Marie's fingers drummed on the steering wheel as she waited for the light to turn green. When it did, she honked to signal the driver in front of her.Where was his mind? As soon as he moved, Marie slid forward and tore across the road. The sooner she got to Alden Kings Inc., the better for her. A few moments later, the great white building loomed before her and she drove into the parking lot. As expected, only a few cars were littered around. How could a place she had been in over a thousand times in the last ten years make her so nervous?Trying to take a deep breath but failing, she sighed and unhooked her seat belt. Whatever was waiting for her in Steven King’s office wouldn't go away so she might as well face it.Dread shoved aside, Marie soaked in the peace and quiet. The usual hustle and bustle of people coming in and going out, and the normal office clatter was absent. She wished it could be like this every day but knew that was a tall dream.“I don't have all day, you know.
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