“Babes! I have missed you so, Marie! How have you been?” Sandra's chirpy voice thundered on the phone immediately Marie answered.If she was being honest, she was not happy with Sandra and didn't want Sandra upsetting her before her date with Antonio. She planned to have a great time and a call with Sandra was sure to ruin that.“Fine. Thank you. How are you?” She replied in a stilted tone that she hoped conveyed the disappointment and hurt she was feeling.Seemingly oblivious, Sandra plunged on in her upbeat voice.“You've got to come over Babes! I have so much to tell you! I don't want to give hints but it has to do with me getting very cozy with a certain gentleman you'd be interested in knowing.”Was this why she was calling her? Because she had met someone new and not because she wanted to talk about their issues?Marie shook her head, feeling a headache coming on. That was something Sandra did often. Tried to gloss over issues with feigned friendliness and when that didn't work,
Steven turned on his side as he thought about what he had overhead tonight. Maybe she had been so upset that she didn't care about how loud her voice was but it had carried all the way to his office and so he had been forced to come out. That's when he had overheard Marie saying that she loved him. That she had loved him for years. It was possible that she had been talking about someone else but his crazy, hopeful heart said otherwise.Marie was in love with him. The Assistant he couldn't afford to lose was in love with him. He felt his heart exploding with a myriad of emotions. There was a part of him that felt ecstatic about the information, and the other part was terrified because he suddenly felt like he had to do something about the feelings stirring in his heart.His eyes darted to the bedside clock beside him. The time was 10 PM and true to her word, she hadn't returned. He hadn't planned to do what he had done earlier today. He had just been so conflicted about her going out w
“Why do you look like I'm leading you to your death, Marie?”“Who knows where we’re going? Remind me again why I have to do this! Our marriage is fake, Steven. I do not need to meet your family. Call your grandfather and tell him I'm not coming. Tell him I'm sick or something.” “You know, I could tell him you’re sick because you're carrying my baby. How's that for an excuse?” He asked, his voice deadpan.“Is that supposed to be funny!” Marie shrieked, causing Steven to howl with laughter. “He’s just an old man, you know? He doesn't bite. If it makes you feel better, he can't even walk without support.” Steven said.“That doesn't make me feel better, Steven.”“Well, put on your big girl pants because here we are.” Steven said, as he pulled into Alden’s driveway. Marie's fear about meeting his grandfather as not just his assistant but his wife would have been a lot more amusing if he wasn't terrified himself. But what could he do? He had woken up to a summon by the man and Alden wasn'
Steven let out a sigh as he ran a hand over his face. What he had thought would be a fairly straight forward process had turned out to be a lengthy one fraught with complications. Creatives had certain mannerisms and most of the people who had come highly recommended weren't fitting into the mold. He had been looking for someone who would blend in as a creative person even though they were a mole. He had been about to give up when Marie sent in a lady called Cadence Steele. After some background checks and thorough interviewing, he had found out that she was the one for the job. Now, he sat at his desk, hungry and exhausted, and at the risk of running late for his special surprise for Marie. He wanted to make tonight so special that all the resistance she had built up in the past weeks ebbed away. He texted Sarah to ensure that all the fresh ingredients he had requested for dinner had been delivered. Marie had already left for her house an hour ago to meet up with Antonio. Steven ho
“So why do you keep trying?”“This may be hard for you to believe Steven, but not everyone wants to end up old and alone. I know I don't.”That's what she thought? That he wanted to be old and alone? “ I want love. I want someone to choose me. I want to have a family of my own.” Marie said in a wistful tone under her breath. Steven wondered if she knew that she had said the words aloud when her head whipped up in shock.“Did I just admit that out loud? Oh my God, I am such a dolt!”“No, Marie. You're not.”“I wish I could love Antonio. I really do because I've spent so much time loving a man who may or may not love me and I'm tired of waiting.”Steven said nothing because he wasn't quite sure where and how to cut in. He had hoped that after they ate and kissed, everything would be crystal clear to her.“Sorry, oh my God, you should see your face, Steven. Thank you for everything you did. You are a nice guy, and such a great friend.”Friend? He didn't want to be her friend. Did frie
“Steven, stop. Oh my God. Someone will see us. Steven, stop!”Marie said, laughing as she tried to push a mischievous-looking Steven away from her. They were in the parking lot, waiting for the elevator, when Steven suddenly got very handsy.“Steven, people are coming. They will see us.”“So, let them. We’re married, Baby.”“Steven! If you keep this up, you’re going to lose your Godzilla status. No one will fear you anymore.”“Mhmmm… A small price to pay if I get to do this…” He said, grabbing her waist and kissing her neck. The elevator opened and they came face to face with a group of staff. After shooting him a look that warned him to behave, Marie stepped into the elevator. Steven, who had been holding both her purse and her briefcase, placed them down. Cracking his knuckles and neck, he came closer to a giggling Marie and said,“Now, where were we?” He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, and then pulled her tighter to himself.“Steven, people are watching us!” She said
Save me! Ellen is making a fuss about decor and seat placements and bla bla bla…Laughing while shaking her head, Marie focused on the work in front of her. No one had told her that being in a relationship was so distracting. The most she had done all day was type a memo. Her mind was jumbled up with thoughts of kissing Steven King and being in his arms. It was like her brain had decided to stop functioning and her insides were turning to jelly. So maybe he hadn't exactly popped the question yet but he had let his guard down so much.“I bet you're thinking about me.” The man in question teased, his eyes crinkling with mirth “What? No. I just got a text from Antonio.”“Liar.” He said, walking to her desk to plant a kiss on her cheek.Marie groaned inwardly at the thought of Antonio. She had to end things with him tonight. Even if Steven refused to place a label on whatever it was they were doing, she couldn't keep stringing him along. For some reason, she felt unsettled about going t
“Care to explain this?” Antonio barked, his phone still in his hand.“Can we discuss this inside, please?” Marie said, lowering her voice in a bid to get him to lower his.He glowered at her for some seconds before turning on his heels and going into the house. Marie followed at a safe distance, wondering how on earth she had gotten into this situation?How had the Paparazzi been so fast? It was barely two hours and an article brandishing her face and Steven King’s was headlining a gossip blog. Antonio balanced his hip on the curve of his kitchen counter and folded his arms as he waited for her to speak.Marie was terrified at the look in his eye. She had never seen someone so upset before. Especially not with her.“I’ve been such a fool. An idiot. A donkey!”Donkey? She fought back the urge to laugh.“Antonio, I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you about him.”“You were going to tell me? What exactly were you going to tell me, Marie? That you were married to a billionaire, or that
“What?” Steven asked in a voice so phony that everyone turned to stare at him.“Is that blood, uncle Steve? It is. There's blood on your shirt.”“Shhhhh, buddy. Don't make a big deal about it. I cut myself.”“You did? Cool! Let me see.” Rick exclaimed, as though he was being given front row tickets to a fun show.“Richard! Get back to class!”“But granny…”“Now!” Amelia boomed as a disgruntled Rick turned in his heel and headed towards the stairs, waving to Steven as he went.“You may want to get that cleaned up before leaving.” Alden said to him as he wheeled himself into his room.“Hand it to me.” Amelia said.“Oh? I didn't actually cut myself.”“I know. I’m not stupid. Alden keeps sneaking off in his wheelchair and I've seen some funny looking characters hanging around. I don't want to know what all this is about but I hope you're both not being stupid. And he's finally getting the exercise ”“Ah.” Steven replied as he took off his shirt and handed it to Amelia. He walked with Stev
Maybe it was the fact that the guy was a psychopath who had put his wife in a coma or the fact that he had such a punchable face but Steven didn't stop until Smith stopped laughing and started to cough.“Oh, I could go on for hours. I'm only just getting started.”“Kill me, please. I’d love to see how you get the answers you want.” Smith saidSteven snarled as he shook his knuckles.“Oh, make no mistake, Smith. You are going to die. You're going to pay for what you did to Cadence. I’ll make sure about that even if it's the last thing I do.”“I keep telling your stupid old man. I didn't kill Cadence Steele.”“The same way you didn't run my wife over?”“Exactly. I mean I know about it, make no mistake. But I neither authorized nor did it.”“You know what Smith, you're full of crap and I'm tired of doing this with you, so start talking. There's no use stalling too because you're not getting out of this till I'm satisfied.”“Look, I know you think I'm the one you’re looking for but I'm no
“What do you mean?”“I mean I've never seen you so affected by anything, Alden. Not even when your own son got into an accident.”Alden’s eyes hardened as he grunted.“That wasn't an accident. It was a stupid decision made by someone who should have known better.”Steven fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Alden would say that about his father. Alden had never cut him any slack.“Right, but you're deflecting the question. Why do you act like she means so much to you? What's this about?”“The only person that can give you the answers you want us is your wife, Steven.”What did that mean? Was there something about Alden and Marie he didn't know?“I don't understand what you mean, Alden.”“Are you ready to leave now?” Alden asked, pushing his chair backwards as he averted his eyes from Steven. Steven sighed and walked ahead of his grandfather. It was funny that Alden would rather die than let Steven touch his wheelchair while he allowed Amelia to help him all the time. He also kn
“Where are you?”“Hello to you too, Alden.” Steven said as he honked at the driver in front of him. Did people drive with their brains turned off these days?“I'm at your house and Dr. Terence tells me you’re not here.” The accusation in his tone spoke volumes but Steven chose to ignore it.“If you’d let me know you were coming over, perhaps I may have been ready to receive you.” Steven answered in a cool tone.“When you asked for this leave, you did say it was so you could remain at your wife's side, not gallivant around town.”“What do you want, Alden?”“No, listen to me young man. You're the one who’ll get down here fast if you want to hear what I have to say.” He answered before hanging up the phone. Steven exhaled as he massaged his temple. The last thing he wanted was Alden sticking his nose into how he was caring for Marie. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the house and headed to the room where Marie was. Alden was in conversation with Dr. Terrence and didn't notice at firs
Dr. Terrence met him outside Marie's room and was about to say something but Steven held up his hand to forestall any comment.“I need everyone to leave for a few moments.”“Okay, Mr.King but if I may…”“Now, please.” Steven repeated as frazzled nurses began filing out of the room. He wasn't sure if he could stomach any more bad news so whatever Dr. Terrence had to say would have to wait.Dr. Terrence nodded and exited the room. Steven looked down at Marie and smiled at her. Even in a coma, her beauty took his breath away.He let out a long sigh and sat beside her bed before taking her hand in his.“You know, for the past few weeks, Marie. I’ve been mad at myself. Thinking about where I went wrong and how I could have failed you so much.”He squeezed her hand and checked to see if there was any reaction on her face. Her eyes remained blank and unfocused as they had been.“I’ve been mad at myself for letting you go through so much pain. For the fact that you're stuck somewhere between
Steven's mind whirled with thoughts as he heard the sound of Zed Norton's car backing out of his driveway.He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about what had transpired between Sandra and him. How on earth was he going to explain this to Marie when she came out of the coma? He could just imagine the look on his face.“You know when you were stuck in a coma fighting for your life? Yeah well, I slept with your best friend. And I don't even remember doing it.”He let out another curse and Sarah tossed him a concerned glance. He let out a sigh and plunked into the chair.“Any special orders for lunch, Sir? The chef wants to know…” She askedThe thought of having any food right now made him want to puke. Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was Cadence lying in a pool of her own blood.“I'm not hungry, Sarah. I’ll head out and probably eat something.”“Okay, Sir. Do I make any provisions for Ms.Rakes?”“No, Ms. Rakes wouldn't be returning anymore.” Steven replied as she
“What are you doing?” Steven whispered as he jerked away from Sandra. His head was reeling from pain. Had she really kissed him?“Sorry. I don't know what happened…You looked so sad and I wasn't thinking.” She said as she abruptly got on her feet and cleared her plate. She grabbed the glass and was about to take the bottle of wine with her when Steven dragged it from her.“You can't drink the whole bottle, Steven.” She said in a quiet voice.“Get out.” He said, in a voice harsher than he intended. She glared at him for some seconds before wilting and walking out of the room.He took a swig of the bottle and sighed. Did she deserve such hostility from him for a mistake? She had only been trying to help him after all. It seemed all he was capable of these days was messing up on a grand scale. His actions kept hurting the people he called friends and family even when he didn't intend for them too. Tomorrow, he'd apologize for being bitchy to her. For now, he had only one thing on his min
“Thank you for calling me. I’ll drive him home. The last couple of weeks have been very hard with his wife being in a coma, you know.”Steven could hear Sandra talking to someone. He tried to remember calling her. Had he done that himself or had Tony called her? What time was it? She was looking at him now with something akin to disappointment on her face. Well, he didn't bloody care.“Come on, let's get you home.” She said, as she tried to help him to his feet. Steven chuckled as the both fell back on the leather seat. What was she thinking? That her tiny body could support his weight?“Is something funny, Steven King? You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re drunk. No one's been able to reach you all afternoon. James and Joanna left after breakfast and have been trying to get across to you. Your cell was switched off. And then I get a call that you're wasted in a bar!”“Arghhh. Stop talking in my face.” He mumbled. Her voice was beginning to give him a headache. He wasn't that drun
After Steven got off the call with the 911 operator, he thought about what to do next. He couldn't go home to Marie in this state, knowing that her suffering was caused by him. Nor was he in the mood to face either James or Joanna. He couldn't go to Alden's as that meant endless lectures he wasn't ready for. He knew the only thing likely to get him through the next couple of hours. He turned off his cell phone and drove off. Thirty minutes later, he parked outside Ziggler’s. The tiny, nondescript bar was exactly as he remembered it. He hesitated for a minute before heading in. He had promised James that he wasn't ever coming back here and for over ten years he had kept that promise. But there was no turning back now. A woman was dead because of him, another was in a coma fighting for her life. He needed this, if only for a few minutes. He opened the door, alighted and walked in before he could lose courage. Inside the tiny bar was exactly as he remembered it. How long since he had sat