Whatever Lola Wants, Lola Gets
Husband!Sylus x Wife!Reader
Based off this song by Sarah Vaughan that I heard while thrifting.
Notes: I saw the trailers for the new event and I was screaming!! They all look so good!!!!! I hope I have enough diamonds to get the outfits 🥹
I've never watched Casablanca (im sorry ><), so this is more like a ~historically inaccurate~ idealized suburban 1940/1950s American AU
Melissa Carter was one of the company's top-performing door-to-door saleswoman.
Not because she knocked on the most doors, much to the ire of the other girls, and not because she was the most charismatic, but rather, she was the only one brave stupid enough to be the first to knock on the largest house at the end of the cul-de-sac.
if one looked past the intimidating teenage twin boys who got the door, the lady of the Qin household was very kind and inviting.
More importantly, she was young and currently childless, meaning she was very lax with her husband's money.
Said woman was currently lounging on the plush couch in front of her. Laying on your stomach, you carelessly flipped through the catalog while Melissa spoke over the record player gently running in the corner of the living room.
"We just released this product a month ago and it's quickly becoming one of our best-sellers. A lot of the ladies are finding the hand cream to be so soothing, especially after washing the dishes." Reaching into her leather bag, she pulled out a small box with flowery designs. Dropping her voice, she said, "But before I bring out all my testers—don't tell the other neighborhood ladies this, but since you're my favorite client, I begged my bosses if I could give you this gift set, completely complimentary—"
You perked up on the couch and the sleeve of your silk robe slipped down your shoulder, revealing your slip nightgown underneath.
"Oh! Melissa, you shouldn't have!" you said, leaning closer to see what was inside.
Smiling slyly, she said, "Now, I know that you love fragrances with—"
"What's going on here?" a deep voice called behind her.
She nearly jumped out of her skin, whipping around to see a tall man standing there, languidly taking off his hat and draping it on the coat rack. She didn't hear a single peep of him coming into the house!
"Sylus!" you beamed. Immediately pushing yourself off the couch, you happily bounded over to him. "You're home early from work! You didn't tell me!" Helping him slip off his twill trench coat, you threw it over the coat rack as well before you ran to his front, assisting him in loosening his tie after a long day. "You should've told me! I didn't even pull the rollers out of my hair!"
Putting a hand around your waist, he pulled you in for a deep kiss, almost as if he was ignoring the fact that there was a stranger in his home. She turned away immediately, face flushed.
You pulled away for breath, and he would've continued chasing your lips if it weren't for your two hands against his chest.
Smirking down at you, he said, "And what a pleasure this sight is. How many men could see you with your hair perfectly done out on the street, hm? But this image of you is reserved just for me." Large hand brushing your shoulder, he straightened your robe over your body.
"Oh, you!" Pulling on his tie, you two had another kiss that practically caused cartoonish hearts to float around your head. "Still!" you were the first to pull away again, and now your red lipstick was smudged. "You should've let me know! I didn't even set out your glass of wine yet!"
"I wanted it to be a surprise," and in his hand Melissa could see a fresh bouquet from the nicest florist in town. Letting out a happy cheer, you held the flowers to your chest and quickly ran to the kitchen to get a vase.
She knew that today was a date night because she always planned strategically to see you on the day of. You were always talking about getting new items to doll up and impress your husband for these dates.
In all her months of being your sales rep, however, she had never seen your husband before. But that tall, muscular man had many rumors about him.
After all, even though on paper Sylus Qin was a regular owner of a gin bar, where you two met, everyone knew that no one could buy a house this grand by simply pushing drinks. There were many whispers around the neighborhood that he was a man of the underworld, and you were the only woman eccentric enough to tame him.
Rumor has it that he let you get higher education at your request, making you one of the first women in the city to have a degree. And now, although you were a leisurely housewife on the outside, who knew what work you did for his gin joint.
Furthermore, she could now kiss that large commission goodbye. Women always shopped far less when their husbands were in the room.
"Honey! Come here!" Pulling him over to the couch, you handed him the catalog you were previously holding. "Melissa here was just telling me about her two new products: a hand cream and a new perfume for spring. I just can't decide between the two."
She couldn't help but hold her breath as the man's dark red eyes scanned the paper, boring into it like a lawyer over a case.
"Easy," he said not mere seconds after. "Get both."
Without an second glance at the catalog, he then started to list off a dozen more, ordering almost double of what you would for something like an anniversary.
You sat with your hand clasped in his, almost exasperated, as if you expected this behavior.
Did you know how many women would be swooning, swept off their feet, if their average husband did this for them?
He bought some repeats (scents he absolutely loved on your skin) and some new, novelty items, such as a bottle shaped like a cat. Quoting him, he said it looked just like you.
She could barely keep up with writing down his order.
By the time she left—"Aw! I'm so sorry we have to cut your visit short, Melissa, but you know how it is! I have to get ready for date night!"—she was already mentally planning on how earth she would carry all these products to your house next week.
He was the only husband she had ever encountered that was more careless with his wallet than his own wife—Perhaps, she should plan her visits around the times your husband was home.
"Whatever Lola wants (Lola wants), Lola gets (Lola gets)
Don't you know you can't win?
(Can't win, you'll never, never win
You're no exception to the rule
I'm irresistible, you fool
Give in (give in you'll never win)"
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