More Than Business

Chapter 30

NICKI POV

That night Vanessa and I stayed late. OJ was playing on my phone on the couch.

"Hey Ms. Nicki" Vanessa said entering my office.

"You don't have to call me Ms." I said.

"Okay." she nodded.

"But whats up?" I asked.

"Do you want me to grab us a bite to eat, or get some coffee?" she offered.

"Sure." I nodded. "You can grab my wallet out of my purse and take it with you."

"You're letting me take your entire wallet?" she looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah" I nodded.

She grabbed my wallet and opened it, "you're like, super rich."

"Nooo" I groaned. "I just, work hard."

"I mean, don't we all?" she murmured.

"Where are you getting food from?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I just, wasn't aware that you trusted me so much." she added.

I took a deep breath, "The fact that you and I even talk, tells you that I trust you."

She smiled and hugged me, "For a boss, you're like.. really cool."

I looked up at her, "thanks."

"Okay I'm gonna head out." she stated, standing up straight.

"Okay." I smiled.

She waved as she left.

Minutes later someone knocked softly on the door.

"Is that Mama?" OJ asked. Lydia had said she would come back soon.

"I think so. Or maybe Ms. Vanessa." I winked at him.

The person knocked again.

"Come in." I called as I started sorting through more papers.

The door opened slowly and a man entered.

"Who are you?" I asked trying not to reveal my nervousness.

He slowly approached me with a devious grin on his face.

"I work here." he responded.

"Why are you here?" I stood.

"Didn't want the little queen in her castle all alone." he smirked.

"Please leave." my fingers twitched by my side.

"I think the reason you're so bitchy all the time is because you need some-" he reached towards me.

"No!" I jumped back.

"Come here, it won't hurt ya." he coaxed, grabbing my arm.

"Get away from me." I struggled to pull away.

He groped me aggressively. "Ima give you what you need."

"Stop it!" I screamed.

I fell to the floor and attempted to crawl out of his reach. He kept reaching for me, and each time I kicked at him.

He grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me to the corner, blocking me from moving. He began unbuttoning his pants.

I found myself in fetal position, crying with my eyes closed.

"Aww whats wrong?" he taunted.

"Leave me alone." I begged. "What do you want from me?"

"I'm here to help you."