Perks come with being the spouse of a billionaire. Scaramouche had insisted that you didn’t have to lift a single dainty finger, of yours— since nearly everything was already taken care of by servants.

The maids were horrified when you brought up making a surprise dinner for your husband, it was old news to them that your culinary skills were.. something.

Scaramouche would arrive home, and see the food that you had made on the dining table. Uh oh.

“darling, you.. uhm.. shouldn’t have..”