What do you get the man who has everything?
I'm seriously asking. Because I have no idea, and it's driving me nuts.
When you agree to marry your billionaire boss so he can stay in the country, these are
not the kinds of thoughts that cross your mind. "Am I going to end up in federal prison?" is
way higher up on the list. In all fairness to me, I never suspected I'd actually fall for the guy. I
mean, he's arrogant, standoffish, maddeningly successful, irritatingly handsome, and wildly
skilled in bed -
Okay, maybe I should have seen it coming.
But the point is, I didn't. The point is, now it was our first "real" Valentine's Day and I
had no idea what I was going to do.
Gift giving was never really my strong suit. I'm much more apt to settle for a tie or a gift card, or something else relatively meaningless, but nice enough to pass for "thoughtful." I
can spend all year thinking about the perfect gift for someone I've known my whole life, and
I'll still end up buying them a coffee table book.
So what do you get your billionaire husband, who has everything? The man who
sleeps beside you in bed, but you barely know?
I couldn't get him a tie. That was ridiculous. And I'd always secretly rolled my eyes at
those women who went out and bought themselves lingerie as a "gift." It was just so obvious.
So twee. Of course he'd appreciate it, but that wasn't the point.
It wasn't good enough. Nothing was good enough.
Why can't I just be normal, and go to the Victoria's Secret like everyone else?
Because we weren't normal. And we never would be. I might as well get used to that.
My first plan of attack was his assistant, Alice.
This was risky. Alice had never liked me, and I wasn't sure if it was jealousy, mistrust,
or something more sinister. It was also quite likely that she didn't know him any better than I
did. But I felt, somehow, that being privy to all the mundane details of his day-to-day life
would give her an insight that I'd never had. It was worth a shot, anyway.
I came by the office when I knew Daniel was in a meeting. Alice was glued to the
phone when I walked up to her desk, and she gave me the "wait" finger with a look that used
to make me wilt. But now, I was Daniel's wife. I had every right to be here.
"He's in a meeting," she said, coolly, as soon as she hung up. "Until lunch, at least."
"I know," I said. "I'm actually here to talk to you."
Alice blinked.
"Well," she said. "Here I am."
I'm seriously asking. Because I have no idea, and it's driving me nuts.
When you agree to marry your billionaire boss so he can stay in the country, these are
not the kinds of thoughts that cross your mind. "Am I going to end up in federal prison?" is
way higher up on the list. In all fairness to me, I never suspected I'd actually fall for the guy. I
mean, he's arrogant, standoffish, maddeningly successful, irritatingly handsome, and wildly
skilled in bed -
Okay, maybe I should have seen it coming.
But the point is, I didn't. The point is, now it was our first "real" Valentine's Day and I
had no idea what I was going to do.
Gift giving was never really my strong suit. I'm much more apt to settle for a tie or a gift card, or something else relatively meaningless, but nice enough to pass for "thoughtful." I
can spend all year thinking about the perfect gift for someone I've known my whole life, and
I'll still end up buying them a coffee table book.
So what do you get your billionaire husband, who has everything? The man who
sleeps beside you in bed, but you barely know?
I couldn't get him a tie. That was ridiculous. And I'd always secretly rolled my eyes at
those women who went out and bought themselves lingerie as a "gift." It was just so obvious.
So twee. Of course he'd appreciate it, but that wasn't the point.
It wasn't good enough. Nothing was good enough.
Why can't I just be normal, and go to the Victoria's Secret like everyone else?
Because we weren't normal. And we never would be. I might as well get used to that.
My first plan of attack was his assistant, Alice.
This was risky. Alice had never liked me, and I wasn't sure if it was jealousy, mistrust,
or something more sinister. It was also quite likely that she didn't know him any better than I
did. But I felt, somehow, that being privy to all the mundane details of his day-to-day life
would give her an insight that I'd never had. It was worth a shot, anyway.
I came by the office when I knew Daniel was in a meeting. Alice was glued to the
phone when I walked up to her desk, and she gave me the "wait" finger with a look that used
to make me wilt. But now, I was Daniel's wife. I had every right to be here.
"He's in a meeting," she said, coolly, as soon as she hung up. "Until lunch, at least."
"I know," I said. "I'm actually here to talk to you."
Alice blinked.
"Well," she said. "Here I am."