<strong>Eveline’s Room, Violette Home</strong><br/><br/>She pulled up the window and let the afternoon breeze wrap her with the warmth of the city spring.  Her life was about to change.  Forever.  Tomorrow the car would arrive to take her to the airport, where she would join Colin and his wife on a plane to his private island for their honeymoon.  And after that she would return not to the home she’d lived in all her life, the top two stories of the Violette Bank highrise, but to one at least equally posh halfway across the inner city, where the MacGregor empire ruled.<br/><br/>Her room was strewn with suitcases and boxes.  Nearly everything she was taking had been packed into one of them, and that which she wasn’t ready for storage should she change her mind.   Another large suitcase with the clothing and items she would need for her trip was set upon her bed.  That one would accompany her tomorrow, while the rest would be moved to Colin’s to make her new set of chambers ready for her return.  Eveline had packed only her best for her new husband.  As much as she still despised - would always despise - the thought of being a second wife, something about Colin had drawn her immediately.<br/><br/>Perhaps in time the title could become a formality.  Eveline was certain she could outdo Arabella, the woman whom Colin had taken as first wife.  First and Second were an order of marriage, but Eveline was certain she could rearrange the true order.  Certain that the moment she pulled her new husband into bed, her mind and her body would win him over.  Please him.  Such thoughts were considered illegal.  Wives weren’t supposed to compete.  They were supposed to honor and cherish and submit to their husband so that he could father as many child as possible upon them.  But Eveline had never been good at following the rules. And she had sensed that Colin liked that about her.  And perhaps this Arabella would fight her for the place. And perhaps not.  Most women were born without that jealous competitive streak.  Society had worked hard to breed it out of them.<br/><br/>She was simply different.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and imagined meeting them together for the first time.  How she would act.  How she would relate to them both.  How Colin would expect them to act together.  While it wasn’t spoken about in high society, everyone knew that powerful men enjoyed their wives fucking each other as much as them.  That watching their woman do<em>everything</em>they desired was a rush.  She and her friends had conversed in hushed whispers about such things, when speculating who might be their genetic match.  Everyone in her grade wanted Colin Macgregor.  Second or third or fourth wife.  They cared not.<br/><br/>And here she was, Eveline Ann Violette MacGregor, the newest wife of the man who would soon hold the entire city in his hands.   Power she knew he had every intention of sharing with her… if she gave him everything and anything he desired.