“Marie, you have to come into the house, please.”She shook her head sideways and averted her gaze. They had done this five times now and she showed no sign of relenting.“Marie…” He said, reaching out to touch her and flinching when she scooted backwards. It annoyed him that the bastard had laid his hands on her. One look at the jerk’s face and he had known that if he didn't step away, he would have spent the rest of his life in a slammer, serving a life sentence for murder. There were a lot of things he could have done better tonight. He could have insisted she texted him. Asked her out properly. Seized her phone. “I can't go in with you because you're mad at me, Steven.” Marie said, her voice shaking with the weight of unshed tears.Angry at her?“Marie, Baby. Why would I be mad at you?”“Because…” She said, shrugging her shoulders and looking away as fresh tears spilled from her eyes.What had the bastard said to her to make her this ashamed?“Baby… I'm not mad at you. I'm furiou
“So who's Jeff? Someone from her past?” James asked after Steven had narrated the events of the previous day to him.“I wish I knew, James. I wish I knew. It was so heartbreaking to watch. You needed to have been there, James. When she woke up in the morning and I asked her who Jeff was, she practically froze before telling me she didn't know who he was.”“Hmm,well, maybe it's too painful for her to think about yet. Made your move yet?”“No. And that's what upsets me about this so much. Because on top of what the stupid jerk has done to her, she has to deal with feeling like I'm not serious about us.”“What are you waiting for, City Boy?”“I just want it to be perfect, you know.”“Perfect, or you’re stalling?” “I am not. Really, that's not it. I just…” Steven massaged his temple and let out a huge sigh.“So do it…”“I will. I think I know just what to do.”“I can't believe you lied about Antonio having straight hair.” Steven said, as he saw the Alden Kings Inc. building come into foc
Marie ran her hands over the seams of her new cardigans, letting her fingers enjoy its rich texture.She couldn't keep it though. Nevermind that it was an Alexander McQueen design. 2,800 dollars for one cardigan was absurd, even for a billionaire. She smiled as she heard Steven's car pull into the driveway. She was wearing a red silk dress that fit snugly, and framed her back quite well. She had also curled her hair and deeply moisturized her skin. The only way she was getting Steven to return the cardigans was to distract him senseless. But even with that, she could only hope.She could hear him coming into the house. Throwing on a big robe, she got under the covers and waited for him in bed. As if on cue, Steven knocked on her door. “I'm not decent, Steven. Can you give me some minutes?” “You don't need to be, Love.” He said in a ridiculous baritone that had her chuckling.“Steven!”“Alright, alright. I’ll come back. Let me get out of these work clothes.”Marie smiled as she heard
“So don't freak out, Marie.”“Steven, tell me at once. What have you done?” Marie asked, clutching the front of his shirt.“Okay that feels good, Babe.” He said, his eyes glazing over again.“Steven!” “Okay okay. So I called Sandra…”“You? Called Sandra? You practically hate her!”“Ouch. I don't hate her. I just don't like her. Anyway, I called her and she may or may not have told me a certain story about how you met Adele four years ago but was too scared to go speak to her.”“Steve…”“Let me finish the story, Marie! So it got me thinking. Adele's doing a show in Madison Square next Thursday. Don't even get me started on how I came by that piece of information. But err, I got us these.”Steven watched Marie's eyes widened before she fell into a fit of giggles. “No no nope…” She said as she giggled into her hands. Steven had expected her to freak out but he didn't know what to make of this reaction. Sandra hadn't warned him about a reaction like this. In fact, even though she had gi
“Oh my goodness, Marie. You have to see the way he looks at me and touches me. I swear, Zed Norton is the one.”Steven rolled his eyes as Marie's laughter carried over to the kitchen where he was making dinner for them. He smiled at the thought that he had cooked more in the past weeks than he had in several years but he enjoyed cooking for Marie.At first, he had been confused by the connection between Sandra and Zed until he remembered Marie had told him about an accident or something.“Baby, dinner is almost ready. We’re eating in the kitchen, yeah?” He asked, ignoring Sandra's scowl as Marie nodded and smiled at him. She had better not invite that woman to dinner because he hadn't made enough for her. Maybe he would have if she hadn't started hounding him about hitting Marie the minute he walked through the door. She had even threatened to call the cops on him. Marie had thought she was being protective but he could see through her act. “So anyway. He’s absolutely glorious and I
Steven walked into Alden King’s room and saw the old man sitting up in bed, reading a magazine.“An unsolicited visit? Am I finally growing on you?” Alden asked as he placed the book aside.“Hello Alden. It's good to see you.” Steven King said, as he sat on the chair across the old man’s bed. For the first time in his life, he felt like it was good to see his grandfather. The tired lines around the man’s face nipped at his heart.“Did you drive all the way here to stare?” Alden asked, his hawk eyes sweeping over Steven.“Err.no… I have a situation and it's not with Alden Kings Inc. It's a personal matter.”“Okay?”“Marie and I started out with a fake marriage. Fake because it was for convenience and we didn't love each other. So she went out with this dude and he found out. He hit her too, so of course I had him locked up. But he's threatening to drag her name through mud. And I can't have that.”“I can see that look in your eyes. You're not killing anyone, Son.”“I didn't even say a
Marie's eyes ran over the card in her hand one more time. The first time she had read it, it had hit her that if anyone had told her that the grumpy Godzilla she had worked with all these years would one day be sending her a card with poetry he had written himself, she wouldn't have believed.Her eyes skimmed the short and sweet lines again,Roses are red, violets are blue.Give me a chance into your heart, to show you love is true.Stunning raven hairEyes radiant like the sunWill you be my love?As if that hadn't been enough, she received the loveliest flower arrangement she had ever received in her life, all these before she had even had the chance to brush her teeth. Excitedly, she had texted him a response,Stevennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!She had thought about putting more words but had decided not to. The man had taken his sweet time in asking her out and now it was time he had a taste of his own medicine. She was about to take a picture of her flowers and text to San
Steven felt the muscles jerk in his cheek as he listened to what Marie was saying. He couldn't believe that the jerk still had the courage to call Marie to threaten her after what he had done. Maybe it was time to run him out of town. Marie was looking at him now, hands akimbo as she waited for her answer. He hadn't returned home earlier for this; there was no way he was going to let Antonio put on a strain on them today.“Love, did you really think I was going to sit back and do nothing to the man who hit you?” Steven asked, his eyes blowing hot and his chin jutted forward.“But he already slept in jail, Steven.”“That's not nearly enough. He hit you, he made you cry, he said the most obscene things to you. He's lucky he isn't lying in a ditch somewhere.”He ventured a look on her face and spotted a smile she was fighting to hide. Deciding to capitalize on that weakness, he moved closer to her and took her in his arms.“I’m sorry he called you, Love. I’ll do something to make sure he
“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