Wine is a complicated thing, strong bitter sweet, a mild numbing agent. Once was a time when the good Christian himself shared the rich liquid amongst his followers, British monarch toasted to mighty leadership. The Lady Diana's of the modern household now often mask their shame in the acid poison.
Melania let these idle thoughts pass through her intelligent mind as she poured herself a third glass of Cvicek, an elegant yet light Red from her home town Dolenjska. The percentage wasn't enough to calm her ever creeping nerves, but she was gifted the ability of placing her good-wife mask firmly into place.
A beautiful chime chorus, signal of the midnight hour. Melania tucked a loose strand of glossy brunette behind her ear, a habit she picked up from her many years of studying. For is was difficult to have beautifully placed hair while nose deep in books. She nervously tapped her heel while glancing towards the lobby, her husband would be home soon.
Melania was a strong women who had met her fair share of inebriated ass-hats. From her many years as a model she knew the industry, and the attraction of rich business men, seeking a pretty trinket to confirm their wealth and power amongst other like minded ass-hats.
A tipsy giggle escaped Melanias glossed lips, she had overheard a security person using the goofy british insult whilst visiting her husband's land in Scotland. The sound was alien yet hilarious on her tongue. Ass-hat ass-hat ass-hat. hehe.
The good wife thought back to her time on the beautiful Scottish land. The surroundings were very green, the mood was dull grey and her husband's temper was black as night. The tension was ever high with the daunting election, her husband being a controversial favourite for president of the United States. The few moments she spent with her husband in the glorious country pulled at the seams of her self control. A man with no sentiment or respect for her clever soul unless a camera was facing them.
She spent the nights alone while the chauvinistic ass-hat networked with old friends. 'Old perverts' she thought bitterly, as she knew he was neck deep in whisky and fresh, firmer models. Melania didn't mind though, if her husband was busy with these naive girls then his small, repulsive hands would be well away from her own precious body.
Just as Melania was becoming lost in harsh thoughts she heard the entrance door crash open, and a the blundering blonde ass-hat himself strolled into the lobby. He held his shoulders high and his belly out, important as always. The ass-hat peered around the room, focus falling short with the whisky coursing through his veins.
"Mue.. Me.. Melaaanya" he boomed
Ass-hat. Ass-hat. Ass-hat..
"Darling.." She spoke hesitantly, a well practiced smile spread across her face.
The man looked her up and down with disappointment. Melania understood, she was all but a well groomed room mate for this man, a servant for dishing compliments and channelling his anger. If she was just a room mate for this man then she wouldn't have to deal with his grimy hands crawling over her when he decided she owed him personal pleasure.
"Yur still awake? Right.. Ok.. I have been speakin about yew. Yew looked damn right depressed when we exited the aircraft. That's not enough. Yew are the future first lady of the United States, when yew are seen, yew are representing my brand. I am a successful business man, yew need to be happy. Yew have everything every American women dreams of. Yew need to appreciate this." The husband trailed of in a daze, then as sudden as his tirade, he spun and stomped away toward his office.
Absolute, class one, Ass-hat.
Melania watched him leave through stiletto eyelashes with her head bowed. His power still swarmed the room, keeping her rooted to the spot. Her heart pounded but relief spread down her delicate shoulders.
That was all. For tonight, that was all.
