Not Taking Any Sh*t Today
Samantha
Mexico was epic. The weather was beautiful even when it rained. The rain water was warm. The Valentine all–inclusive hotel was gorgeous. The poolside entertainment was fun. There was water volleyball and water dancing. Bull–riding and even water aerobics. Dashawn rode the bull and won the contest by staying on for eleven seconds. We met a lot of people. Some of the people we met were from Europe, and they were very friendly. Almost too friendly, Dashawn did not like some of the men that came up to talk to me.
The food was amazing. My favorite place was the French restaurant, and they had this churro cart that was so good.
I was fascinated by the little raccoon–looking animals called Coatis that were on our balcony every morning. I even saw iguanas and little geckos in the bushes and on the rocks.
The beach was stunning. We made sure to get up before sunrise to watch it on the beach every morning.
We made love constantly and if I wasn’t already pregnant, I’d be after this trip. My little belly popped a little more on this trip. Dashawn couldn’t get enough of it. He was constantly rubbing my belly and in the mornings he would talk to it, letting our sweet peas get used to his voice. He said he read that in a book.
With our two–week honeymoon over, today was our first day back and we were super busy. Meeting after meeting happened all day long. Ellora, Davis and Natalia were in their elements. Davis‘ duet single with Tally was still number one. Ellora was finished with her scenes in the
movie she was in and was already auditioning for other roles. A director for the Broadway Musical Grease wanted Ellora as Betty Rizzo, and she was so stoked. He told her she didn’t
even have to audition. She agreed right away. The show is supposed to run for six weeks.
Natalia was thriving as the understudy in The Phantom of the Opera. She was learning so
much.
“Who do we have next, baby?” Dashawn asked. He looked exhausted.
“Yara Jones. She just got let go from Ace Talent Agency. Her reputation is that she’s a real
Diva. Very demanding. From what I’ve seen of her tapes, she’s a very talented actress. Was in
the show American Teen, where they followed popular teenage kids and documented their
lives. It was a hit for about three years. Then she played Amanda Cleary in the Babysitter’s
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Mysterious Adventures. That show lasted two years. She’s done a couple of reality shows with friends. She’s looking for a new agent. She’s twenty–three now and wants to break out on the big screen.”
“Okay, let’s talk to her. Maybe I can lob her off on Ashley Newsome.”
“She’d kill you,” I said, smiling.
Ashley was a ball–buster. A no–nonsense forty–year–old single mother who was one of the company’s top talent agents. I didn’t think she’d put up with Yara’s attitude.
Dashawn smiled, “It’ll keep her on her toes.”
I shook my head. Ashley and Dashawn had a love–hate relationship. They loved to pick on
each other, but hated to back down. Neither one liked to give in to the other. If Dashawn ever
wanted to give up the CEO position and Cia or Kimber didn’t want it, Ashley would be my
choice. I liked her a lot. And on her part, the feeling was mutual.
I kissed him and went out to go get Yara and whoever was with her. I walked up to a beautiful
redheaded woman. She was tall, probably five–nine, with large br*asts, a curvy nipped in
waist, hips and a booty that I envied. She was standing next to a skinny young man that had
a tablet in his hand. He was stick thin, kind of gaunt looking. Super tall, he towered over Yara
by six or seven inches. His black hair was swept to the side and when he looked over to me,
he had the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Yara jones? I’m…”
“No one important, I’m here to see Dashawn Krew, not talk to some secretary.”
I paused with an eyebrow raised, she looked me up and down and stopped at my pregnant
belly. The sneer had me wanting to slap her face.
“I’m Dawson Cook, Ms. Jones PA,” he held out his hand.
“I’m Samantha Krew, Mr. Krew’s PA.”
“Krew? Are you related to him? Sister perhaps?” he asked. He gave me an appreciative
glance and I smirked. Yara scoffed.
“Wife.”
“Wife? Mr. Krew is married? Well, that’s disappointing,” Yara grumbled.
“Right, so we won’t be taking you on,” I said. I was not going to deal with the drama, I could clearly see her starting. Just that comment alone tells me she would not care to start sh*t
with me over Dashawn, and I didn’t need the stress.
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Dawson smirked and looked at Yara like he was waiting for the explosion. Oh, she did not disappoint.
“WHAT! You can’t just do that. Only Mr. Krew can make that type of decision,” she screeched.
“Actually, I own thirty percent of the company, so I can and just did do that.”
“You haven’t even given me a chance!”
“You blew your chance when you decided I wasn’t worth your time talking to. You assumed I
was just some lowly secretary, which unfortunately for you, I am not. So, have a nice day.”
I turned to walk back to Dashawn’s office, but she grabbed my arm and whipped me around. I
lost my balance and crashed into the wall. I slid down it, cradling my stomach.
“Samantha?” Sandra yelled. She got up from her desk and started to run towards me, but a
huge commotion came from behind her and Dashawn came running past her.
“Baby, what happened?” he asked as he bent down to help me up.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to turn her so hard, she just lost her balance and fell,” Yara said
innocently.
“Who in the f*ck are you and why are you putting your hands on my wife?” Dashawn yelled.
“Mr. Krew, I’m Yara Jones. Your wife and I just had a misunderstanding.”
“Get the f*ck out of my company,” he growled, pickling me up.”
“You can’t be serious, I’m Yara Jones.”
“You could be The President of the United States and I wouldn’t give two sh*ts. I don’t hit women, but you f*cking tempt me,” he said, stomping off with me in his arms.
“I do hit women, I saw what you did,” Sandra said, and Dashawn turned. We both watched
Sandra slap the sh*t out of Yara.
“Sandra, you just got yourself a raise,” Dashawn said, turning and carrying me to his office.
“Baby, are you okay?” He asked, sitting down on the couch with me in his arms.
“Yeah, I’m fine. The babies are fine. I didn’t hit the wall on my front, it was just my shoulder.”
“What happened?”
I told him of the conversation I had with Yara and how she dismissed me and I told her we
wouldn’t be signing her.
“No, we would never because of her attitude alone.”
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“I think I should take you to the doctors,” he said.
“Dashawn, I’m fine, really.”
“Well, what can I do for you?”
“Nothing, but I am hungry, and I want a steak sandwich with cheese, and tomato and french fries with mayo and ketchup to dip them in.” He scrunched his nose. He hated mayonnaise.
“I’ll put in the order, you can go pick it up for us in ten minutes,” he said.
He held me on the couch as he ordered our food. I put my head on his shoulder and just breathed him in. When he was done, he rubbed my belly and I almost fell asleep when he told
me our food should be ready. I nodded, gave him a kiss and went to get our food.
I left the building and walked the few short blocks to the eatery where our food was. I opened
the door and took a big inhale of the savory smell of meat and grease. This pregnancy had me
craving meat all the time. Specifically, steak. The doc said I was a little anemic and
encouraged me to eat as much red meat as possible. I tried the iron pills he gave me and I
would throw them right back up so that was his second option for me.
I was standing in line when one of the most annoying voices I’ve ever heard accosted me.
“Wow, you’ve gotten fat,” the voice said.
I turned and Sheryl was behind me sneering.
“I’m three and a half months pregnant you nitwit.”
“I can’t believe Dashawn is breeding with the likes of you,” she said.
“The likes of me?”
“Yeah, a gold digging wh*re,” I sighed and rolled my eyes.
“My husband doesn’t think I am a gold digging wh*re, if anything, he just gives me his money. I’m very grateful, because that means you can’t get your greedy tacky hands on it,” I smiled.
She gasped, “He married you?”
“Yep,” I said, smiling.
Her face actually fell, like her heart was ripped out. I scoffed.
“You never had a shot, even if I wasn’t in the picture, he would never choose you and do you
want to know why?”
“Enlighten me,” she said, crossing her arms.
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“Because there is no way you’d fit into his lifestyle. You’re the type of chick that likes to be pampered, you aren’t a hard worker, everything you’ve ever done has been handed to you. You don’t know how to take no for an answer, and his mother would have eaten you for breakfast. You have no gumption. You’re a spoiled b*tch who doesn’t know when to leave sh*t well enough alone.”
Her mouth dropped. I didn’t need this sh*t today, first Yara and now Sheryl. I was hormonal and starving, and she was holding me up. I turned my back on her and got Dashawn’s and my food.
“Stay the f*ck away from me and my husband. I once told him and his cousins that I wasn’t sure I could kill anyone, but with the hormones that are raging through me and the day I’ve had, I don’t think I’d have a problem putting a bullet in your head today.” I smiled at her gasp and walked out. I felt way better than I did a minute ago.
I walked back into Dashawn’s office smiling.
“You look happy.”
I passed him his sandwich and fries. I sat down and opened my wrapper and took a huge bite. I moaned as the flavor of the meat burst on my tongue.
“Jesus,” Dashawn mumbled, as he adjusted himself in his seat. I swallowed and smiled at
him.
“I am happy. I’ve put two b*tched in their place today, and I am eating a steak sandwich with
my husband. Life couldn’t be better.”
I told him about Sheryl and he laughed.
“You’re perfect, baby.”
I beamed at him and enjoyed my meal.
