop giving a frick about my percentage tomorrow...let's see what she does then.

"Um, ok. How about this, you be Bey's bodyguard for one month and I'll see if I can let you keep the job. This isn't something I normally do but...I just want to for you..." yea you better. "...so yea, that's on that," He said with a smile as a frown formed on Beyoncé's face. Little pie must've forgotten who I is.

"Ok." I smiled.

"Great. I'll be in my room so long," He said as he got up to leave. I stood up about to follow behind him as I instantly remembered Bey being in the room. I turned around walking over to her.

"Hey luv," I said with a smirk as I twerked infront of her making her chuckle.

"You know you ain't shit right?."

"Uh, and what exactly might you mean?," I asked with crossed arms. She really does know how to fuck a mood up I swear.

"I mean, that you ain't shit," She shrugged. "You've only been a secretary two days and now you wanna be a bodyguard, like who the fuck do you think you are, who do the fuck do you take me and my father for?."

"I think I am Onika, and you are someone about to get your head blown of-" I was about to show my gun and give it all away. Shit I really do mess up when I remember I have this thing right in my waistline, but you cant blame me...I ain't shot in weeks, something always stops me.

"Who the fuck is Onika?."

"Alter ego."

"Alter ego?, Anika...is your alter ego?."

"Yes, and is pronounced...ONIKA, not Anika...don't do that, shit creeps me out. And just incase you're wondering...it was influenced by the movie, princess of a thousand thieves," I said, more lies just rolling out my mouth. "But dont look it up, it's a really old movie...since the 45s...you prolly weren't born yet." She let out a really loud laugh once I was done talking as she started walking to the kitchen.

"Girl I think you forgot that I am older than you. But ok, whatever you say. I wont look it up. But can I refer to you as Onika instead, thos while Barbie shit be making me think you a toy," She took a bottled water gulping it down as I fake gasped.

"How dare you insult my name like that!?. You know what, no..you cannot call me Onika, that's my alter ego...same thing you will be soon," I said muttering the last part under my breath. I wasn't lying about that one though, I mean she's pretty, has a nice ass, thick thighs, long pretty legs...might as well make her my alter ego. "So just call me by my name woulda."

"Ok, Barbie," She said stretching the vowels on it longer as I groaned.

"Girl you are a problem. I've literally only known you for two days and you're Already A Handful," I said making her stick her tongue out as me as I rolled my eyes, "anyways, where are you even going today?."

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