“Sir? Sir? I hate to disturb you, but we need to clean the cabin now.”
You groggily came to, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you looked up bleary-eyed at the young, blonde flight attendant who was addressing you.
You let out a loud yawn, peering out the small window to your right to see that the plane had indeed finally landed. It looked like you’d managed to sleep through most of the flight, which was rare, given how much you normally hated flying.
Then again, you’d never gotten to fly on your father-in-law’s private jet before…
Looking around you, you noticed that your wife was nowhere to be found in the large and lavish cabinet. A bit perplexed, you straightened up in your seat with a raised eyebrow.
“Mrs Cole has already exited the plane, sir. She asked me to inform you that she’s already made her way to the airport VIP lounge.”
“Heh,” you chuckled to yourself, sitting upright. “She asked?”
You looked back to the flight attendant with a cheeky smile, which she politely returned.
“Well, um…” the attendant trailed off, “she uh… advised me to let you know.”
You let out a groan and nodded, yawning again as you slowly stood up from your seat. Yeah… Courtney never really “asked” for anything… and you were pretty sure that the words “please” and “thank you” weren’t in your wife’s vocabulary.
“Hope whe wasn’t to sassy with you,” you told the flight attendant, knowing full well what your wife’s personality was, especially when she was talking to the “help”.
The short, skinny blonde’s smile faltered but only slightly.
“Yes… Mrs Cole can certainly be… very vocal about getting what she wants.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling out your wallet and reaching for a couple of fifty dollar bills to hand to the poor young thing.
“Tell me about it,” you smirked.
~~
Stepping off of the plane, you breathed in the fresh air as you planted both feet on the tarmac. You had no idea where the VIP lounge even was, but even as you got your bearings and adjusted to the sunlight, a scrawny young concierge was speed-walking his way toward you with a very forced smile plastered onto his contours.
“Hello there,” he greeted, “Mr. ******?”
You smiled and nodded. Yes, Courtney had insisted on keeping her maiden name. Not that you minded too much. Co-habitating with Courtney on a daily basis meant constantly having to make… “concessions”... Courtney was a very demanding woman, and having been born the only child of a literal billionaire meant that she was hardly used to ever having to wait for what she wanted, let alone be turned down.
By contrast, you were far more relaxed, polite and easygoing, something most service and staff were more than grateful for whenever they were forced to interact with the two of you.
"So sorry for the delay, sir," the concierge immediately began stammering. "I did NOT mean to keep you waiting, I-"
"Its all good," you cut him off with a relaxed guffaw, falling into the role of "the chill spouse" effortlessly. "I'm in no rush," you smiled.
"Oh, okay," the concierge breathed an immense sigh of relief, shoulders rising and falling as he took a moment to breathe. Yup, he'd definitely been the one escorting Courtney. The poor kid, you noted, seemed like he was completely at the end of his rope. Your wife could certainly have that effect on people.
"Should I escort you to Mrs ******?" The young man asked. "She's in the VIP dining area."
No doubt causing a scene, you thought.
"It's Mrs Cole," you politely corrected him, "and yes. I'll follow you."
~~
You'd honestly never been to the VIP lounge of an airport, and hardly knew what to expect. It was grandiose in size and pretentious in its decor, although, what with having married a billionaires daughter, that was something you were well used to by now. Your wife was easy to spot, or rather, she was very hard to miss. She was pretty much always the largest, loudest person in any room that you walked in to, and as you looked around at the other "very important persons" in the room, you couldn't help but notice that almost all of them had their eyes glued to Courtney, marveling in both awe and apall at the spectacle she was currently making of herself. Smirking at the rest of them, although they hardly would have noticed, what with their preoccupation with the blonde blitzkrieg at the other end of the room, you began to stride over to your wife in what you knew to be her in her natural habitat. Courtney, your big, beautiful plus-sized wife, was currently….
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