The Fabulous Life

A/N: I think I've broken through my writer's block! Therefore, in honor of this, here's a new fic for you guys! I'm using one new couple that I've come to love. If you don't like them, please don't bash them. Kay, Simply put. Enjoy!

Chapter One - Beautiful, Dirty and Rich

"No! I asked for this dress in gold not champagne!"

Maryse, the beautiful French-Canadian woman, tapped her perfectly manicured fingers on the glass counter.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I don't see the difference…"

"You…You don't see the difference? Do you know who I am?" Maryse was stunned that this woman had the audacity to question her. "I am Maryse DiBiase, head director of La Chic magazine, designer of L'Pearle jeans, and VP of Amor Cosmetics. More than likely, I am the closest thing you'll ever get to meeting a famous person. And you don't see the difference?" Now she was in her face.

"I'm…I'm sorry Mrs. DiBiase, I didn't know." she apologized, acting as if she recognized her.

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't." She sighed, moving platinum blonde strains of curly hair out of her face. "You know what, I'm just going to take my services elsewhere. I do not have time for this! I have a son back at home that I have to attend to." She was close to exiting the store until she remembered the unpaid for dress. "You can just sell that to another costumer, if anyone can afford it."

Adjusting the diamond necklace around her neck, she clicked her pair of black Louboutin shoes against the side walk, making her way back to the second love of her life- the car that her husband bought- her beautiful Lexus.

Shaking the thought of the woman getting her order wrong out of her head, she checked herself in her side mirror. She was fabulously dressed in a purple tube top-paired with a PU side zip ruffled jacket- a pair of faded skinny L'Pearle jeans, and black Louboutins.

Searching through her Dolce and Gabbana handbag, she looked for her black-with diamond decals-blackberry. "I really need to clean this thing out." she mumbled to herself.

Once the phone was retrieved, she dialed home.

"Hello?" her husband of two years answered.

"Hey honey, how's Christopher?" she inquired keeping her eyes on the road as she used her phone.

"He's good; I was playing with him before you called."

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt. I just called to tell you that the stupid clerk at the mall messed up my order. Instead of ordering the dress in gold, she ordered it in champagne."

Like the good husband he was, he avoided asking her what the difference was in fear that he might upset her. "I'm sorry, baby."

She sighed, "It's okay. I'll be home soon. Tell Chris that mommy says hi."

"I will. See you when you get home, baby. Bye." he hung up and looked down at his three month old son, Christopher.

"Come here," he picked his giggling son up, holding him in the air. "Mommy says hi." he smiled.

Maryse and Ted, once engaged, decided that they wanted children. Neither ever said how many, but they at least wanted one. And within months of them being engaged, Maryse gave birth to a beautiful, brunette-haired baby boy, Christopher. He was the joy of their lives. Sure, they had their careers and this big beautiful home, but all they really cared about was him.

Not too long ago, Maryse had the opportunity to teach Chris to talk. He only knew a few words now, but he had picked up on some French words that Maryse had spoken around the house. Ted taught him how to walk, but he still crawls around like the world depended on it.

And lastly, his father potty trained him. That wasn't as bad as he thought it would have been. He caught on rather quickly and now, he can use the potty all by himself.

Children are a blessing aren't they?

"I'm home, sweetie!" Maryse walked through the huge double doors, pushing her cell phone back into her purse.

"Hey, baby," he put Christopher back down on the floor with his toys and welcomed his wife home. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you and how's my son?" she tickled Christopher's sides playfully.

"He missed his mommy." Ted sat back down on the couch. "I leave for work at five. You don't need to go anywhere else today, do you?"

Maryse rolled her eyes at him. She couldn't help it; she was a busy woman ever since she married him. "No, I don't; I'm free until 10:30. Then, I hang with the girls." she giggled. "But no, I'm free…until I go to sleep anyways."

"Good, then I'm going to get a snack. Don't miss me too long." he winked at her before disappearing to into the kitchen."

"Sure…." she smiled. Sitting down on the floor, she began to play with her son. At least she had something to look forward to tonight.

.x.

Del Rio stared at the woman who lay next to him in bed. She was beautiful, all he ever wanted. But he couldn't have her…not yet anyways.

She stirred in her sleep as if she felt his eyes on her. "Hi." she smiled.

"You sleep well?"

"It was decent." The beautiful, raven-haired Latina wrapped the satin sheets around her slim figure. "Won't your wife be home soon?"

"Won't your boyfriend wonder where you are?" he sat up in bed and looked at her, becoming slightly thrown off guard.

"We were never official, so it's none of his business where I am." Rosa slipped back on her clothing that was previously scattered all over his room.

For the past three months, they'd been having a more bittersweet than blissful affair.

Rosa couldn't say she didn't love the idea. He bought everything her heart desired and more and in return she met the needs that his wife didn't.

"But answer my question," she raised an eyebrow at him. "When does she come home? I'd like to be out of here by then."

"She gets off of work in about thirty minutes; we have a lot of time. So why are you getting dressed?" he laid back down on his bed.

"Because Mike gets off in fifteen minutes and we have a double date to go on." she grabbed her purse from his nightstand. She was only a few minutes away from exiting until he jumped up and grabbed her forearm.'

"Before you go, I got something for you." Desperately, he dug around in his nightstand for a small box. "Here." Smiling, he placed a huge, diamond ring on her left index finger.

She blushed smiling. "Not that I don't mind this," she silently admired the ring, loving that he was so thoughtful. "But why don't give this to your wife?"

He took her hand, giving her his signature wink. "I'm sleeping with you. Not her."

"Really, like you don't give it to her when she feels inferior to me- whether she knows about me or not. But I'm sure that when you're trying to throw her off of your dirty little secret," she ran her perfectly manicured finger down his chest. "You give it to her then too, right?"

"I haven't slept with her in four months…she doesn't give me what I need like you do." Slyly, he snaked a warm arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Come back to bed with me." he insisted.

"I wish I could, but I can't. But I'll meet you in the morning for coffee if you're not busy with your wife."

"I won't be; you have nothing to worry about." he promised and kissed her lovingly on the lips.

"Good, so tomorrow morning then." Making sure everything that she'd brought was in her possession, she glanced the room. "Bye, babe." she kissed his cheek and left without looking back.

He knew that there may not have been love there; neither of them had ever said it during relations, but so what?

Del Rio wasn't the type to love something for a long period of time. Maybe that explained his relationship with his wife. He knew he didn't love her anymore, so why hadn't he left her yet? Everything was in his name. There was nothing to worry about. But perhaps he didn't like change. So he held onto his wife to keep from moving on.

But that still didn't explain much.

Sighing for no apparent reason, he sat back down on the bed. "Guess I can get more sleep…" Turning over, he closed his eyes to enter a peaceful bliss.

.x.

The drive from Del Rio's humble abode was pleasant. Upon reaching her apartment a few minutes later, she noticed the vast number of voicemails that Mike had left on her answering machine:

Hey babe, Just wanted to see how you were doing. Call me back when you get this message. *beep*

I don't know if you got my last message, but I was hoping that you still wanted to go out tonight; got great reservations at your favorite restaurant. Call me back when you get home. *beep*

Babe, you haven't returned any of my calls all day. Where are you? If you decide to come home anytime soon, call me back. *beep*

He was so clingy. When she got home…she didn't have to call him back if she didn't want to. She liked Miz- he was good looking and everything- but she had a life; would it kill him once to let her live it?

Quickly, she sent a text to Miz's phone: I can't go out tonight; I'm a little tired. We can go out tomorrow night. Talk with you later. Lovely Latina.

Honestly, she was tired of him. Out of the five months they had been together, two of them had been great; the other three months…well, he drove her into the arms of another man. But what could she complain about?

Del Rio, the man she'd been sleeping with for the past three months, had given her everything. She remembered the day she'd met him.

She was at a friend's wedding as one of the bridesmaids, and she was at the reception getting a drink by the bar and a tall, handsome- obviously rich from the clothing he was wearing- man walked up to her.

He flirted, she played it off, he added money and gifts to the equation and she just handed him her number. Next, she met his mansion and his cars. She didn't exactly know what it was, but from then on, she couldn't stay away from him. He did what Miz didn't.

He pleasured her…in more than two ways: one, he bought her gifts…expensive gifts, two, he gave her money and three he gave her love; and boy, did he have a lot of it to give.

And only every once in a while did she feel guilty for wanting to be pampered. After all, what Miz-and Del Rio's wife-didn't know, wouldn't kill them.

Smiling, she sat down on her plush bed, which he gave her the money to buy, and relaxed against the sheets; she enjoyed the diamond ring on her finger.

"It's nice to be…" she smirked before wrapping a thick, fur coat-paid for with Alberto's money-around her shoulders. "Rich."

Picking up her purse, she looked for her phone. Searching through her contacts, she picked out a number of importance.

"Hey, you busy tonight?… Good, meet me at Onyx. I need a good drink tonight; furthermore, I got the money." she counted out the money in her hands, throwing them into the air as each price passed through her mouth. "And it needs to be spent." she smirked.

There's the first chapter; I don't know what to make of it, so tell me. Should I continue?