“Jeff? The same Jeff?” Steven whispered before he could stop himself.“She told you about him? Sandra asked, a shadow crossing her face briefly.“Well. Not exactly.” Steven responded.“After the breakup, she almost fell apart. She cried so hard I thought my heart would break. This went on for weeks. She was such a mess.”This explained a lot. It wasn't hard to picture why she cried so easily these days too.“Well, thank you for the information. I’ll sort out the car stuff, don't worry about it.”“Sure, thank you. I gotta run now. Zed is probably home by now.” She said, hugging him again before dashing out of the restaurant. Steven found it slightly rude that she hadn't thanked him for paying for her food. It was like she expected him to because he was a billionaire.Shaking his head ruefully, he headed out of the restaurant, deep in thoughts.It still stunned him that Marie didn't think she could share her problems with him. Even if they hadn't been dating then and she had brought it
Marie tossed and turned in her bed as her mind traveled in a thousand different directions. Why was it that she trusted Steven so much and yet her heart was still beating wildly about his cryptic dinner?Everytime she looked into Steven King’s eyes, she didn't think the man was capable of hurting her. But she had been wrong before, and she had almost fallen apart when her entire world crashed before her eyes.She had to be a stronger, wiser version of herself than the nineteen-year-old who let herself be deceived by a manipulative guy who had turned her into his bank and sex slave. The door opened and Rick stood in the doorway clutching a stuffed bear. Beckoning him to enter with her fingers, she scooted to make room for him since he favored the right side of her bed.Grabbing her phone from the bedside table, she opened the text thread between James and Ellen, and herEllenHey Peoplessss… Marie, great news. I was checking through records at the office and found that the Kingfisher
The next morning as they rode to work, Marie listened as Steven told her some elaborate story about how he had sold her car for 48,000 dollars to a billionaire friend of his who had been looking for a used car to buy for her 16-year-old son whom he wanted to teach financial responsibility. From where she sat, it sounded like a load of crap but she was waiting on him to finish.“So yeah, I sold the car for that amount. I did tell you I'd get a good deal.” He said, winking at her.“Steven, I bought that car for 6,000 dollars. How could anyone have wasted so much money on it?” Marie asked“Hey. She did it as a personal favor to me, okay. We’re friends after all? And I’m having some work done on it to make it good as new.”“Even so, Steven! 48,000 dollars is ridiculous. Did you say “she”. Was this the woman you had dinner with last night?”“What?” Steven sputtered, then averted his gaze at the look in her eyes.Who was this mystery woman and why was he hiding it for Pete's sake.“Fine. Do
MarieHey guys. After Steven's birthday, can anyone guess the next party we’ll be attending?JamesNone. No more parties this year.EllenOffice Christmas party….SandraMy godson’s baby shower from all the closed door meetings.MarieWrong! We’ll be attending Sandra's funeral because you are so dead for what you've just done to me!SandraHe did not! He DID NOT!MarieListen to you! How could you tell him about Jeff? How could you lie to him that I was in debt? Debt, Sandra!SandraYou're welcome!JamesLadies, do you want to do this privately?MarieNo!SandraNo!MarieI’ve said all I wanted to say. Thank you for ALWAYS looking out for me!SandraYeah, go on and cry me a river. In fact, if I'm no help, you plan the party yourself!Marie’s nostrils flared as she clutched her cell phone in her hands. It was exactly like Sandra to turn every offense to her fault. Maybe she had overreacted a bit, but wasn't she expected to do so after what Sandra had done? Was it normal behavior for y
“Uncle Steve?” Rick asked as he climbed into bed with him. He had forgotten that he had told Rick that he could sleep with him. He sure wasn't in the mood to answer a million questions tonight.“Yes?” He answered, hoping his tone deterred Rick from pursuing whatever line of interrogation he was about to begin.“Are you fighting with Mrs King?” He asked“Why?” Steven asked, even though it would have been obvious to anyone with how curt he had been all evening.“She looked like she was sick. Like someone had punched her in the stomach. And you’ve been making scary sounds too.” Rick plowed on.“Turn out the lights, buddy. I need to sleep.” Steven said.“Okay.” Rick conceded as he turned out the lights and brought the covers to his chin. He said nothing for so long, Steven sighed in relief. As he felt himself drifting to sleep, he heard Rick say,“Uncle Steve?”He ignored him, hoping Rick would take that as a sign to mean he was asleep and let him be.“Uncle Steve?”Arghh.“What do you wa
Marie struggled to maintain a neutral facial expression as Steven shot daggers at Rick.Uh oh. Somebody was in big trouble. She hadn't intended to trick Steven into eating any of her cookies. In fact, after he had rejected them, she had been content to package it and share with people in the office. She had even begun making donuts when Rick sauntered into the kitchen, asked for some cookies and asked her if he could give Steven some.“No. He said he didn't want any.” She had responded but Rick had said,“I bet he does. Granny says Alden is a stubborn old man. I think Uncle Steve is just like him. They have the same frown and everything.”Little Rick was right. Steven was just as grumpy as his grandfather.“I bet he wanted some cookies but was too stubborn to have some because he's fighting with you.”“Very astute of you to deduce, young detective.” She had said and then smiled as he took five cookies from the tray and asked her to follow him.“Where are we going?”“I want to show you
“You're glowing, Mrs King!” Rick said, as they say at the breakfast table, eating donuts and coffee for breakfast, and hot chocolate for Rick.If Amelia could see them now, feeding her beloved grandson donuts for breakfast, she'd probably have a coronary. But some days were like that and one day wasn't going to ruin his healthy living lifestyle.He smiled as Marie's face flushed a bright shade of red. No doubt, she hadn't expected to be called out like that by an eight year old who knew too much for his own good. Although, she was indeed glowing and he knew why.“You're also blushing, uncle Steve.” Rick, the impartial observer noted as he glanced at Steven. This prompted a snort of laughter from Marie and a mock glare from him.Who was he kidding? He was absolutely, ridiculously happy this morning.“I thought you were on my side, buddy?” Steven teased.“I am. Why do you think I gave Mrs. King the idea to give you the cookies?” He questioned, his face mirroring the impatience he felt.
“Babe, he’ll be fine. Just breathe.” Marie whispered as she walked Steven King to the hanger where Alden Kings Inc.’s private jet was waiting. It galled her that her fear of flying would prevent her from being physically present to support him.“I don't understand how this happened, Marie. I don't…”“Babe, he’ll be okay. Look at me, Steven.” She said, tugging on his chin so he looked her in the eye.“He’ll be fine, Babe.” Marie said.He pulled her into his arms and clasped her back in a firm hug.“I wish you could come with me.” He mumbled into her hair, before letting out a deep sigh.Could she go with him? She had been having therapy sessions but she wasn't ready yet, and she didn't want to get aboard and create extra problems for him.“I'm sorry, babe.” She whispered and he said,“It's fine. I shouldn't ask you to. I know if you could, you would have offered to come. I love you, Marie. I’ll be back once I get a hold of things. Zed’s in charge but keep an eye on him for me, please?