Chapter 5

He watched some climb the stairs and go to Mrs. King’s bedroom suite. He followed them up and heard her tell the maids to enter. They obeyed.  Seconds later, They came out of the room and exited the suite. Until finally the last one shut the bedroom doors and then more maids with flowers entered and began filling her suite up with more flower arrangements. Mr. King was proving to be over the top. All Nick could think of was what Pete had said to him when he had asked him if there was something he was missing. He could see now with the position he had just been hired for. He wouldn’t miss a thing, especially when it involved his employer’s wife... 

Waking up from her nap Elayna noticed her suite was filled with flowers. They sat on every surface welcoming her. The aroma sweetening the air. She use to think that this gesture made by her husband was romantic, but now she found it redundant and mechanical. He did this to make himself feel better.

It wasn’t for her. She went along with it because it was easier to let him have his way and stroke his ego than to fight him on it. He always won. No matter what. Her head still throbbed from when he had dragged her by it mere hours ago.

She checked her cell phone and noticed he had left her a text message:

“-The car will be there at seven to pick you up for dinner at the club. I will meet you there.”

She didn’t reply. She only looked at the cold text message he had left her. 

There was no apology. No regard for her feelings. He just bypassed them and expected her to snap back into ‘happy wife’ mode. She always did. She would never humiliate him or make him feel less than a powerful man publicly. 

There was a knock on her door. 

She knew it was her maid, Laura. 

“Evening, Mrs. King. I have your attire for this evening.” Laura said, smiling at her.

“Please, come in Laura.” She got out of her massive bed then. Now, She wore a satin cream chemise with a matching robe that hung open. She stood beside the foot of her massive King sized bed, and spoke then. “You can place it here.” She said, motioning to the foot of her bed.

Laura smiled, nodded and placed the garment bag gently atop the silk comforter. She then set to the task of making the bed.

Elayna unzipped the garment bag not knowing what to expect. Her husband always seemed to surprise her with his fashion choices for her, which were mainly skin tight cocktail dresses with very pointy high heels. She saw that it was a cream high waisted cocktail dress made from chiffon. She took it completely out of the bag and laid it flat on the bed. She didn’t wonder where he was taking her tonight.

She knew. Their country club. When they were newly weds she had enjoyed his surprises on their dates, now they seemed ridiculous, and sometimes gauche. She wondered if she would ever get accustomed to him and his luxe lifestyle. She slipped out of her robe and chemise and changed into the dress.

She looked down and saw that it fit better than she had expected. It was fingertip length. She had to admit she enjoyed the cream color of the chiffon top. She decided to appraise herself in the mirror and when she did she was shocked. The dress was beautifully made. The chiffon on her bust was sheer and she could see the outline of her perfect breasts.

She could also see her perfect nipples. She wanted to scream. She looked like a whore. Like a nouveau riche harlot. This was his way of humiliating her for the incident that occured.

He was also letting her know she was owned. She quickly put her makeup up on, and found her matching cream designer six inch heels along with a gold jacket she wore over her shoulders.

“Mrs. King you look lovely.” Laura complimented her.

She smiled at her kindness. “Thank you, Laura.”

“Have a good night, ma’am.” She said as she opened the doors into her suite...