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
By the time Steven had changed to house clothes and came back downstairs, Marie and Sarah had assembled lunch.“Oh there you are.” She said, her eyes perusing his bare, muscular arms before drifting back to his face. He could see her embarrassment so decided to let it slide.“I’m starving, Love. What are we having for lunch?”“You’ll see…” She said, ignoring Sarah who was trying to help and hoisting the tray herself. She gestured at him to bring the wine and glasses along.“Thank you, Sarah but you heard the Madam, I had better carry this myself.” Sarah smirked at him as she excused herself.“What's the plan, Ma’am?”Steven asked once he placed the wine and glasses beside the tray. Marie flashed all thirty two pearly whites at him before climbing into his lap, facing him. She counted on her fingers,“So we're going to eat while watching two incredibly sappy rom coms. Zip. I don't want to hear it, Steven. My date, my rules. Then I was thinking that if you somehow managed to behave you
Marie jumped as his father's tall frame came through the hallway to where they sat in front of the TV. William King was holding a carryall in his left hand. She winced as she noticed that muddy imprints had trailed his steps from the door. She hazarded a glance to Steven who didn't look exactly excited or embarrassed, he looked a little closer to being upset instead.Pulling her back to the chair, he kissed the side of her head and then rose with her to meet his father's gaze.“Dad, it's a surprise to see you. I thought you were offshore?”“Wow, Son. If I didn't know better, I'd think you’re not happy to see your old man. Come and give me a hug, my boy.”Marie bit back a smile as the boy in question trudged to where his father stood and gave him a hug. William King made a good show of clasping Steven and thumping him on the back several times before releasing him. William all but ignored Marie until Steven pulled her forward.“You’ve met my wife,” He said, gripping her firmly against