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
“Wow.”Steven rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear James as he pulled out of Marie's driveway.“I don't know this area very well. I hope we find a Deli close by. I doubt she’s had anything to eat.” He said.“Wow, City Boy. I’m not letting you off that easily. No way. You never told me about this fake wife of yours.”Feeling prickly at the way James was looking at him, Steven started at the road and said nothing.“You never told me she was such a hottie, and so beautiful.”He shot James a side eye as he made a turning to his left and parked in the parking lot of a place called True Deliciousness Deli. Hoping they lived up to their name, he took out his card and alighted from the car without a word. James, alighted and walked beside him into the Deli. Grabbing a menu, he joined the short line and waited his turn. James stood behind him, chuckling and pressing his finger into Steven's shoulder as he did so.“What?” Steven asked, knowing that James wouldn't let up until he shared wha
Steven sat in Marie’s living room with James, hoping she was getting the food into her body somehow. Whipping his phone from his back pocket, he composed a short Email informing the Kazuko Inc. staff of their situation and updating them that they would be coming in on Wednesday. He was just about to keep his phone away when he received an Email from Zed about the Cheggo Foods meeting. “Everything alright?” James asked, muting the volume on the TV.“Yeah, work problems. One of my executives has offered to take a meeting I was supposed to sit in on. It’s quite clear I can’t make it now but I keep having this feeling I have to be in it.”“You can join in virtually, can’t you?” James asked, raising his eyebrows.“I should be able to but it’ll rub the key stakeholders the wrong way. They’ve been trying to get me in the room for quite a while but with the craziness of the past few months, it hasn't happened yet.”“Well, do you trust this Exec to handle the meeting?”“I do but I wanted to b
“Marie, are you okay?”“Yes.” She responded, wiping the tears off her face with the back of her palm. Clearing her throat, she reached for the glass of water by her side and took a gulp. Why would Sandra return her things in a box like mementos from a bad relationship she wished to forget?“Can I come in?” Steven asked from outside the door. Why was he still here?“Yes.” She answered. She hadn't felt this exhausted in years. “How are you feeling?” Steven asked, hovering at the foot of her bed, with deep furrows in his eyebrows and forehead.“I'm okay.” She said, cradling the box in her hands and looking away as she didn't trust herself not to start crying again. Steven had seen enough for today. She had taken out her illness on him all day and he had been surprisingly patient with her. “You're crying, Marie. You have been, all day.”“I’m fine.” She replied, her tone sounding more gruff than she had intended. Unperturbed, Steven plunked on the bed beside her. Hugging her knees to her
Wiping the sheen of perspiration wetting her eyebrows, Marie willed herself not to turn to look at the man whose jutting hip was now touching hers. Why did every little contact light up a fire inside her? They had met the day before to conclude on the details of their love story and he had taken her shopping, stating that cardigans and pants wouldn't do for the getaway, and she had been embarrassed by the warmth that had spread through her when he touched her.It was a six hour drive from Albany to Kingston, Maine where the retreat center was located. She knew the only reason Steven had opted to make this a car trip was because of her deathly fear of flying. Peering at him from the corner of her eyes, Marie felt a rush of emotions. A hand was draped across the seat, while the other was typing something into his cell. She watched the way his curls bounced against his eyes and had to stifle the urge to lock her fingers in them. How she could be feeling so stimulated by his nearness an
Steven cursed under his breath as he thought about the words he had said to Marie. She didn't deserve those words even though her repulsion at sharing a bed with him had stung. Why had it stung so much?Taking deep breaths to ease the tightening in his chest, Steven dragged the bags that belonged to him and Marie to the center of the room. When he had arrived at her house to pick her up this morning, his eyes had widened in surprise at how beautiful she looked in the sundress she was wearing. Her perfect black hair had fallen to her shoulders and for someone who had been terribly sick two days ago, she had looked and smelled like heaven. Shaking his head to dispel the unwanted thoughts, Steven took his laptop out of his bag. Even with his OOO Email, he was sure that countless Emails had been pouring in since he last checked, such was the life of a CEO of an Advertising agency, especially one as big as Alden Kings Inc.Glancing at his watch, he saw that the time was almost 2PM. Picki
“What is it?” A worried Marie asked, the concern ringing in her voice as she sat up in bed.“We’ve been invited to Karaoke.” Steven replied, his tone deadpan.That was the reason the man was looking like he had swallowed a snake? Because he had to sing in front of people? Not that she had ever heard him since once in the ten years they had known each other. Maybe he was terrified that he wouldn't be able to carry a tune.“Steven, if it's just Karaoke, why do you look like someone's died?“Whose idea is it to make us do all these activities? How exactly is this supposed to trigger or ‘Zing’?” He asked.Marie climbed down from the bed, shaking her head side to side while she came to stand beside him. “Ooh great, we’re number two. Low chance of someone stealing our song.”“Marie, we aren't doing this.”Placing her hands on her hips, Marie turned to glare at him.“Steven, weren’t you giving me a lecture this morning about putting in our best? Are you going to let a little singing stop y
“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