“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
“What I meant was that I would have felt better if I was getting married for real. To a man who loves me.” She said, as she dusted invisible specks of dust off her dress.Relieved, Steven let out a sigh. The last thing he needed was Marie getting attached to him. The only Marie he wanted in his life was the one who wore awful cardigans, and did her job well. “I asked because that's what you can expect the press to ask. You do know there will be interviews once we go public?”“Hold on Steven, you never said anything about going public. You said it was fake!” Marie spat.“ Fake, Marie. Not hidden. And the fakeness of it stays between us.”Her recurring terror was beginning to get on his nerves. If she had agreed to do this, why did she keep acting up?“I would feel better if we had this conversation with you sitting across from me like you always do.”“Nothing doing, Marie. I'm your husband now, you have to get used to being with me in close proximity.”“I thought that was in public wh
Reclining in his seat, Steven closed his eyes and massaged his temple with both hands. It was ironic that the woman who had started this whole act was beginning to act like a woman scorned. Was he the one who had walked up to her in a room full of people they worked with and entangled him in a passionate kiss? It was becoming annoying that he had to seduce her to get her into character, and that he had to deal with her tears and tantrums.He picked up his phone to text her when he saw Ellen, Head of Events at Alden Kings Inc. walk into his office with a worried expression on her face. “Sorry to bother you, Steven, I don’t have an appointment but I swear I heard muffled sobs as I walked past the bathroom just now and I think Marie is hurt.”“She is?” Steven said, injecting the right note of alarm into his voice as he stood and followed Ellen to the bathroom where Marie was crying.“Marie, honey. Are you hurt?” Steven asked as he knocked on the bathroom door. “No, thank you, Steven.
Marie saw the way Ellen had turned on Steven and bit back a laugh. Served him right for the way he had treated her earlier today. But if she was being honest, he had more than made up for it with the public announcement. Feeling sorry for him, she moved closer to him, poked his hair playfully and said,“Men. This one right here is in a class all by himself. Can’t even remember his social security number. But I don't mind. He pays me back in other ways.” Ellen’s look softened as she smiled at Marie.“I know what you mean. Been married for thirty years and he still can’t tell the birthday and anniversary apart.”“Just doesn’t come as easily for us.” Steven replied as he chuckled.“You know what Ellen, let’s do it.” Steven said, ignoring Marie who was shaking her head in disapproval.“Wow, that leaves me about three days. There’s so much to do but I’ll pull it off. Don’t worry, Marie…”“You really don’t have to…”, Marie began“Shhhhhhh baby, let her do this for us. You deserve it.” Stev
“So I haven’t been straight with you,” Steven said as Marie spooned a mouthful of risotto into her mouth. Marie closed her eyes as she savored the explosion of flavors in her mouth. Never in her life had she had risotto that had tasted this good. She opened her eyes to see Steven King staring at her with an amused expression on his face. Had she made an ugly sound? Did she have rice on her chin?“What?” She asked, rubbing her chin.“Nothing. I was saying that I haven’t been straight with you.”“Okay, how so?” Marie asked, her eyes boring holes into his.“After you kissed me at the party, I was ready to fire you because you know my rules but I got an email that made me rethink.”An email? Had he finally discovered her link to Alden King? Was this dinner some kind of malicious plot to deal with her? Oh God,what if he had poisoned her food? Marie felt her stomach flutter as the disturbing thoughts barraged her mind.“So, I know you’re going to be upset but..”Wait a minute. She was going
Marie winced as she recalled Sandra’s words from last night.“What do you mean you’re married to Steven King? He was my husband!” She had screamed as Marie had stood across from her pacing.The discussion had gone even worse than Marie had expected it to go, and she had prepared for the wrath that was sure to follow when she told Sandra about her and Steven King. Several times during their agreement last night, it had been on the tip of her tongue to tell her bestfriend that the marriage was fake, like hers had been but she had felt a kind of restraint not to. Besides, Steven had never touched Sandra after their kiss at the Notary's office but was going to be making public appearances with her.Marie had apologized a million times yesterday for loving Steven, and for marrying Steven. If she was being honest, Marie felt conflicted about Sandra's reaction. Sandra knew that about her giant crush on Steven King, and she didn't understand why her friend couldn't be happy for her.Last nig
There was no bloody way Steven King was serious about the box in her hand.“I told you that you would love it. Would you like to see it?” Steven asked, beckoning on her to follow him. Shaking her head, Marie tried to string a coherent sentence together.“Steven, you can't give me this. I can't accept it.” Acting like he hadn't heard a word she said, Steven King continued walking to where a shiny Navy blue BMW was parked.“I know you did not buy me a new car, Steven. Especially not an i8. Is this a joke?” Marie asked, standing hands akimbo.“I did, Mrs King. Want to take it for a spin?”“No! Here, take it back. I can't accept this, Steven.”“Why not? It's your birthday gift, Marie. I’ve never given you one. Consider it a culmination of the past years.” Steven said as Marie shook her head harder.Steven was rolling his eyes but she didn't care. He wasn't going to thrust this expensive car on her as a gift. It wasn't something she could return if he changed his mind. And besides, she did