“I don't want it, Steven. Honest.” Marie said, leaving forward and holding her hands together in a plea.“Why?” Steven asked in his usual dominating tone now that they were alone and there was no need to pretend.“I just don't. It's too expensive, Steven… I can't…”“Expensive? Marie, I know you were going to make a fuss about money and got an i8.”Was he serious? Had he been considering a more expensive car? She shuddered as the thought of owing him that much crossed her mind.“I just…can’t.” She said, dropping her eyes to her dress and wrapping her arms around herself. How could she make him understand? If he loved her, then maybe she would have been able to accept his gift but everything between them was fake. How could she accept gifts that were born out of a fake, and contractual marriage? What she wanted was for Steven to love her, not buy her expensive cars. Maybe she wanted both but she wanted his love more than any car. “What are you thinking about?” Steven said, a slight f
Steven kept his eyes closed for the rest of the journey even though he wasn't sleeping or able to rest. When he had thought about this plan and proposed it to Marie, it had seemed like a walk in the park. Just pretend to be married for a couple of months till the account acquisition was established and then end things. But he was growing wary at the way things were progressing with them. Reminding himself why he had the rules that he was never going to get involved with anyone he worked with wasn't helping as much as it used to and Steven was worried about that.There were unguarded moments where Steven caught himself feeling like he could get used to the idea of being with Marie and it rankled him. Marie was off-limits. He wasn't losing the best work asset in hopes of what would end as a stupid fling. Knowing Marie, if she found out what he was thinking now, she would fling the car door open and hightail it out of here.Taking in a labored breath, Steven recalled the real reason wh
Marie shook her head to dispel the thoughts flying around in her head. When had she fallen in love with him? The truth is that Marie couldn't remember. Right from the first time she had seen him during the orientation when he gave the scary speech, Marie had found him attractive. As he spoke, the curls on his wavy hair had bounced against his eyes, and Marie had found herself lost in the intensity in those warm brown eyes. People said the eyes could tell you who a person was, and Marie had seen that in Steven. She had never met someone so driven and intense. Even though she had seen the restlessness that most creatives had in Alden, she hadn't expected it to be cranked up in his grandson. The longer she worked with him, the more she started to fall for him. He was always there, and that was the quality Marie sought the most in people. Consistency. It made her feel safe. And Steven had consistently made her a part of his life this past ten years. How could she not love him?“Marie? C
“It's not my boyfriend.” Marie replied, deciding to be coy. She watched Steven’s eyes for a reaction but could find none.“Right, let's get back into it.” He said, looking into the binder.“Favorite color?” He asked.“None.” She replied. Steven said nothing as he wrote in the binder. Curious to see what he had written, she leaned over to get a clearer glance but was too slow as Steven had placed his fingers over it.“Let me see!” She cried, giggling and straightening up when he continued to cover it. As she raised her head, she found herself lost in Steven’s eyes. She knew she should look away but couldn't bring herself to do it, and Steven wasn't looking away either. She saw his gaze drop to his lips and her mouth went dry. She leaned forward to kiss him when she remembered what his friend, James, had said.The fake wife. What was she doing? He didn't love her and their relationship was going nowhere. Feigning a yawn, she retracted to her initial position. Clearing his throat, Steve
“Stevennnnnnnnn!” Marie bellowed, as she ran out of the room, clutching her cardigan and her purse in her hands. “Marie? What is it?” Steven asked, panting, as he bounded down the stairs that led to her.“I have to leave now! Sandra is in trouble. I just got a call from someone who used her cell to call me. She's messed up pretty bad in a bar somewhere. He's scared that someone might take advantage of her. I need to go because it's all my fault!”“Okay, calm down Marie. Where is she?”“At the Runtown Bar. I’ll go myself to get her.”“ I don't know, Marie. It's pretty late. Can’t the said person drive her home? Do you have to leave?”Seeing that Steven was serious about keeping her here tonight, Marie channeled all the emotions she had about her situation with Sandra into her voice.“No! I have to leave. Now! She's my best friend! I can't let her end up in some ditch somewhere when I could have helped.”“Calm down, Marie. You're not kidnapped. You can leave if you have to. I’ll just g
Cursing under his breath at his cruel luck, Steven pulled into the parking lot at his grandfather’s house. He hadn't been to see Alden in several months and that meant he was going to get an earful from the old man about how he was running the business. With Alden, no one could do it better than him, and everyone else was doing it wrong but him.Steven shuddered to think about how his grandfather would react to the news of the leakages that had besieged the business in the last few months. He also hadn't told his grandfather he had gotten married as he hadn't seen the need to inform him. Steven had tried to reach his father several times to tell him the news but William hadn't been able to take his calls.However, after Marie had left, he tossed and turned on his bed, thinking about how willing she was to risk her safety to rescue a friend. He hadn't been able to sleep and had decided to visit his grandfather. Seeing the old man when he was still shaken up by his heart attack was prob
Steven frowned as Sarah, his housekeeper drew the drapes open and caused light to filter into his eyes. Sitting up in bed, he ran his hand through his hair and threw his shirt over his head.Sarah stood at the foot of the bed, waiting with a steaming cup of green tea and a message.“Mr Cordon is here to see you, Sir.”Steven rolled his eyes. It was exactly like James to show up at his house without a call.Dragging himself out of bed, he walked to the living room on his private floor (where no one but him and his staff were allowed) and found James sitting and looking smug while reading an Ad magazine.His cell beeped in his pocket, and a fleeting glance revealed a text from Amelia informing that Alden was stable and thanking him for coming.Like he had had a choice in the matter. Wincing as a sharp pain pierced his head, he took a sip of his green tea and walked over to where James sat.“This had better be worth getting me out of bed for.” Steven said as he sat across from James, r
Marie awakened to the sound of frantic knocks on her door. She felt so sure that if she tried to stand up, she’d keel over right there at the foot of her bed.Was it the alcohol? The tension with Alden? What exactly had triggered this aggressive bout of pain and fever that now ravaged her body?She had tried to call Sandra but so far her best friend hadn't called back or shown up. The frantic knocking was not letting up and Marie was curious to see who it was. Was it Sandra? But Sandra knocking made no sense as her best friend had her own key. “Marie!”A voice that sounded very familiar called out from her doorstep. But it couldn't possibly be. What would Steven King be doing here on a Sunday? Was he here to pick up his car?“Marie!”Willing herself to stand up, Marie dragged herself, blankets and all and walked to the front door. Steven was at her doorstep and he wasn't alone. Had he discovered that she had been at Alden’s place last night? It was only after she had climbed into bed