The Kennedy's Charade

Being married to someone you didn't love sounded like a nightmare, and for the majority of the time, it had been for Zara Kennedy. It was only when she realised her "husband" and his assistant Aubrey had palpable tension that she started to find bliss in the loveless marriage.
They make a pact; one they hope will end with Aubrey in their bed.

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He takes a seat at the third table setting. "It's handled he mutters lowly to James with a nod."

They both stare at me. Two pairs of eyes looking at me drink water, surely there was something better going on.

"To what do I owe this honour?"

"Is it about Father?" I add putting the cup down.

"No, Mrs Kennedy, you requested our presence tonight at the club." He notes, putting a spoon of seasoned roasted spaghetti squash on my plate.

My eyebrows raise on their own, looking at Aubrey questioningly then James. With no further answers from either of them, I eat.

The same way Aubrey put squash on my plate, James did the same for him.

God, how did I not notice?

There was a gentleness to his movements that wasn't always there.

At dessert, I watch them better than before. I don't eat it because I had my sugar in my shake earlier.

"Are you cheating on me with Aubrey, dear husband of mine?" I ask, giving them both a stare down.

Aubrey chokes, making James pat him on the back. He hands him a glass of water, then helps him drink.

When he puts the glass down, he stands. "I should leave you." He mutters, patting his chest.

"Sit." I point eyeing the man. Slowly, he sinks back into his chair.