Turned Out By A Boss(30)

“Denim what if Rico takes you to court. You up and left moving to another state without so much as telling him.” Treasure said with a worried look on her face.

“Rico take who to court? That'll never happen unless he wants his precious little Deena to find out he's been cheating on her.” Denim told her confidently.

“The way you make him seem he rather keep you under lock and key and still do his thing with his wife and others. It seems to me that he loves having a wife but he loves having side chicks just as much and as I said before you're the main one.” Treasure said to her.

Denim knew what she was saying was true and she hoped that Rico wouldn't come looking for her. Too many times he has let it be known that they weren't over until he said so and she believed him. Not knowing what she was going to do as far as work for the time being she would just depend on her savings to keep from calling home and risking Rico knowing where she was. With a little over ten thousand in her bank account and having a new born baby, she should be fine for the next three maybe four months before she really needed to find a job.

“When will your car be here?”

“Early tomorrow. It's not like I know my way around anyway I'm fine in the house.”

"Well, I'm gonna go. Have fun in your new place.” Treasure said as she got up to leave.

Denim got up behind her locking the door before doing another walk through of the house. Words couldn't describe how she felt. Yes, she may have lived in a house before, but, it was in Rico’s name and he paid all of the bills. So while she resided there it never really belonged to her. Whereas this was hers, she was now an owner and she loved it.

This was her time to be independent and really show people she could do it on her own and wasn't that little girl everyone proclaimed her to be. While it was nice to be able to spend money whenever she wanted. She had never been materialistic so the change wouldn't hurt her. However, not having a man there when she needed or wanted was going to be something she was going to have to adjust to.

Most of all she knew she had to come up with a plan to make money. Getting a job was going to be hard but she was determined. At the age of twenty Denim could shamefully say she doesn't have any real work experience. Every job she got growing up, she'd quit within a months’ time. Whether it was a receptionist job, retail sales associate or just a fast food worker. In her head, she was too good and strong minded to have a boss. In actuality, she was just to prideful and didn't want to be told what to do and when to do it.

*****

Walking in the club Denim danced to the beat of Trap Niggas by Future. This was her first time stepping out and she couldn't be more excited. Dealing with the stress of Rico calling and threatening her every chance he got she needed to unwind. Here she was only a week into the move and he was already talking crazy. As much as she didn't want to admit it Treasure was right. Yet again.

“This is nice.”

Denim complimented how big and spacious the club was. She followed Treasure to a table ignoring the constant cat calls and mean mugs she received.

"There my girls go right there." Treasure pointed out as they walked towards the table.

“About time you got here.”

“Right. Had a bitch ready to call and go off on your slow dressing ass.”

“Oh, whatever. Y'all bitches probably just got here, but this my girl Denim.” Treasure said introducing Denim, who stood to the side just looking.

“Denim. Hey, I'm Juju.”

“Oh look at your little pretty self. I'm Quay nice to meet you.”

Denim greeted them as she took them in. Juju was a pretty dark skin girl with a body that would put Blac Chyna’s to shame. Giving her the once over Denim couldn't deny the black Versace dress she had on was bad with the matching pumps. Now Quay was a whole other story. Pretty yes, gorgeous even. Quay was what you considered a light skin bombshell everything was on point from the face to the hair and body. Hell even down to the bad ass long sleeved lace GUESS dress she was rocking. At first glance, you'd think you were coming across none other than Miss Nickibaby herself from LHHLA.

“Nice to meet y'all too. What we drinking on, though?” Denim asked sitting her brown Michael Kors clutch down beside her.

Not waiting for an answer she switched off in the direction of the bar. One thing Cree had taught her when it came to going out was a bad bitch never had to foot the bill if you played your cards right. That don't mean come out broke either because you always supposed to have enough to cover yours and the next bitch bill if need be.

“What can I get for you sexy?” Flirted the bartender. He was cute but not her type.

Before she could even say anything, she was cut off. “Let me get two bottles of Patron.” Looking up her breath got caught in her throat. That's just how sexy he was, putting her in the mind frame of a taller version of New York Giants football player Odell Beckham Jr.

“So you just gon’ cut me off.” She flirted.

“I'm sorry. I didn't even see you.” He apologized. “What you getting?”

“Bottle of Peach C?roc.”

Denim watched him order her bottle and tell the bartender to put it on his tab before he smiled at her and walked away. Smiling to herself she headed back to the table and waited for the bottle to be brought to their table.