Dinah Jane Imagines

Desperate Desires (Part One)

Prompt: Dinah Jane Hansen is Wall Street rich, Victoria Secret model beautiful, and Red Cross generous. She's the perfect candidate for wife of the year right? Wrong. Her marriage is the only thing flawed in her seemingly perfect life, but a new secretary: Y/N Y/L/N is about to come along and change not only Dinah's life, but her own as well.

After a long day of work signing deals, authorizing investments, and dealing with the stress of being the CEO of one of the most affluent companies in the nation, a little peace of mind and R&R would've sufficed once she stepped through the brownstone mansion she and her family resided in.

“It's about time!" Her wife Stacey exclaimed in annoyance. Dinah rolled her brown eyes just as her wife had when she stepped through the door and took her three year old daughter from her wife.

“Yeah, let our daughter know she's much wanted by you," Dinah sighed as she placed her bag near the coat rack and kissed her daughter. “Did you have a good day? You seem moodier than normal?"

“I got your moodier," Stacey glared at her wife as she poured her fifth glass of red wine. “Why are you late?" She snipped.

“Oh I get it," Dinah weighed the half full (or empty) bottle of wine in her hand and shook her head. “You've just had one too many glasses of wine tonight. And I'm late because we're putting in extra time at the office to close the Kimono deal. Can I get a kiss? I'm sorry I'm late."

“Go kiss a fish," Stacey pushed her wife away and reached for the bottle she'd been nursing. “And I haven't had too many of these. I'm still putting up with you aren't I?"

Dinah ignored her wife's sarcasm, not wanting to get into another argument tonight. She could already feel one coming up and was trying her hardest not to lose her cool. “Look honey I'm sorry okay? What more do you want me to say? I don't want to fight with you tonight. Anyways, what are we having for dinner? I'm starved."

“I ate with Chrissy and Jess already. Penelope ate chicken nuggets that she managed to get all over my new cashmere sweater, and you are just going to have to find something. Order takeout, pizza, I really don't care Dinah."

“You don't care? How could you say something like that? And why are you mad at our child over a stupid a sweater?"

“Stupid sweater?! That sweater was an original one of a kind Givenchy! You know what? Since everything is so stupid to you, sleep in the guest room tonight!"

“Beats sleeping with your drunk ass." Dinah retaliated, sick of her wife's constant nagging and complaining. Nothing was ever good enough for her. Dinah worked her ass off to maintain an eight figure salary, a stable environment for the kids, and her marriage - for what? She felt as though she were fighting a lost war at this point. Her marriage to Stacey had long lost its spark, but she still tried for Penelope's sake.

She felt Stacey's icy, glazed glare on her as she rocked her daughter to sleep and plopped down on the couch, exhausted and starved. “Well princess, looks like mommy's eating alone again tonight."

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“Good morning Mrs. Hansen." The desk clerk Mindy greeted her boss as she strolled into the building she owned wearing a Donna Karan black pantsuit and white overcoat. The blonde looked up from her phone, waved her hand in greeting, and stepped into the elevator, unaware of the petite young woman making a beeline for the elevator before it closed.