CHAPTER 1
"Nuelle!! Wake Up it's 7 AM, we are going somewhere remember" My mom yells at me.
I am Nuelle Kalio, a 17-year-old Nigerian. Back In Nigeria, I'm considered Light skinned but here in America I'm nowhere close to that. Up until two weeks ago, I was still living in my home country Nigeria with my mom and little sister a very peaceful and average life I had just a few months to graduate from secondary school (high school ) then boom! my mother came with the news of moving abroad and I don't have a say in this decision made by her.
One of my mom's friends had secured a nursing job for her here in New Orleans so we had to move. Don't get me wrong I'm happy to move but I wasn't given enough time to prepare and properly say goodbye to my friends. The whole moving thing was done in haste.
Back to reality, I can still hear my mother's yelling voice outside my room door
"I'm already out of bed ma" I shout back trying as much as possible to hide the annoyance in my voice. It's not like I have school to go I don't know why she woke me up so early it's 7 fucking o'clock what am I supposed to do with myself.
I manage to drag myself out of bed, do my usual morning chores, and have breakfast. It's 9 O'clock by the time I'm done.
"Nuelle remember we are meeting Mrs. Morgan, the lady that is giving you a part-time job and we will leave by 10 AM so please get ready as fast as you can," my lovely mother says.
Who gives a 17-year-old an hour to get dressed I mean 🤷♀️ I need at least two hours, I'm a girl for goodness sake 🙄
But I can't say that to my mother that is if I want my legs to function properly in the next few minutes. Yeah, African mothers don't take nonsense they treat your fuck ups immediately lol.
After having my bath I move to my closet to look for what to wear, this usually takes most of my time as I'm indecisive as fuck when it comes to what to wear. After what feels like years, I decide on a black puffy short-hand crop top, a black and white button-down short jean skirt, and a black shiny leather knee boot. If I'm going to a fashion house, I should at least look at the part. I have long curly hair so I stretch my dark hair and let it fall on my shoulders then proceeded to apply a little makeup and I'm done.
"Mom, can we start going? I'm done dressing" I call after my mom.
"Okay, let me grab my keys," she says.
After driving for like 15 minutes, we drive into this very big building that is mostly made of glass.
When we walk into the reception, I am amazed by what I'm seeing what the hell! This place is fucking amazing.
I'm still caught up in my excitement and didn't even notice when my mother walks up to the receptionist to ask about our appointment with Mrs. Morgan.
"Nuelle let's go!" my mom says snapping me back to reality.
Mrs. Morgan I'm looking at is way far from what I thought she will look like. I was expecting to see an old, saggy, wrinkled, skinned woman in her late 40s, even older but standing before me is a very beautiful young woman not more than 25 years old with her dirty blond hair and hazel eyes looking effortlessly beautiful. How did she do it? she's the director of this place and she's my new role model. I want to be like her.
She stretches out her hands towards me for a handshake.
"Hi, nice meeting you Nuelle. Call me Khole" she says.
"Hi!" I greet shaking her back. Oh my God her hand is so soft, although mine is softer 😋.
"Thank you for having me here, you won't regret it," I say.
"I hope so" she replies.
After that, she and my mom starts talking about things I'm not interested in so I excuse myself and leave to check out where I will start working the next day. The bouquet had two sections, male and female sections for clothing, shoes, bags, accessories, and all.
It's a big and beautiful place. I am told my job will be to assist customers with their shopping and clean up when they are done. It wouldn't be that stressful, right? 😑 I will be working 6 hours for the next 2 weeks cause school will be starting 2 weeks from now. When school starts, I will be working 3 hours after school. Not bad right? And the pay is very good. I don't mind the stress, I will be starting tomorrow I'm anxious about it cause this will be my first time working in my 17 years of living.
Fast forward to my first day at work so far so good, it hadn't been so stressful. Although some very annoying customers visited the boutique it's nothing I can't handle. It's about 2 pm and I have just one more hour before I'm done with my shift. I am just going around picking up clothes that were littered around and putting them back in their hangers and right at that moment, the most "most handsome 😅" boy I have ever seen in my fucking life just walks in.
He has the palest skin I have seen so far it's as if he has never been under the sun in his life. His lips are plumb and rosy red and his eyes are blueish gray, so fucking beautiful he should be 6'3ft tall cause he is so tall and "beautifully handsome" lol, couldn't help but stare at him. Then he starts to walk towards me, I looked at him as he got closer God!! he is so hot! I can now see his facial features, his well-defined nose, and his full lips. I will give anything just to kiss those lips. I'm still dwelling in my perverted thoughts when he walks past me heading towards the staff-only area.
"Hey!" I run and stand in front of him to stop him.
"I'm sorry that's a restricted area for customers, if you are looking for the restroom it's over there" I point to the left.
"What?" he barks. He has this annoyed look on his handsome face.
"What I mean is, I can't let you go over there, I'm sorry" I try to explain again.
I'm now feeling a bit irritated, I mean can't he understand English or what?.
He bends down towards me and speaks with a really low and annoyed voice. "I'm in a shitty mood and I don't have time for this nonsense. Move your stupid ass out the way and let me pass".
God if not for the level of anger I'm feeling now, I will be doing some very perverted things with his voice but right now I feel like strangling him. Who the hell does he think he is to talk to me that way? If we weren't in a business place right now, I would have shown him the different shades of me.
"Mister If you don't move it, I will call security," I say looking dead into his eyes.
"Do you know who I am?" he asks.
"I don't and I am not interested in knowing so can you please leave," I say. My patience is growing thin by the minute.
"Fuck! Who employed this bitch?" he complains with a groan as he pushes me aside and walks past me.
Before I can understand what just happened he had already left. He is heading towards the director's office. Oh so he knows the director, that's why he is being an ass. I'm going to report him to the director. Ooh how I hate him, it's a shame that he is so handsome.