Mariah's POV:
As I looked in my full length mirror I reflected back on my life. Here I am 25 years old married to a 53 year old white man. This is where I seen my life five years ago. Don't get me wrong I live a very wealthy life , my husband is a Doctor for heaven sakes . We live in a million dollar home with Gucci Flatware, you do the math.
"Good morning dear" , said my husband John. He placed his semi- wrinkled hands on my hips and softly kissed my caramel skin.
"Good morning John, when is the driver coming I have shopping to do" , I asked.
"He should be here any minute now, look I have to go enjoy your day sweetheart, see you for dinner tonight."
I was relieved once he left. Nowadays I couldn't stand the sight of him. He's always wanting to have sex.
When we first met I was a modeling in London . I was young and he swept me off my Versace heels.
Putting the finishing touches on my makeup I proceeded downstairs to wait for my new chauffeur. Its his first day and he's already late, I would fire him as soon as he arrives but then I would have no way of getting around. As if right on cue in walks a tall chocolate man who resemble Idris Elba. My God my God , he is a work of art.
"Good morning Madame , my name is Dallan and it is my pleasure to drive you."
" That introduction was cute but your already late , lets go", I replied.
His accent was thick and sexy. No doubt he was one of the finest man alive but I am still married.
The December New York weather hit my face as I pulled my off white Brunello Cucinelli Mink coat closer. He opened my door andsettled himself in the drivers seat.
"Where to Madame?"
"Saks",I answered.
"Saks Fifth Avenue?", he asked.
I looked out the window ignoring his stupid question. I figured he got the hint because he began driving.
Forty-five minutes later we arrived . I opened my own door not wanting to waste any time.
"Madame I would've opened the door for you."
"Uh, no thanks I would like to go shopping today not tomorrow."
"Madame do you mind if I go around the corner to grab a bite to eat?", he asked.
"I don't care where you go as long as your out of my sight, be gone!"
I saw out the corner of my eye him roll his eyes. This is not gonna work.
"Dallan , let me go ahead a make something clear to you. You could've been fired this morning but I had a change of heart. Don't make me regret my decision because you are replaceable", I said calmly.
"Yes Madame, I understand."
"Oh and the next time you roll your eyes I'll call immigration and have sent back to the slums of Jamaica faster than you can say Bumboclot."
I mentally laughed. I could tell he was upset that I called him out on not having a green card. If I cared I would've had sympathy but since I don't, I guess I don't care.
Taking my mind off the help I stepped in Saks prepared to do what I do best.
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