Well, that was fast. Marie thought as William King’s velvety voice wafted to the room Steven and Marie were. Steven, who looked more stunned than excited, tried to get up and run to meet his father when Marie remembered that she hadn't had the time to warn him. Desperate to warn him before he saw William, she did the only logical (or not) thing she could think of. Pushing him back to the sofa, Marie took her halter neck top off and stood before a wide-eyed Steven King whose mouth had fallen open.“Just a minute to make ourselves decent, Mr. King. ” Marie called out, causing William King, who was about to round the corner to where they stood, to halt.“Are you out of your mind?” Steven half yelled, as he stood up and shoved the top to her.“I’m not. I did it to buy some time. We need to talk.”“Marie, I don't know if you’ve noticed but my dad's here. It's going to take more than you in a fancy bra to stop me from going to see him.”Rolling her eyes, Marie said,“I don't want to stop
Steven King's heart tumbled in his chest as he watched his father’s eyes skim through the menu. They hadn't said a word to each other since they sat down, making Steven feel like a kid in the principal’s office.Why was he acting like a bunch of nerves before his dad? The same person he had desperately longed to see for so long.“I think I'll have the pancake, eggs and orange juice. It is freshly squeezed, I hope?”“Yes Dad.” Steven answered as he beckoned on Stefan to take their order. “Wow, Dad. It's good to see you. How did you manage to get in? I thought this was just for married couples?”“It is. I brought my wife, Serena.”His wife? “Wow… That's… Congratulations, Dad! I'm happy… I had no idea you remarried.”“I didn't. Oh, you should have seen your face, Steven.” William said, slamming the table with his bare palm as he laughed. Steven, who wasn’t sure what the joke was, laughed along with him.“ Hiring a wife is so easy these days. In my time, it was a loooot harder. It's a
Marie’s heart thundered in her chest as he heard the two men coming to the room. She had just spoken with James who had told her that he was calling to give Steven updates on the prank caller. Marie had told him Steven was visiting with father and she had been pleased to hear the wariness in his response. It pleased her to know that not everyone was fooled by William's smoothness. They had spoken some more before Marie told James she would get Steven to call him back. Marie heard the door swing open as the two men walked into the suite. Feigning disinterest, she picked up Steven’s book, the one he had been reading and stretched out on the bed. “What are you doing?” He asked, looking pointedly at the book.“Just some light reading.”Shaking his head, Steven said,“I do not like creases or dog ears on my books.”“Yes, Sir.” Marie answered in a syrupy voice which didn't fool Steven.He headed to the wardrobe and opened it, bringing out his box. Marie watched from behind her book as he
Marie's heart all but sang in anticipation as she ate her breakfast. She had been so eager to get started on her mission that she woke up at the crack of dawn and had been brainstorming ways to achieve her goal without arousing his suspicion. She had waited for him to wake up but he must have been so exhausted because it was nearing 12PM and he had only stirred twice but not woken up.As she dug into her chicken and vegetable wrap, Marie closed her eyes to savor the explosion of flavors in her mouth. For the umpteenth time that morning, she doubted if success in her mission was possible and if Steven was going to appreciate it. However, she knew she didn't want things to go back to how they had been before. She would not allow things to go back to how they had been before.After she finished off her breakfast, she overheard an elderly couple talking behind her.“Oh come on, Thomas. You do know everything about me. We’ve been married forty years. The answers will come. There's so many
Steven’s eyes fluttered open as he heard hushed voices conversing around him. Marie hovered over him, her face looking flushed and our eyes wild with concern. Without thinking, he reached out and stroked her cheek.“Steven? Doctor, he’s awake!”As she leaned into his touch, Marie smiled down at him. He couldn't remember anyone ever smiling at him like that ever. Her smile made him feel needed.“Can I have a moment with the patient?” The Doctor asked, looking around. Marie made to get up and excuse them like Dana, Stefan and everyone else in the room but Steven shook his head.“Oh, your wife can stay. I meant everyone else.” Oh yeah. She was his wife, his fake wife. His fake wife whom he really really wanted to touch. His head felt clogged but he tried to focus on what the doctor was saying.“Can you sit up, Mr King?” The doctor asked as Marie’s hands came around him in support. This was the thing with Marie, she was always there to help, to support, to fix things. He couldn't rememb
How could she have been so loose-tongued?Her heart couldn't take it? How was that any of his concern? She couldn't reveal her feelings yet! Not until she was absolutely sure that Steven wasn't going to shut her down without giving them a chance. She had barely given him a chance to say anything before she walked out. What if he had fell over again? What if he needed something? Now was not the time to obsess over her embarrassment. Without saying a word, she made her way back to their suite. When she got into the suite, she dialed room service and ordered lunch. She laid out on the sofa and picked up the book she had been reading earlier. He turned to face her but said nothing. Marie hoped he wasn't in pain. He was looking very pale, so pale that she became worried. After the doctor had left, she had thought color was returning to his face but now he looked ready to pass out again. Scared, she put down the bed and came to stand beside him. Instead of scowling at her like he normall
The next day, Steven was shocked to find that Marie was asleep beside him on the bed. He tried to remember if anything had happened after he had made her run to the bathroom no doubt to cry. But he was sure nothing had. The meds he had been given had knocked him out flat. He glanced over to where she lay. After she had come out of the bathroom yesterday, she hadn't said a word to him but he knew she had been crying. Why had she been crying? Was it because she had been embarrassed by what he said? She had neither confirmed nor denied her affections so he had just decided to go along with his gut and warn her. Nothing could ever go on between them. Except he fired her or she quit and Steven had no idea where he was going to get an Executive Assistant like her. He kicked off the covers and headed to the shower. He had a nice, long soak and just laid in the tub, recovering his strength. It wasn't until a loud knock jarred him from his peace and quiet that he realized he had been hogging
Steven’s hand shot up in the air as the moderator of the couple's contest asked the next question. “Cardigans. That's the one thing my wife CANNOT live without.” Steven said as he chuckled at the answer he had written on the sheet he now held over his head.“Wow! Mr. King. Let's find out what Mrs. King has penned down. Would you look at that? Mr. King does know his wife after all. Thirty points for the Kings.”Steven beamed in pleasure. So far, Marie hadn't missed a single question either. She knew everything about him, down to his favorite color of socks.“And now for the last question for the husbands… What is your wife's one true scent?”Steven watched Marie's eyes widen. This was the very question they had skipped that day at his house. It was also the winning question to set him above the tie with an elderly couple. He had nothing against them but he really wanted to win this and have that dinner with Mr. Kaito.With a flourish, he wrote down “Lavender” and waited for Marie to