Reese the Housewife Chapter 1

Reese stood in the dusty construction yard, the sun beating down on his back as he swung the axe with all the frustration he could muster. The logs split with a satisfying crack, sending splinters flying into the air. He was surrounded by the gruff laughter of burly men, their crude jokes echoing around him like a chorus he had no desire to join. They talked about their lives, their wives, their conquests, and Reese felt like an intruder in a world he didn't belong to.

He glanced over at the group, their eyes never lingering on him for long. They didn't know his secret, the truth he carried like a weight on his shoulders. He was a stranger here, not just because of the program Miss Thompson had forced him into, but because of who he truly was inside. He kept his head down, focusing on the task at hand, each swing of the axe a silent scream of defiance against the world that refused to understand him.

Three days a week, he was here, chopping wood, moving bricks, doing whatever menial task was thrown his way. The other two days were spent in a classroom filled with chaos, where the teacher barely glanced up from his phone. Reese sat at the back, trying to focus on the work, trying to drown out the noise of boys who seemed to revel in their own delinquency. He had been like them once, but something had changed. Now, he was trying to claw his way out of the pit he had dug for himself, even if no one believed he could.

Miss Thompson had once been his ally, someone who saw potential in him. But after years of disappointment, she had given up, lumping him in with the rest of the troubled boys. It stung more than he cared to admit. He was trying, he really was, but it seemed like the world was determined to see him fail.

At home, things were no better. Lois, his mother, had long since washed her hands of him, convinced he would never amount to anything. Her words cut deeper than any insult from his peers. Hal, his father, was a shadow, a man who had given up hope but never the love he still held for his son. Reese could feel it, even if Hal never said it out loud.

As the day wore on, Reese's muscles ached from the relentless Labor. He wiped the sweat from his brow, looking up at the sky, wishing for something more. He wanted to prove them all wrong; to show them he wasn't just the screw-up they thought he was. But the path ahead seemed impossibly long, and he was so very tired.

He finished his shift, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and red. As he walked home, he thought of Liz, the little girl who had somehow become his anchor in this storm. She was perceptive beyond her years, seeing through his bravado to the person he was trying to become. Her presence was a balm to his weary soul, a reminder that not everything was lost.

Reese pushed open the door to his house, the familiar chaos greeting him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for another night of trying to fit into a world that seemed determined to push him out. But he wouldn't give up, not yet. There was too much at stake.

The school auditorium buzzed with the murmur of restless students and the occasional bark of a teacher trying to maintain order. Reese sat slouched in his seat, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. He knew this assembly was a setup, a chance for the superintendent—a man who had made it clear he despised Reese—to make an example out of him. Lois was there too, her gaze a mix of frustration and disappointment, a familiar cocktail that Reese had grown used to seeing.

The superintendent, a towering figure with a perpetual scowl etched into his features, took the stage. He adjusted the microphone, his voice booming through the speakers. "Today, we are here to discuss the importance of integrity and responsibility," he began, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Reese. "Qualities that some of our students seem to lack."

Reese felt the heat of a thousand eyes turning towards him, whispers spreading like wildfire through the rows of seats. He shifted uncomfortably, wishing he could disappear into the floor.

As the assembly dragged on, Reese's mind wandered, thinking of Liz and the sanctuary of Sasha Manor. But his thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of two cops—overweight and smug, with a history of making his life miserable. They approached him with an air of authority, clearly relishing the opportunity to humiliate him in front of everyone.

"Reese Wilkerson," one of them drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "We need to search your bag."

Reese's heart sank, knowing full well that nothing good could come of this. He handed over his bag, watching as they rifled through his belongings with a gleeful thoroughness.

"What's this?" the other cop sneered, pulling out a letter, its envelope marked with the words "Sensitive Eyes Only."

Reese's stomach twisted into knots. He knew exactly what that letter contained, and he could already see the superintendent's eyes lighting up with malicious delight.

The cop cleared his throat, reading aloud with exaggerated clarity. "Attend all pureblood social gatherings. You'll be expected to accompany me to every event, representing our union with dignity."

The room erupted into laughter and whispers, the words echoing in Reese's ears like a death knell. He felt his face flush with humiliation, his mind racing to find a way out of this nightmare.

Lois's expression was one of barely concealed rage, her lips pressed into a thin line. She stood up, her voice cutting through the noise like a knife. "Reese, what is the meaning of this?"

Reese opened his mouth to explain, but the words wouldn't come. The superintendent seized the moment, his voice dripping with condescension. "It seems Mr. Wilkerson has been leading a double life. Perhaps he should enlighten us all."

Reese's mind was a whirlwind of panic and shame. He had to think fast, to find a way to turn this situation around before it spiralled even further out of control.

Reese's heart pounded in his chest as he squeaked out, "Sir, this is private correspondence—sensitive eyes only." He reached out, hoping to retrieve the letter before more damage could be done. But before he could grasp it, Lois snatched the paper from the superintendent's grasp, her eyes narrowing as she began to read it aloud to the entire assembly.

Her voice carried over the crowd, each word slicing through Reese like a blade. "Attend all pureblood social gatherings. You'll be expected to accompany me to every event, representing our union with dignity. Learn pureblood customs..."

Reese cringed, his face burning with embarrassment as the laughter and whispers rose around him. He could feel the superintendent's eyes boring into him, the man's smirk a testament to his delight in Reese's public humiliation.

"But Mum," Reese protested weakly, "what part of 'our union' don't you get? And Mum, sensitive eyes only!"

Lois's face flushed with anger; her eyes blazing as she turned on him. "Reese, what is this nonsense? A union? Pureblood customs? What have you gotten yourself into?"

The superintendent leaned back, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the spectacle. Reese could see the satisfaction in the man's eyes, the way he relished watching Reese squirm.

Lois continued her tirade, her voice rising in pitch and volume. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous this is? How much trouble you've caused with your antics? I can't believe you would embarrass us like this!"

Reese's mind raced, searching for a way to defuse the situation, but the words wouldn't come. He felt trapped, caught in a web of his own making with no way out.

The superintendent cleared his throat, drawing the attention back to him. "Well, it seems Mr. Wilkerson has a rather... unique perspective on his responsibilities. Perhaps he can enlighten us all on what this 'union' entails."

Reese swallowed hard, the room closing in around him. He had to think fast, to find a way to salvage what little dignity he had left.

The atmosphere in the auditorium shifted dramatically as a figure emerged from the shadows—Pansy Parkinson, draped in her Slytherin robes, glided into the room with an air of authority. Her magic crackled around her, lifting her slightly off the ground as she approached the scene unfolding before her.

"Well, superintendent," she said, her voice dripping with disdain, "our union is none of your business. Get away from my husband, you pathetic leech." With a swift motion, she slapped Reese across the face, the sound echoing through the now-silent room. "That's for carrying the letter in public, you idiot! I told you what could happen. Idiots like this find out and get ideas above their station, and now I have to clean up your mess!"

Reese's heart raced, a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through him. He lowered his head, muttering, "Yes, dear," feeling the weight of Pansy's presence wrap around him like a protective shield.

Pansy smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she turned to Lois. "The letter is from me, giving him instructions about his rights, responsibilities, and obligations. So I'm the person who wrote this, not him. So go snap at me, not him. He is just doing his job as a good submissive husband and very soon to be housewife."

She held up her hand, revealing a sparkling wedding ring that caught the light. "See? We are married." Pansy then gestured for Reese to show his ring, and he hesitantly lifted his hand, revealing the matching band on his finger.

Lois's expression morphed from anger to disbelief, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "You can't be serious!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. "This is absurd! You think you can just waltz in here and claim him as your husband? He's my son!"

Pansy merely chuckled, a confident glint in her eye. "Oh, but I can. And you should really be more careful about how you treat him. After all, he's now under my protection." With a swift motion, she playfully spanked Reese, a mischievous grin plastered across her face. "Good boy."

Reese felt the heat rise to his cheeks again, caught between the chaos around him and the strange sense of pride that came from Pansy's boldness. The auditorium was silent, all eyes on them, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

Pansy's voice was smooth and confident as she addressed the room, her words weaving a tale that captivated everyone present. "Reese agreed to marry me," she declared with a smile. "He said he was from a poor, backwards family in the middle of some hick town and was worried he would be forced to become a janitor for the rest of his life or remain your slave, Lois."

She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. "And he said, 'Fuck it. If I'm going to improve my lot in life, I will.' He made a pact, a deal, an agreement with me that was life changing. He came and begged me, desperate to improve his lot in life, to rise above his station and be somebody."

Pansy turned her gaze to Lois, her expression a mix of amusement and challenge. "I offered him a chance at a better life, the opportunity to be somebody, to become civilized and live the life of luxury and comfort he could never normally get anywhere close to."

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that still carried through the room. "Lois, you might have heard the stories of an old rich man marrying a trophy wife. He promises her luxury and riches and a big house in return for her being his arm candy. Well, that's what Reese and I have, but in reverse. I'm the old man in this, and he is my trophy wife. He gets riches and luxury, but in return, I get to fuck him whenever."

The room was silent, the air thick with shock and disbelief. Reese stood frozen, his face a mask of mixed emotions as he processed Pansy's audacious declaration. Lois's face was a portrait of outrage, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find words.

The superintendent watched the scene with a mixture of amusement and incredulity, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Pansy's hand landed on Reese's backside with a playful smack, her voice teasing as she said, "That's for your cheek, dear. Now, now, Lois, why don't you let Reese tell you the truth?"

Reese swallowed hard, the weight of everyone's gaze heavy upon him. He took a deep breath, his voice steady as he finally spoke. "Mum, I agreed to this. I made this choice to improve my lot in life. If I have to be her housewife, serve her, and be at her mercy, and be... well, intimate with her whenever she sees fit, then that's what I'll do. In return, I get to live in a giant house filled with riches I could never have imagined."

He paused, meeting Lois's eyes with a mixture of defiance and desperation. "Mum, I agreed to this arrangement, this sort of life. Why can't I be a trophy wife?"

Lois's face twisted with a mix of shock, anger, and disbelief, her voice rising as she reacted. "Reese, do you even hear yourself? You're throwing away your dignity, your self-respect, for what? Some fantasy of luxury? You think this is going to solve all your problems? You think being someone's plaything is going to make you happy?"

The room was silent, the tension palpable as Reese stood his ground, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was a turning point, a moment that would define his future, and he was determined to see it through.

Reese stood firm, his voice gaining confidence as he addressed Lois. "Well, yeah, Mum, she is a hundred million—"

Pansy interrupted with a gentle correction, her voice smooth and authoritative. "Now billionaire, dear. I became head of the house when Father died a few weeks ago, so I inherited the Parkinson name. I'm the new head of the House of Parkinson, and you will be Lady Parkinson."

Reese nodded, a hint of awe in his voice. "Sorry, Pansy, I will remember not to err again."

Pansy smirked, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "It's alright, dear. We all make mistakes."

Reese flushed with embarrassment but pressed on, determined to make Lois understand. "Mum, she's now a billionaire and the head of an ancient and noble house. And she's British, Mum. You know how the British have noble families? Well, Mum, she's the lord of a noble house, and me being married to her makes me a duchess. And yes, Mum, I know 'lady' and 'duchess' are female terms. I accept being called that, and I'm fine with it."

He took a deep breath, meeting Lois's eyes with a mixture of defiance and hope. "Also, Mum, I took her last name. My name is now Reese Parkinson, not Reese Wilkerson, and we got married a month ago. She was gracious enough to let me spend the next two years finishing my schooling before I graduate."

Lois's face was a storm of emotions, her mind reeling from the revelations. Reese could see the struggle in her eyes, the battle between her instincts as a mother and the reality of his choices.

Lois's reaction was explosive, her voice rising in disbelief and anger. "Reese, do you even understand what you're saying? You're throwing away your future for some fantasy! This isn't how you solve your problems!"

Pansy, standing firm, met Lois's gaze with unwavering confidence. "Reese has made his choice, Lois. He's chosen a path that offers him opportunities beyond what he could have imagined. I'm here to ensure he gets the life he deserves."

Reese felt a surge of determination, his voice steady as he addressed his mother. "Mum, you've seen my grades. You know I wasn't set up for success. For God's sake, I'm in the criminal construction program and the retarded boys' class. So please, tell me where being a trophy wife is worse than being a dropkick in two programs I hate and ending up in a crappy dead-end job I hate."

He paused, his eyes pleading for understanding. "Mum, I would rather be a trophy wife any day than be stuck with those pigs on the construction site. I'm not digging holes for a living if I can be married to a billionaire."

Lois's face was a mix of shock and bewilderment, her mind struggling to process Reese's words and the reality of his choices.