The life of a trophy wife is hard work. I have to accompany my husband to all his big fundraisers and events as his arm candy. Most of the time I flirt with his superiors to help him get ahead (and help me get a new purse). This new investor my hubby is trying to land is this fat ugly billionaire that couldnt keep his eyes off me during the entire meeting. I figured this rich sack of wouldnt be too much trouble until my husbands phone started going off from this potential client practically begging that I come to dinner, and then, drinks, and then, late night cocktails He doesnt actually think my flirting means I want to fuck him? In no way in hell will I fuck a fat loser like that no matter how rich he is! Whats a loving and supportive wife to do? Tell him to throw in a Bentley!