“So I haven’t been straight with you,” Steven said as Marie spooned a mouthful of risotto into her mouth. Marie closed her eyes as she savored the explosion of flavors in her mouth. Never in her life had she had risotto that had tasted this good. She opened her eyes to see Steven King staring at her with an amused expression on his face. Had she made an ugly sound? Did she have rice on her chin?“What?” She asked, rubbing her chin.“Nothing. I was saying that I haven’t been straight with you.”“Okay, how so?” Marie asked, her eyes boring holes into his.“After you kissed me at the party, I was ready to fire you because you know my rules but I got an email that made me rethink.”An email? Had he finally discovered her link to Alden King? Was this dinner some kind of malicious plot to deal with her? Oh God,what if he had poisoned her food? Marie felt her stomach flutter as the disturbing thoughts barraged her mind.“So, I know you’re going to be upset but..”Wait a minute. She was going
Marie winced as she recalled Sandra’s words from last night.“What do you mean you’re married to Steven King? He was my husband!” She had screamed as Marie had stood across from her pacing.The discussion had gone even worse than Marie had expected it to go, and she had prepared for the wrath that was sure to follow when she told Sandra about her and Steven King. Several times during their agreement last night, it had been on the tip of her tongue to tell her bestfriend that the marriage was fake, like hers had been but she had felt a kind of restraint not to. Besides, Steven had never touched Sandra after their kiss at the Notary's office but was going to be making public appearances with her.Marie had apologized a million times yesterday for loving Steven, and for marrying Steven. If she was being honest, Marie felt conflicted about Sandra's reaction. Sandra knew that about her giant crush on Steven King, and she didn't understand why her friend couldn't be happy for her.Last nig
There was no bloody way Steven King was serious about the box in her hand.“I told you that you would love it. Would you like to see it?” Steven asked, beckoning on her to follow him. Shaking her head, Marie tried to string a coherent sentence together.“Steven, you can't give me this. I can't accept it.” Acting like he hadn't heard a word she said, Steven King continued walking to where a shiny Navy blue BMW was parked.“I know you did not buy me a new car, Steven. Especially not an i8. Is this a joke?” Marie asked, standing hands akimbo.“I did, Mrs King. Want to take it for a spin?”“No! Here, take it back. I can't accept this, Steven.”“Why not? It's your birthday gift, Marie. I’ve never given you one. Consider it a culmination of the past years.” Steven said as Marie shook her head harder.Steven was rolling his eyes but she didn't care. He wasn't going to thrust this expensive car on her as a gift. It wasn't something she could return if he changed his mind. And besides, she did
“I don't want it, Steven. Honest.” Marie said, leaving forward and holding her hands together in a plea.“Why?” Steven asked in his usual dominating tone now that they were alone and there was no need to pretend.“I just don't. It's too expensive, Steven… I can't…”“Expensive? Marie, I know you were going to make a fuss about money and got an i8.”Was he serious? Had he been considering a more expensive car? She shuddered as the thought of owing him that much crossed her mind.“I just…can’t.” She said, dropping her eyes to her dress and wrapping her arms around herself. How could she make him understand? If he loved her, then maybe she would have been able to accept his gift but everything between them was fake. How could she accept gifts that were born out of a fake, and contractual marriage? What she wanted was for Steven to love her, not buy her expensive cars. Maybe she wanted both but she wanted his love more than any car. “What are you thinking about?” Steven said, a slight f
Steven kept his eyes closed for the rest of the journey even though he wasn't sleeping or able to rest. When he had thought about this plan and proposed it to Marie, it had seemed like a walk in the park. Just pretend to be married for a couple of months till the account acquisition was established and then end things. But he was growing wary at the way things were progressing with them. Reminding himself why he had the rules that he was never going to get involved with anyone he worked with wasn't helping as much as it used to and Steven was worried about that.There were unguarded moments where Steven caught himself feeling like he could get used to the idea of being with Marie and it rankled him. Marie was off-limits. He wasn't losing the best work asset in hopes of what would end as a stupid fling. Knowing Marie, if she found out what he was thinking now, she would fling the car door open and hightail it out of here.Taking in a labored breath, Steven recalled the real reason wh
Marie shook her head to dispel the thoughts flying around in her head. When had she fallen in love with him? The truth is that Marie couldn't remember. Right from the first time she had seen him during the orientation when he gave the scary speech, Marie had found him attractive. As he spoke, the curls on his wavy hair had bounced against his eyes, and Marie had found herself lost in the intensity in those warm brown eyes. People said the eyes could tell you who a person was, and Marie had seen that in Steven. She had never met someone so driven and intense. Even though she had seen the restlessness that most creatives had in Alden, she hadn't expected it to be cranked up in his grandson. The longer she worked with him, the more she started to fall for him. He was always there, and that was the quality Marie sought the most in people. Consistency. It made her feel safe. And Steven had consistently made her a part of his life this past ten years. How could she not love him?“Marie? C
“It's not my boyfriend.” Marie replied, deciding to be coy. She watched Steven’s eyes for a reaction but could find none.“Right, let's get back into it.” He said, looking into the binder.“Favorite color?” He asked.“None.” She replied. Steven said nothing as he wrote in the binder. Curious to see what he had written, she leaned over to get a clearer glance but was too slow as Steven had placed his fingers over it.“Let me see!” She cried, giggling and straightening up when he continued to cover it. As she raised her head, she found herself lost in Steven’s eyes. She knew she should look away but couldn't bring herself to do it, and Steven wasn't looking away either. She saw his gaze drop to his lips and her mouth went dry. She leaned forward to kiss him when she remembered what his friend, James, had said.The fake wife. What was she doing? He didn't love her and their relationship was going nowhere. Feigning a yawn, she retracted to her initial position. Clearing his throat, Steve
“Stevennnnnnnnn!” Marie bellowed, as she ran out of the room, clutching her cardigan and her purse in her hands. “Marie? What is it?” Steven asked, panting, as he bounded down the stairs that led to her.“I have to leave now! Sandra is in trouble. I just got a call from someone who used her cell to call me. She's messed up pretty bad in a bar somewhere. He's scared that someone might take advantage of her. I need to go because it's all my fault!”“Okay, calm down Marie. Where is she?”“At the Runtown Bar. I’ll go myself to get her.”“ I don't know, Marie. It's pretty late. Can’t the said person drive her home? Do you have to leave?”Seeing that Steven was serious about keeping her here tonight, Marie channeled all the emotions she had about her situation with Sandra into her voice.“No! I have to leave. Now! She's my best friend! I can't let her end up in some ditch somewhere when I could have helped.”“Calm down, Marie. You're not kidnapped. You can leave if you have to. I’ll just g