Being Mrs Strauss

By Hannah James

How far can you go to live the life you want? Can you vow to forsake all others for millions of dollars?
The choice seems easy especially if the contract is short term and the man offering it is not only ridiculously hot but extremely rich. The choice turns into hell when the man is emotionally closed off and you begin falling in love with him. Oh, let's not forget the baby on the way too.
Will Morgan and Hunter work things out? That remains to be seen if she will continue Being Mrs Strauss.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hannah James
• Release date: Jan 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463941751

Hannah James

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Copyright © Hannah James 2019

Chapter 1

O.M.fucking G. I shout when I look at my phone drawing the attention of customers in the diner I work part-time.

What is it? Cara my best friend and work mate tries to peep over my shoulder, trying to see what am losing my mind over.

I flash my phone on her face so that she can see, making her draw back a little.

Shut the fuck up! she shouts after seeing what is on my Instagram feed.

Jaimie Rudd is married to famous football player Kevin Holt? Get the fuck outta here. she shouts in disbelief.

Excuse me, we have children in here, so do you mind toning down your language. an angry customer says to us. I did not see her approach.

Look lady we've just found out disturbing news here okay and in all honesty Cara looks over at her son he looks like he will turn into a piece of shit anyways, so you have no need to worry about our language.

The customer walks away in a huff and we continue. So doesn't she owe you twenty dollars? Cara reminds me in her Jersey accent.

She does, I completely forgot, she must pay me back right? I inquire.

Heck yeah! So here is the plan, we go and collect your twenty bucks from her and in the process try and see what information we can get concerning how she managed to get herself that sort of pay check. that's what I love about Cara, she is quick on her feet and always comes up with a plan.

How do we find her? I ask her.

I hear a voice clearing behind us. Another angry customer? But we toned down our voices.

We turn to find our boss Take off your aprons the both of you, you are fired. he says seriously.

Fired? But, but you can't do that. I cry out.

Just in the last five minutes, seven customers have complained about your language. This is a family diner, you can't use that sort of vocabulary in here.

But Mr Randall..Vincent I need this job. I beg him.

Me too. Cara begs.

He shakes his head Aprons and get out, come tomorrow to pick up your final pay checks. If you really needed this job you would have done it better than you have. he says with finality.

I slowly take off the apron and hand it to him, hoping that he will change his mind but he doesn't As concerning my final pay check, will I be able to also get the advance I asked for yesterday? I throw in.

No. Now get out. he shouts.

We slowly get out after picking up our things, the sun is extra bright today shining down upon my failure. Rent is due in a couple of days. I've only got half saved.

This sucks. Cara says.

I know, we still have the club gig at least. I try and count our blessings.

Mmm hmmm but it's not really serving it's purpose, is it?

What do you mean? I ask her we get lots of tips there, it's actually better paying than the diner. We'll easily make rent for this month.

We got that job to meet rich men remember and not make the rent. Six months later, no rich man for you or me.  We are twenty-five years old and not getting any younger, this is the best time to find the ideal rich guy. she says deflated.

It's because we have been doing this all wrong I tell her we need to gain access to Jaimie she can help us, right? I ask unsure.

Sure, yeah definitely Cara tries to hype up my weak idea. We let that bitch live rent free on our couch for five months, if anything she owes us bigtime.

True. We'll figure out the details later right, now we need to prepare for the job at Nerve, it's the last Friday of the month and tips will be pouring in.  My spirits lifting for the first time since we got fired.

The main part of the club is loud and packed, the area we are working tonight is VVIP so only a few select are allowed in.

I've already made my rent from just the tips, I've been thinking of maybe going into stripping. The money is good.

A career in stripping, Penelope would be proud, I think to myself miserably. It's all my fault after all, a degree in Gender Studies might have been interesting on paper but not so much in the real world. No one wants to hire someone with my qualifications unless it's an NGO or an organisation dealing in that stuff, which aren't many.

I met Cara on campus doing the same Major but unlike me she has a load of student debts to pay off.

I reach a table of two suits with their girlfriends. Am sure these are their girlfriends because unlike the table with the NFL players with lightly dressed women, these ladies are showing sexy in a classy way.

Good evening my name is Morgan I’ll be your waitress today. What can I get for you? I ask cheerfully. They hardly look at me.

Grey suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the top is speaking not to me but his friends and then she got pregnant, not that I mind but she actually quit saying am too demanding. Her doctor says I'll make her lose her baby while her spiritualist claims I am messing up her aura and all that rubbish. I've been stuck with one incompetent human after the other since.

He is still talking when I speak more loudly What can I get for you? And apparently it was a little too loud that they all give me a weird look.

I'll have a brandy on the rocks and she'll have a Cosmo. suit two says.

I'll have a beer. suit one says, he is the one who was bitching about his secretary and he's now looking at his phone. Rude.

I'll have a Cosmo too. Girlfriend to suit one says trying to casually peep at who lé boyfriend is texting. Suave.

I withhold a smirk anything else? I ask writing down their order.

Nothing just keep the drinks flowing. suit one says, eyes still glued to his phone.

I'll exchange my secretary for your yacht. girlfriend to suit two says with her Australian accent,  they don’t seem close though, so maybe just a friend?

Suit one draws in air tempting, is she.. Am drawn away by Cara who is heading to the toilets.

Hey I was overhearing the most riveting conversation. I complain.

She rolls her eyes Please, the only riveting conversation those rich losers have is how big their bank accounts are or their dicks. Jaimie walked in with her husband five minutes ago and she is in that bathroom.

Her words make me pick up my pace and lead the way. When we enter, Jaimie is standing infront of the mirrors with the other girls gushing over her ring, they look like the NFL table crowd.

When she sees us enter she smirks and we stand on the door to make sure no one else comes in.

The other girls begin to leave and they ask her Aren't you coming with us Jay Jay?

Jay jay? I look at Cara and smirk, she hates her name being shortened No I'll find you. She answers and we give them space to pass.

Cara remains on the door while I check all the toilets and find them empty then nod for her to lock it. Jaimie seems unbothered by us, slowly applying her mascara.

Jaimie Holt, it’s good to see you on this side of Manhattan. I say.

She adjusts her fringed form-fitting black dress. Her boobs have increased in size. The boob job she got is perfect.

What do you want losers? she says running her hand through her long blonde hair.

We want her help but how can we ask for it when we literally threw her out of our apartment. Yes we found her riding my broke artist loser ex who lived in a van and I was only dating him because he had a huge dick and knew how to use it, but still he was my boyfriend.

You owe me a hundred bucks. I tell her.

She sighs in relief I thought you wanted me to apologise for fucking Kyle. She says reaching for her purse and pulling out a crisp hundred dollars from a considerable bunch.

It was actually twenty bucks she owed me but she didn't hesitate nor ask. I should have asked for more. That's what my foster mother always used to say, I always lowball myself.

What about my two hundred bucks? Cara asks.

Jaimie looks at her and snorts then shakes her head and gives Cara the two notes.

How the hell did you manage to hoodwinked one of the world's biggest sport stars to marry you? I ask her, perplexed.

Its called showing him the real me she says using her full western accent. Every man wants that girl next door with good values but still sucks dick like a vacuum cleaner and rides like a porn star.

So you charmed him with your fake personality and sex skills? Cara asks genuinely.

No I tapped into country Jaimie and it worked. Something you girls should try and before you ask, no I will not introduce you to any of his friends. I only arrived in New York six months ago if anyone asks you by the way. She says giving us an extra hundred dollars each.

Oh honey you don’t have to worry. I don’t want an athlete, I just wanted a few tips that’s all. I tell her.

I don't mind an athlete. Cara announces.

Well what else can I tell you Morgan, be in the places your type of man is usually found I guess and Cara, no am not doing that. She says

I want a suit, there are plenty found here but I have nothing yet. I tell her.

She looks at me with mock kindness Oh honey, No man you meet in this club will take you seriously, they think you all double as prostitutes. Now excuse me, my husband awaits. Please don't ever talk to me again until you marry rich or win a jackpot. Until then we don’t know each other. she picks up her purse and walks to the door

Oh and by the way, you know that saying money follows money? It applies to poverty too. Try separating your broke selves from each other you'll see how far you'll go. then she sashes out.

I hate how that bitch makes me want to hate and love her at the same time. Cara says after Jaimie closes the door .

Ditto. I agree with her, while heading for the door. Put myself in places my type of rich man is found and not this club, hmmm.

I take the drinks to the table And she appears. the Australian announces sarcastically in her cute accent, I hate that I like it. The amount of bitchiness I can dish out with that accent is unimaginable if I had it.

Not so harsh Blanche, maybe she went and brewed the alcohol herself. Suit two says eliciting laughter from the two ladies.

A little quicker next time before we die of thirst Morgan. suit one tells me off. Asshole but at least he remembered my name.

The rest of the night goes on without incident and I pick up a neat tip from the suits table.

When we get to our apartment it's around five in the morning and am not feeling sleepy yet. I pick up my laptop and go through some job advertisements online and apply to quite a good number, I don't even remember which companies I apply to or what jobs I apply for.

When I get into bed, I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Monday afternoon, after my jog I feel more energized than I did this whole weekend I spent busting tables at the club.

I check my emails before I hit the shower and after some rejections telling me they'll keep my name in the system, I see one from Strauss corporation.

My heart skips a bit, it's been six months since I’ve been invited to a job interview that I have to read it twice to believe what am seeing.

I scream and do a little happy dance which brings out a naked Cara.

What's wrong? She asks concerned, she obviously stopped in the middle of sex to see what's wrong with me.

I've just got a job interview and it's happening tomorrow. I say excitedly.

She shouts with excitement and begins to jump up and down while holding her boobs.

What's going on? A very naked man I don't know comes out to ask, he looks at me up and down checking me out hey.