The Billionaires Revenge

Sensible Clothes for the Sensible Kim

Fletcher was gone when I woke up this morning, he left a letter for me saying that Hindash would be over at 10 am with a stylist. I showered and wore one of his white button down shirt with my vintage Levi’s shorts. I walked around the kitchen barefoot trying to figure out what to eat. I searched around the fridge but found nothing but a can of redbull and protein shake, Berta was Fletcher’s house keeper yesterday I told her to buy some vegies for dinner last night but I forgot about breakfast. I found a stash of protein bars at the bottom drawer and got myself a cup of coffee. I settled in next to the window to drink my coffee, one of the good things about living in a penthouse is the view – you see, New York is beautiful when seen from the 60th floor of a million dollar unit. I sipped my coffee leisurely enjoying the view when Hindash came in with an eccentric blonde woman wearing a colourful dress, a few people came in with a few racks of clothes and a ton of boxes probably for shoes.

“Good Morning Mrs. Kosch, this is Linda Frey.” Hindash gestured to woman.

“Good Morning Mrs. Kosch, it’s so nice to meet you” Linda offered her hand, I smiled and shook her hands.

“She’ll be your personal stylist. Mr. Kosch sent this to you.” He handed me a ring box attached to it was an envelope that says ‘open me’.

Dear Mrs. Kosch,

I hope you wear this ring for better or for worst, in sickness and health and till death do us part.

Yours,

Fletcher Kosch

I smiled as I read the letter.

‘Always the romantic’ I thought to myself.

I opened the ring box and saw a dainty white gold engagement ring, the band was wrapped with tiny diamonds that adorned a single teardrop blue diamond. I took it out and wore it together with my wedding band. I admired the ring and saw how Hindash was discreetly taking a photo of me.

“Tell Fletch that I love it.” That made him jump.

“I already sent him the picture Mrs. Kosch.” I smiled at him, he went to the kitchen counter and set up his work station. Fletcher probably told him to baby sit me.

“There’s a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen Hindash.” I told him. He smiled and nodded at me. What a beautiful shy man. I smiled amused at him.

“That’s a pretty small ring considering how rich Mr. Kosch is.” Linda said as she was looking at the ring on my hand, her mouth scrunched up disappointed at the small stone

 “it’s a custom 1 carrat blue diamond verragio, it might be dainty but it cost more than this house” I told her off, I didn’t like how she passively insulted the ring.

Her face fell, I walked around looking through the pile of clothes as she collected herself and plastered a smile on her face, I hid a small smile as I picked up a white maxi dress from Jacquemus, it was backless and has a slit to show a little leg. The only thing that I missed after running away was the ability to afford designer pieces. I had expensive taste on clothes, so when I had no choice but to buy clothes from Salvation Army it felt like I was being tortured.

“I don’t think that will suit you Mrs. Kosch, let me direct you to the Carolina Herrera and H&M.” I raised a brow at her, I hate to be a b***h but H&M? Really? I shook my head not in the mood to argue with her, what was Fletch thinking when he hired this girl. I never had a problem with my fittings back then, why was she taunting me. Then it dawned on me, she taught I was a gold digging w***e that Fletcher picked up from Maldives.

I looked at Hindash with an amused smile, he looked at me with a confused look. Boys, they have no idea how vicious women can be on plain sight.

“I want the new collection for jacquemus, channel, dior –“ I saw that she has a rack of mosimo and I rolled my eyes.

“Will you please roll out that mosimo rack and burn it, it’s irritating my eyes.” Linda’s eye bulged out and caught with me as I walked through the racks, I tossed the clothes that I like in her arms. Her team rushed off and took out the mosimo rack.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Kosch I thought you like sensible clothing.” She said through gritted teeth.

“Ms. Frey I respect your poor taste on clothing, but don’t let that negatively impact my image.” I lazily told her as I put a few clothes on her arms, not caring that I insulted her in front of her staff.

Her face went bright red, her mouth on a thin line. She’s fuming at this point.

“Mrs. Kosch, I’m a professional stylist, I dressed all of the richest Manhattan socialite in the upper east side. They never questioned my credibility.” she passed the pile of clothes to her staff as she stepped in front of me. I tilted my head to the side.

“I’m not questioning your credibility, just your taste in fashion.” I walk to the next rack and piled a few clothes to her staff that followed me.

She walked away and stepped out of the penthouse.

“Is she always a b***h?” I asked her staff, he was dressed in all black. He was handsome, good enough to pass as a model for fashion week. His black hair contrasted his tan skin, showing off his eastern roots.

“99 % of the time” he whispered to me, I laughed at him.

“Do you want to be my stylist?” I asked him. he was surprised at my proposal to him, but he quickly recovered.

“Uh, Yeah. I would love to.” He said to me.

“Hindash will be in contact with you.” I pointed to Hindash and he nodded at me.

“I’m Josh Patterson, Mrs. Kosch.” I shook his hand.

Linda Frey didn’t came back after her outburst, which was disappointing. The appointment took 5 hours to finish but it was a success, I had enough clothes to last me a year, but let’s be honest this is just enough for two seasons by the time fashion week comes up I have to get a new stock of clothes, that is if I was still married to Fletcher. Luckily, Berta came by to stock up the pantry.

“Mrs. Kosch, I got everything in the grocery list.” Berta said as she was putting away the groceries. I helped her organized the pantry.

“Just call me Kim, Bertie” I told her. Fletch and I agreed to stick with my alias as long as possible.

“Okay, Kim.” She smiled at me, Bertie reminds of Nana, the way her eyes wrinkled when she smile. I miss Nana and her homemade pies. I walked Bertie to the elevator and said my goodbyes to her and went to prepare for dinner.

I was cooking dinner when Fletcher came home, I put the steak on the cast iron pan and checked my mushroom ravioli.

“What you cooking, good looking.” He peered behind me as flipped his steak.

“You’re in a good mood.” I said to him as I let him see what I cooking.

“et voila, a steak for my carnivore husband.”  I gestured my hands as if I was presenting an award to him.

“Thank God, I thought I had to warn you that I’m not really a fan you vegan lifestyle.” He sarcastically said to me.

“I’m not going to let you eat leaves for the rest of your life.” I plated his steak with a side of kale salad, while I plated my Ravioli with the same salad.

I brought our food to the counter, while he opened a bottle of red wine.

“I heard you had an argument with Linda.” He looked at me with an amused expression.

“Disagreement.” I corrected him.

“She walked out of the penthouse.” He playfully said, he put a piece of steak in his mouth while I innocently looked at him.

“She was being dramatic, she couldn’t handle a little constructive criticism.” I sipped on my wine, while trying to chuckle.

“Play nice.” he tried to hide a smile, but I knew he was amused.

“I was nice to her. She on the other hand, insulted the ring you gave me.” I lifted my left hand to him to see that I was wearing the ring he gave me.

“How rude.” He played along with me.

“Hateful.” I retorted.

“I see you’ve got a new wardrobe. No more wearing of my clothes?” he thumbed the silk material of my slip dress, then letting his hand wander to the side of my waist.

“I still could wear one of your shirts if you want me to.” I sipped my wine, waiting for his reaction. He looked at me with perverted eye, making the hair on arms stood up.

“I won’t argue with that.” he squeezed my side, while I laughed.

“Perv.” I shoved a ravioli to my mouth while he shook his head.

Fletcher offered to clean up in the kitchen while I got ready for bed. I was puttin on a silk night gown when Fletcher decided to open the door on the walk in closet.

“Don’t you ever knock.” I laughed at how incredulous and embarrassing this situation is, I tugged down on my night gown.

“I’m sorry I thought you were in the bathroom.” He said, but his face amused at the situation.

“Well, clearly I’m not.” I walk out of the closet and went to our bed.

When fletcher was done showering, he dove straight into the bed tackling me in the process. He tried tickling me but I wouldn’t budge, then he started kissing my neck making me involuntarily moan. He was ruthless, his hands moving slowly to my waist to my thigh making me shiver. His mouth moving slowly trailing kisses from my neck to my collar bone.

“Alex?” he muttered through my neck.

“Hmmm?”

“You ready for tomorrow?” he stopped to look at me and I groaned, he just chuckled loving how his making me feel frustrated.

“I’m packed and groomed, ready to be fed to the wolves.” I said nonchalant. Tomorrow’s the annual Ralph’s Sunday brunch, this year their making it a 2 day party at the Hamptons since it was summer time and also Nick Halden, former Senior VP of Walt Corp. is hosting the brunch party and he couldn’t wait to brag about his vacation home at the Hamptons. I grimaced at the thought of Nick.

“We’ll be leaving at 6 tomorrow. Don’t forget to bring that bright attitude of yours.” He kissed my nose.

“I’ll pack extra in case I forget it.” I playfully said to him.

“You okay being Kim tomorrow?” his cute for worrying about me, but Kim’s not going to fit in at the Hamptons.

“Kim’s going have to keep up with the ladies at the Hampton.” I scrunched up my face, not really liking that I have to tolerate everyone’s passive aggressive insults at me tomorrow.

I have to be Kim Soo, a kind and smart amnesiac girl that Fletcher fell in love with at Maldives. She doesn’t know what happened to her or who she was, but she taken in by a Korean family in Maldives and treated them as their own.

“Mrs. Kim Kosch, that’s got a good ring to it.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Go to sleep, Fletch.” I lay down flat on my back and closed my eyes, but I felt Fletcher wrapped his legs around me and laid his head on my chest instinctively I put a hand on his head.

“Good Night babe.” He muttered.