Steven watched as Marie scrambled about looking for a towel for him to dry his face with. Waiting for her to take her seat, he dabbed his face with the towel she offered.“Married?” Marie cried in a shrill voice.“Yes. Why not?’ He asked, raising his brows and narrowing his eyes at the look on her face. He knew a lot of women who would grab the chance in a heartbeat, but he also knew Marie wasn’t one of them. If he was being honest, he was asking her because he knew she had no interest whatsoever in marrying him and that she wouldn’t make a fuss when the charade had to end.“I don’t… I don’t know what to say…” Marie confessed in a shaky voice. Steven could see her feet trembling under the table. Was the prospect of a fake marriage so terrifying? Was there a boyfriend somewhere she was considering? It dawned on him that he had never asked about her personal life so he didn’t know. But Steven knew Marie wouldn’t have kissed him if she had a boyfriend regardless of any altruistic intenti
The morning after Steven King proposed a fake marriage to her, Marie awoke with a splitting headache. After her meeting with him, she had driven straight to a bar and gotten herself drunk. Thinking about marrying him had sounded easy while he sat across from her and explained it but as soon as she had time to think it through, Marie had realized that her feelings concerning the matter were far from straightforward.She had loved Steven so long that she was prepared to marry him in a heartbeat if it were real. The thought of a fake marriage was what haunted her the most. How was he supposed to keep her feelings secret for the next couple of months?At the party, she had been so surprised at how fervently he had kissed her back. If he kept kissing her like that, Marie wasn't sure how much her heart would be able to take before it blurted out its love for him. And then there was the issue of Sandra. Marie knew that sooner or later, Sandra would find out what was going on. Even though sh
Light filtered rudely into Steven King’s room, tugging at his eyelids until he was forced to open them. A quick glance at his watch revealed that the time was 7 AM. Ever since his proposal to Marie, he had been battling several thoughts that were stuck on a loop in his mind. Today was Monday, and that meant that he had to put away any doubts he had and made his romance with Marie seem believable. It also meant that he had to take sniffing out the mole in Alden Kings Inc. more seriously. At first, when proposed ideas and insights had begun to leak, Steven had waved it aside but over the past few months, the frequent occurrence was beginning to rankle him. He had placed Zed Norton in charge of finding out who was sabotaging them but Zed’s efforts had turned out nothing. The leaks were the only reason he was being forced into the situation with Marie. It was the only reason why instead of spending time working on productive campaigns, he was thinking about how to smooth over ruffled f
Steven watched calmly as a panicky Marie paced back and forth in his office. The poor girl was so frightened that a part of him wanted to call the whole thing off. So what if he wasn't married? How did that affect his ability to run the company? “Marie, calm down. What are you so nervous about?”“But they were meant to be here by 1PM. 1PM. It’s barely 11 and they show up. What are we going to do?”“I won't tell you to calm down again, Marie. Breathe.”Taking a deep breath, Marie dropped into the chair beside him.“So, how do you know they're here? Did you see them?” Steven asked, taking a sip from his cup of iced latte.“I was nervous about not knowing the exact time they would show up and so I asked Lara and Thelma to be on the lookout for them. Lara just texted them that two men fitting their description walked in and were logging their details at the front desk.”“Okay, okay. So what's the problem here?.”“I don't know, Steven, do you think this would work?” Marie asked, the fear
Marie’s fingers flew across her keyboard as her thoughts flitted in different directions. Her heart was still slightly racing from Steven's kiss.Touching her lips, her body shivered with pleasure as she remained lost in the sweet memory of the kiss. Just this morning, over five people who had never spoken with her had come to chat with her. Marie could see through their plastic friendliness and knew they were only doing it because of the favors they hoped to get. What hurt the most was the people whom she genuinely liked and cared for who were now awkward around her. With the way Steven had looked at her before kissing her, Marie wasn't so sure it was pure acting anymore. Or was she so naive that she was seeing things that weren't there? But she hadn't imagined the comment about her cardigan so what game was he playing at?“Marie, get in here.” Steven's voice butted in, interrupting her thoughts. What did he want now? Wiping her clammy palms on her pants, she covered the short dist
“Hello, hello, hello!” Marie cried as she walked through the door and dumped the things she was carrying on the dining table. A brief inspection around the room revealed that nothing material had changed since the last time she was here. It was so like Sandra to move at a snail pace.“Hey you.” Sandra said, walking towards Marie with a white bra and a blue palazzo pant. Sniffing the bags holding their takeout, Sandra's eyes lit up in delight.“Hmm, this smells yummy, Marie. Chinese?”“Yes.” Marie said, giving Sandra a quick hug and heading to the kitchen to get wine glasses. “Babes, your phone is ringing,” Sandra called out from the living room.“I swear to God Babes, if it's Godzilla, I’m flushing your phone down the toilet. One of these days, you’re going to have to put your feet down. You can't come running every time he calls.”Reappearing with the wine glasses, Marie handed them to her and took the offending device to the kitchen. But it wasn't Steven or Alden who was calling,
Marie tried again to dial Steven King’s number. The last six times she had called, it had gone straight to voicemail. Clenching her steering wheel tightly, Marie tried to focus on getting home. Her mind seized with panic as he recalled the words from the text. Did she know this person who seemingly knew the truth and was now threatening her? And why wasn't Steven answering his damn phone!Pulling into the driveway, Marie gathered their purse, and the carrier bag and alighted from the car. Great, her neighbor had parked his car wrongly. Again. Deciding to deal with the issue in the morning, Marie headed to her front door and unlocked it. The thought of someone waiting for her flashed through her mind but she squelched it. This was the home she had lived in for several years, she was not about to start being afraid of being in it. Tossing the things she was holding aside, Marie kicked off her shoes and plunked down on the sofa. Rubbing her aching toes with one hand, she reached into he
“What I meant was that I would have felt better if I was getting married for real. To a man who loves me.” She said, as she dusted invisible specks of dust off her dress.Relieved, Steven let out a sigh. The last thing he needed was Marie getting attached to him. The only Marie he wanted in his life was the one who wore awful cardigans, and did her job well. “I asked because that's what you can expect the press to ask. You do know there will be interviews once we go public?”“Hold on Steven, you never said anything about going public. You said it was fake!” Marie spat.“ Fake, Marie. Not hidden. And the fakeness of it stays between us.”Her recurring terror was beginning to get on his nerves. If she had agreed to do this, why did she keep acting up?“I would feel better if we had this conversation with you sitting across from me like you always do.”“Nothing doing, Marie. I'm your husband now, you have to get used to being with me in close proximity.”“I thought that was in public wh
“Slow down, Smith. What do you mean you’ve been shot? We had a deal.”“Yeah. No shit. At no point did we discuss me taking a bullet for you in all of these. I'm happy to help you since you're paying so well but I draw the line at losing my life, Steven. My bloody shoulder is in agony right now.”“How can you drive if your shoulder has been shot?”“What? You think this is my first rodeo? Of course I didn't go alone. If I did, you probably would have been called to come pick up my corpse.”Steven doubted the cops would have called him to come collect the body of a hardened criminal but this was hardly the time to present facts to Smith.“Look, Smith. I'm glad you're okay but you owe me info still. Figure out a way to get it to me or you're on your way to jail, Man.” Steven said before hanging up the phone. He flushed the toilet and walked out of it even though he hadn't used it to throw Marie off his scent.“Who's on his way to jail?” She asked the minute he emerged from the bathroom.
“Are you sure this is where I used to live?” Marie asked, surprise etched on her features.“How on earth could I afford to move into this neighborhood?” Marie asked.“You got promoted, Marie. Do you remember that? And that promotion came with a very good raise.”“Are you complimenting yourself, Steven King?” Marie asked“Of course, I am. But really, this is your house and if you let me open it, I can prove it to you.”“Okay.” She answered, wrapping her hands around herself.“Take it easy, love. Let me know if it gets too much and we’d head back, okay?” He saidShe nodded and followed him as he walked forward and opened the door. He stepped into the house and she walked in with him. She smiled as she looked around. She had even been able to afford nicer furniture. Had she gotten a bonus alongside the raise?“Looks nice,” She said as she glanced around. She recognised her old TV set instantly. Too bad she hadn't changed her TV, and most of the other decor was the same. Sandra had helped
Steven sighed as he walked into his closet. He was about to pick out a shirt to wear when his eye caught on Marie's lacy nightie. He grabbed it and inhaled it, smiling as he did so. He was so engrossed in the experience that he didn't realize when the door opened and Marie walked in.“What are you doing?” She asked, her brows raised in askance.“I was just clutching on to my precious memories of you in this.” He said as he held it to her face. Marie looked at the nightie blankly before a gasp escaped her lips. She closed her eyes, buckled under her knees and would have fallen if he hadn't gotten to her in time.“I… I've seen that before. I have a memory of it.”“This?” Steven asked, his eyes widening as he waited for her to continue.“Yes. I remember Sandra wearing it.” Marie responded as she closed her eyes.“Wait, what do you mean you remember?”“Yes, that lacy nightie you're wearing, it belongs to Sandra. Just now, I remember. She was wearing it in the house, pacing and making me n
“You think she's going to tell us who the man is?” Steven asked.“She doesn't have that much of a choice if she's not looking to get into trouble, Steven. You can't afford to handle this with kid gloves. She should be a suspect in the case.”“What are you trying to do? Make Marie hate me?” Steven asked as James shook his head at him.“Don't you think she'll be interested in finding out the truth about her accident?”“I don't know, Man. I’m not trying to add to her distress. I told Sandra to let me handle telling Marie about the pregnancy. But I fear Marie's going to relapse or be permanently damaged if I slam her with too much at once.”“I understand you. So go talk to her. I’ll go with you. I know how to put on my scary face when I need to.”“Okay, let's go.” Steven said as he got to his feet. They walked a few steps forward before Steven turned to James and asked,“Wait. Isn't stress going to harm the baby?”James only shook his head and continued walking. He wasn't sure he wanted a
“Thought I'd find you here.” James said as he held out a beer to Steven.“Go away. I don't want to talk right now.” Steven said, as he made to get up.“Sit back down, City Boy. We both know I'm not going back to the house until you spill about what's bugging you.”“I don't want to talk about it.”“You're moping about, spreading gloom to everyone and you claim nothing is wrong?”Steven sighed and bent his head between his knees. James clutched his shoulder and asked,“Come on City Boy, talk to me. What's wrong?”Where could he start from? He had no idea how James was going to react when he told him the full news. He decided to start out with the good news.“So, Marie's memory isn't back.”“Ah. I see that. She didn't even remember that I was the light of her life.”Steven barely cracked a smile before he continued.“She doesn't remember anything about our relationship and our marriage. She had started to hint at moving out and figuring out her feelings. I was devastated when she suggest
Marie rolled her eyes as she wheeled herself to the edge close to the elevator. She was about to go in when Steven stumbled out of it and let out a curse.“Hey! What's the issue? Where are you going in such a hurry?” Marie asked as Steven apologized and tried to side step her.“Where are you going? What did she say? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?”“Marie, please I need a few minutes alone. I’ll see you soon, okay?” He asked, as he patted her hand and walked into his room before slamming the door shut.What was that all about? Had Sandra left? Thankfully, Sarah showed up at that moment to go ask her about lunch.“I’ll have anything you offer, Sarah. But I need to know. Did you overheat anything between Sandra and Steven? It took me ages to move from the bed to my chair. I was just on my way to see her but Steven stumbled in here like he had seen a ghost.”“No, Ma’am. I didn't overhear anything.”“Huh. That's strange. Please, can you assist me? I need to get downstairs and ta
“Steven, you're scaring me. Stop pacing.” Marie whispered as he let out a string of expletives and rummaged his hand through his hair. If what the video alleged was true, that woman had a lot of nerve coming down here.“Well, pacing won't help. Why do you think Sandra would have tried to harm me?It makes no sense.”“I don't know if she tried to harm you or not, Marie. But she needs to explain why she didn't disclose that you had actually gotten so close to her house.”“Okay. Well, she's on our way. Can you calm down? I don't want you blazing guns the minute she walks through the door.”“Fine!” He said as he plopped on the chair beside the bed.A sound from Marie's cell phone beeped as she picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID.“It's Sandra. She's pulling in.”“Great. You stay here. I want to confront her myself, catch her off guard before she has a chance to formulate a story.”“Listen to yourself, Steven. You're talking about my best friend. I’m sure this is some giant mis
“Come on, Mrs. King. You can do it. Just put one leg in front of the other like me, see?” Rick muttered with one hand on his hip as he looked at her. She looked at Steven to save her, but he only held his hand up.“Don't look at me. I can't help. Listen to your physiotherapist.”Marie sighed and pushed her Zimmer frame forward.“Mrs. King! It's like you're not even trying.”“Hey, buddy! Take it easy on my wife. I think she needs a break.” He said as he winked at Marie. Marie smiled as Rick walked past her shaking his head. Had he always been this mischievous? It explained why she must have loved him before.She took a sip from her apple juice and smiled as she glanced at the new cell phone Steven King had gotten for her. She had tried to insist against it when he showed her the more expensive things he had already gotten and informed her that he had no plans of stopping. A quick glance revealed that her work email was done syncing. Why was it that she could remember her work email pas
Steven glanced at his watch as the preacher delivered his sermon. Thirty minutes earlier, he had met Cadence’s mother and had been astonished at the warmth the woman had shown him. During the drive here, he had expected a lot of reactions but was pleasantly surprised when Mrs Steele recognized him at once and hugged him.Steven glanced at the clock as the preacher stood aside for Mrs Steele to take the podium. She said a few words, teared up and started to speak again.Steven listened as she spoke about Cadence; the happy times, the sad times and the times she wished she had left Cadence in the hospital when she was still a baby. She laughed at that point and the whole church erupted in laughter. Steven found it admirable that someone who had lost her only daughter could still find a way to make herself and others laugh. He looked to his left and found Zed Norton sitting a few paces away from him. He nodded discreetly, glad that someone else from the office had shown up.After the cer