My Husband’s Boss

Staring at myself through the mirror as I wore a V neck black stunning dress , fitting my plump body like a glove passing my knees by a few inches, pairing it with a pair of black strapped heels. Growing up I've always struggled with my weight, as an adult it still bothers me. I stood tall at 5'7 ft, weighing 200Ibs, my C cups Looking I must say amazing in the dress. Decidingto go with a diva redcolored lipstick, it stood out and looked beautiful on my plump lips, blending well with my chocolate brown complexion.

My curly black hair freely coming right down my back. Admiring myself, my Dear husband walks in, agitated as always,

"Staring in the mirror for 20minutes won't make your fat ass look any thinner " he snarls.

Grabbing my clutch I storm over to him,

"well maybe I wouldn't be this big if I wasn't taking care of a grown ass man and had a job instead" I spit.

"I think you bloody hell forget who you talking to, especially when I picked you off the streets and could have just made you one of my whores that work at the brothel, but no, unfortunately I couldn't because you are a pig and now I'm stuck with an unappreciative pig who has the title "WIFE", who now thinks she can speak to me like that in my own bloody house!"

"Go to He-"

" I dare you to finish that sentence " he cuts me off, now towering over me, his eyes daring me to saying something.

Turning my back I make my way to the door, rushing out , going down the stairs and out the house, finding our usual driver waiting by the door,

"evening Mrs Howard you look magnificent tonight" he compliments, "

Evening Simon I've asked you many times to call me by name, I appreciate the compliment". I force a smile before he opens the door for me, sliding in the black limo, feeling a tear slide down my cheek, I quickly open my clutch bag, grabbing a mirror and a piece of tissue. Making sure not to ruin my makeup, I lightly dab my face, the door opens,my husband slides in, I keep my glance fixed on the mirror, now fixing my mascara,

"Don't embarrass me tonight!" He growls.

Mentally I count to 10 to help calm myself down. Putting my stuffaway, the drove off. Staring out the window silence and tension filled the space.

Finally reaching the destination, Simon opened the door for me, getting out , I stood up straight, Miles and I link our arms together, portraying ourselves as the loving power couple . Walking in the place looked amazing, beautiful lighting, there was media, the women looked fantastic in theirexpensive designer gowns. Walking further into the place , it looked even better, gold draping and large chandeliers hanging, tables with black table cloths around them, people looked to be enjoying themselves.

Walking towards us is my husband's former boss, Mr Goldberg along with his wife Mrs Goldberg. The couple is in the their late 60s and looked to be very much in love.

"Lizzy how nice to see, you look beautiful". Mr Goldberg compliments as he reaches out for a hug,

" Oh thank you so much I could say the same about the both of you, Mrs Goldberg you look amazing as always" I say pulling her into a hug.

"Oh thank you dear" she smiles sweetly, " I can't believe you really leaving us, it saddens me" Miles says sweetly, trying my hardest to refrain myself from rolling my eyes.

He's lying, when he first heard that Mr Goldberg is retiring from Wilson enterprises it was like music to his ears because he knew he would be next in line.

Gosh why did I have to marry such greed driven man. My thought are interrupted by an extremely tall man coming into view, my heart rate increases at the sight of him, he looks like a Greek God. Sleek black hair, neatly combed back, his hazel brow eyes piercing, hasto be at least 6'2 but clearly taller than most of the people in the room, his chest hard, his biceps apparent on his suit jacket.

He looked breathtaking in his royal blue Armani tuxedo , "Oh Mr Wilson!" Mr Goldbergs beams, shaking his hand, "it's great seeing you".

" oh please it's Marco, I know I'm old but my late father is Mr Wilson" he smiles, his voice deep laced with a thick accent.

He looked even better up close, I couldn't really make out the accent, but it definitely sent chills down my spine , turning to face me, his eyes make contact with mine, it felt like they were just staring right into my soul,

"Hi I'm Marco, Marco Wilson" he offers his hand, maintaining eye contact, it dawns on me that I'm practically gawking at another man right in front my husband, gathering up the courage , placing my hand in his large warm one,

"Lizelle Howard" I smile,

"I'm Miles" my husband quickly interjects, clearly trying to get the man's attention,

"I'm your COO" he smiles, shaking his hand,

"pleasure to meet you" his voice sends chills down my neck, forming a knot in my stomach. Clearing his throat Mr Goldberg,

"oh we better get seated, the event is about to start", leading us to the table we all took our seats and to my surprise I am sitting across Mr Greek God.