A Husband For A Husband: Exposing The Trophy Wife

LORA'S POV My phone buzzes in the dark, and I groggily reach for it, three minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off. Another one of those stupid motivational quotes I accidentally subscribed too just woke me up. "When love is a battlefield, sometimes the heart’s greatest enemy is the one closest to you.” I groan, toss the phone back and pull the covers over my head. Three minutes of extra sleep. But those three minutes turns into thirty. I throw on the first thing I can find and grab my work purse. Considering I'm not in the list of my employer's most liked employees, I should avoid being late incase she's in a bad mood to fire someone. I’m just a junior kitchen staff at the weston mansion, working under Nicole Wenstone’s private chef, Roberts. He’s one of the best chefs in the city, but of course, billionaire Weston can afford to have him cook just for his wife. Being a staff in a billionaire mansion is of course not my dream job, I’ve always wanted to be a designer. I know my designs are good, like the one I’m wearing now, but I’m far from my goal. I keep sending in my sketches to brands, but there has been no luck so far. I’ll keep trying, but for now, I have to stick with this job. Besides, my loving husband Colen got the job for me. He’s Mr. Weston’s trophy wife private chauffeur. Three years after he started, he said he could get me a job at the mansion. I still don’t know how he managed it because I never understood how he got his driver’s job in the first place. He’s not the best of drivers, he crashed my secondhand car just two weeks after I bought it. I let it slide because he got me this job, even if it doesn’t pay that well. As I rush downstairs, I hear him, in our small kitchen. Wait, he’s still here? That’s very unusual. He’s always gone by the time I wake up, reason being he's trying to impress his boss by being always on time. I step into the kitchen and see him eating the leftover dinner I made last night. I’m hoping he’ll give me a ride to work. His car, the one he drives for Mrs. Weston, stays in our tiny garage every night, and he'll be heading same place as me. We haven’t been on great terms lately, and he’s been acting weird, but it’s just a ride. We don’t even have to talk on our way. I clear my throat and try to sound casual. "Can you give me a ride to work today? Just this once. We're going the same way, and I’m already late." He stops chewing, frowns, and picks up the car keys from the table. His voice is hoarse when he answers, "No, I can't. Ms. Weston would be really mad and disgusted if she found out some staff even got near her car." I blink, stunned at his harsh words. “Disgusted if some staff got near her car?” I know Nicole sees us staff as nothing more than trash, and yeah, she’d be pretty mad if she found out, but it’s not like she’ll ever know. It's not like I'll leave imprints that say I was in her fancy car. It’s just a ride, nothing more. I watch him stand up and head for the door. Swallowing my pride, I follow him outside. I know we haven't been very nice towards each other lately but we don't have to be rude to each other. I know every couple goes through things every once in a while. “Can you at least pick up some groceries on your way back tonight? We’re out of so many things, and I have no way to carry them.” He pauses at the door, and turns with an annoyed look. “Look, I can't have my mistress precious car smelling like cheap vegetables. I won't lose my job over this. I'm sure you can find a taxi on your way back." He then slams the door and I soon I see him speed off. Wow, just wow. I manage to find a taxi and arrive at the wenston mansion twenty minutes later. I immediately head straight to the kitchen where Mr. Roberts, the chef, waits with one of the new junior kitchen staff, Jason. Jason’s a good-looking young guy, tall, well kept and has a flirtorous smile. You'd hardly realize he's a college kid because of his build. He's only been here for three weeks. "Okay, you two are on serving duty today. There are two at the table. Mrs. Weston’s good friend Ms. Catherine is around,” Mr. Roberts says as I wrangle an apron over my dress. "Now, remember, you set this in front of Mrs. Weston.” He slides a tray of herbal tea and enough vegetarian food to make a rabbit weep in gratitude in front of me, and another tray with bacon and fried eggs in front of Jason. As the trophy wife of one of the richest and most powerful men, Nicole Weston is obsessed with staying youthful, beautiful, and flawless. Mr. Roberts’ job is to invent new diets for her. "At least I’ll get edible leftovers,” Jason winks at me, heading for the dining room. I smile back, hoist my tray, and follow, already planning to fight him for those leftovers later. The large beautiful dining room is not new to me. I've served breakfast here for the last seven months. Jason takes his place behind a beautiful Catherine, who sits with her back to the entrance. And I walk around to stand behind Mrs. Weston, who sits at the head of the table. I look to Jason and we set the trays down at the exact same time. I step back to stand behind her. Catherine's eyes turn to gaze up at Jason and seems to smile before directing them back down at Mrs. Weston. "You're new servant is hot. You haven't found out what other cute stuff he got underneath that uniform already, have you?" Cathrine's voice carries a hint of excitement as her eyes shamelessly ogle Jason who blushes so hard, his face turns bright red. Mrs. Weston's red-painted lips curve into a mischievous smile as she glares at Jason. "I’ve done more than just find out...he’s far more talented than he looks. I had a lot of fun discovering every inch of him.” Oh, fantastic. She’s already got to him too. I try my best to keep my face neutral. This isn't the strangest thing I have heard or seen from these two. Both have always been interested in screwing their handsome male staff, expecially Mrs. Weston. More than once, I have accidentally caught and overheard her having intimate moment with one of the male employees, which is awful because unlike her friend Catherine, she is married. I often wonder how her wealthy husband, the man who provides this lavish and glamorous life for her would react if he ever found out about his beautiful wife’s secret affairs while he is away. Good thing I know how to mind my business and I am also not a snitch. What happens outside my work shouldn't be my concern. Cynthia’s gasp a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Maybe we should… share him… together.” Honestly that's the grossest thing I have heard. Her eyes flick to Jason to gauge his interest. I am half expecting him to decline her intimate offer but his eyes meet Ms. Catherine's without hesitation and a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. He's definitely engaging their advances. Catherine turns to look at Mrs. Weston with ' what do you think' smile. "You can have him, I already had my fill." Mrs. Weston declines causing Cynthia to frown. "This is not about Weston, is it?" "There are rumors in the papers that he is back in the city.” Mrs. Weston tells. I have never met her husband in person, at least not yet. But that might be because I’ve only worked here only seven months, and I had heard he spends long stretches abroad for business, sometimes even years without coming back. I wonder why he never take his wife with him. Maybe she’d feel less lonely and wouldn’t cheat. A brief moment of silence passes before Catherine snorts loudly. "You’re afraid of getting caught by your husband who’s hardly ever here. This is the third time this year the papers say he’s back. They’re just trying to sell stories. Besides, if he was really coming back, wouldn’t he call you first?" she questions in a derisive tone. "Wess never calls. He comes back like a ghost. Can you imagine what would happen if he found out?” Nicole argues. “Still,” Catherine shrugs, “that doesn’t guarantee you’d get caught. It’s not like you’d have to hide a dead body. Anyway suit yourself,” she says with a shrug. Then, reaching into her designer handbag, she pulls out a napkin and scribbles something on it. She turns and with a seductive smile she reaches out and presses the napkin into Jason's trousers pocket, her fingers teasingly tracing down his muscular thigh. "Call me sometime today, handsome,” she says before turning back to her meal. The smile that that appears on Jason's face is huge.