D R E A M

"Bro shut up!"

I yelled at the alarm clock before knocking it off my bedside table.

My eyes fixated upon the ceiling, studying it's conventional design.

The thought of having to get up for work was simply irritating, making me groan aloud.

I may be my own boss but it ain't gonna stay that away unless I get my ass up!

With that thought I sprung up from my bed like it was on fire and sauntered towards my bathroom and got ready for the day.

I slipped on a chic baby blue pant suit paired with a white lace corset, and put my hair into a sleek ponytail with the assistance of some gel.

Satisfied with my look, I then rested a pair of Valentino sunglasses on the crown of my head just before grabbing my keys and hangbag before heading out of my apartment complex and into my white Range Rover.

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I hit the steering wheels with the palm of my hands in frustration.

"Fuck!" I cussed at the sight of the dense traffic.

When it's comes to traffic it's safe to say New York is quite endowed in that area.

I took this spare time to check my phone and my eyes broadened when I got a glimpse of what the time was.

This day was already off to a bad start, I let out a heavy sigh at the thought.

I leaned forward and turned on the radio before sinking back into my red leather seat and began humming to the song.

I hummed to the song slightly edging into a better mood but that all changed rapidly when my phone began to ring.

"I can never catch a damn break." I muttered under my breath.

"Milan, please tell me you have something good to say." I say absently.

"Urm Dream, Mrs Allistone is here and she's not happy." spoke a hollow voice on the other end.

I subconsciously rolled my eyes in response as soon as I heard that name.

"For fucks sake, just tell her I'll be there in a minute." I hear her let out a sigh of relief.

"Please be quick, you know that bitch crazy!"

"Ok just keep her calm, I'll be there soon." I say laughing before hanging up.

A few minutes later my phone begins to ring again and in a state of frustration and I pick it up.

"Milan I just said I'm on my way, damn!" I bark with one hand gripped around the staring wheel tightly.

"Someone's in a bad mood."  a familiar playful voice chirps.

"What the fuck do you want!" I snap knowing exactly who I was currently speaking to.

"That's no way to speak to your little brother Dreamy pooh." He says leaving no doubt in my mind he was currently smirking on the other end.

"Listen you failed abortion,I'm on my way to work so it's either you tell me what you want or leave me the fuck alone!... and don't call me Dreamy pooh!"

"Gosh! It's just mom and dad,well they- urm they would like for you to attend a small gathering they're having with a few friends and family members...and before you see anything please think about it."

"Asher...if you ever call me to tell me some sort of bullshit like that again, you won't live to see another day." I say through gritted teeth in a voice that could cut glass.

"At least think about it Dream, th-"

I don't even let him finish his sentence before I hang up.

I let out a shaky breath and close my eyes in attempt to calm myself down.

I open my eyes after a few seconds of taking deep breaths and thank God for his goodness as the traffic begins to gradually clear up.

In a matter of minutes I eventually pull up to my building.

"Lord please give me the patience to make it through today." I mumble in a weary tone before stepping into my clothing boutique Sweet Dreams.

About 3 years ago,I opened this boutique.It all started off as me sowing clothes for fun and now...

I'm the CEO of a black owned self made business.

It's not some huge company but it means a lot to me.

Originally I began this whole business just to start off on a fresh page...and effectively get my mind off of things and by things I mean my shit ass parents who couldn't give less of a fuck about me.

The only real family I've ever really had is my brother and even he can be a pain in the ass at times.

I shake off all those thoughts as I walk towards my raging costumer.

"What seems to be the problem this time? "I ask, channeling my inner boss as I stuff my hands into my trouser pockets.

"Oh thank God you're here!" Milan says rolling her eyes, exhausted.

"I've been waiting to receive my order from this damn store for 3 days!" Mrs Allistone yells, stomping towards me.

"Mrs Allistone..." I say looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I vividly recall you not placing a delivery request, we do not do deliveries unless you request for one." I say perplexed while furrowing my eyebrows, looking down the raging middle aged woman.

It's basic common sense.

"Oh."  She says whispers, casting her gaze downwards.

I ain't got time for this.

"I'm sorry...could I make an order now?"

"Of course." I say sweetly, watching as her face turns into this light shade of pink.

I internally roll my eyes.

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"What a day!" I exhale while throwing my handbag into the backseat haphazardly.

I gently massage my temples, for a few seconds before checking my phone for any new messages.

My heart race increases expeditiously at the message.I reading it over and over again to make sure I was not hallucinating.

New message from Asher.
mom and dad are back in New York.

Authors note

**the outfit (not Dream)

What do think about Dreammmm?

-dee💕