‘’Well, you see…’’ Matt trailed off.
Sam rose a brow, suddenly catching up. The only friend who would do something like this was the one who always came to the cafe with him. The one who had- ‘’Gotten into that scandal?’’ she voiced out. ‘’That friend of yours? Haven Gray?’’
Matt’s nervous smile was the answer she needed.
She gapped, nearly tipping the vase behind her in surprise. ‘’That really handsome friend of yours?’’ She repeated.
Matt met her eyes. ‘’You don’t have to put it that way.’’
Sam had heard about the scandal between Catherine Hales and THE Haven Gray. Their news had circulated around the internet like wide-fire. She was surprised to find out that these two who rocked the world with their relationship suddenly called it off. Haven had claimed they decided to go their mutual ways due to some complicated reasons, but Sam knew that wasn’t the case. Well, she was one of the few who knew what really happened, thanks to her amazing investigative skills. Catherine had cheated. And on someone like Haven. Sam didn’t even want to believe when she first heard of it.
Well, she always knew that woman was up to no good.
‘’Look, I’d really want to play housewife, but I won’t,’’ She explained, sending an apologetic smile to her friend. ‘’Find someone else.’’
Matt groaned in defeat. ‘’That idiot’s going to kill me.’’
Just as he was thinking up his next option, the cafe door opened and a familiar face walked in, almost sluggishly. Matt immediately recognised her as the girl who had taken their order earlier this afternoon. Her strawberry blonde hair was hard not to remember. Her head was down, her movement slow. When she got to the counter, she raised her head and smiled at Sam.
‘’I don’t think I can do the night shift,’’ Her voice sounded like a whisper. Matt couldn’t help but wonder. She was looking lively hours ago. What happened to her?
‘’Why not?’’ Sam inquired. ‘’Something wrong?’’
The girl, Alexis, if he could remember correctly, shook her head. ‘’I don’t feel so good.’’
‘’Oh, in that case, go home and get some rest. I’ll call you,’’ Sam said, reaching over to pat her shoulder. Alexis gave a curt nod and turned. When she was out of the cafe, Matt turned to Sam.
‘’How about her?’’
‘’What is this? An auction?’’ Sam glared at him.
‘’Please, it won’t hurt to ask.’’
Sam paused momentarily, as if thinking about it. Then she sighed. ‘’Fine, I’ll ask.’’
Matt breathed out in relief, tackling her into a hug. ‘’Thank you.’’
She laughed, her expression suddenly stern. ‘’Just know this, if anything happens to her. There will another scandal.’’
Matt dismissed her threat, waving her off and looking ten times brighter than he did when he first walked in. ‘’Call me to know what she says, alright.’’
He headed out with a wave.
Sam shook her head, muttering an ‘idiot’ under her breath. Wiping her hands on her apron, she made her way towards her phone, hoping Alexis had gotten home already. After dialing down her number, she waited, tracing the flowery patterns on the wall as the phone rang.
On its fifth ring, Alexis finally picked up.
''No.'' Alexis replied firmly.
‘’Alexis, come on. I know you need the money,’’ Sam said. ‘’And with what you just told me, you need all the money you can get.’’
Alexis resisted the urge to hang up because she knew Sam was right. But she was no fool. Even though she lacked the experience of the real world, she had enough common sense to spot a shady situation when she saw one. The predicament that Sam’s friend was suddenly in smelled like trouble and she didn’t want to be a part of it.
‘’I value you as a friend and a boss, Sam,’’ Alexis began, looking up from her contact list. She was looking for who to call when Sam had called. ‘’But I can’t involve myself with a desperate guy who wouldn’t just tell his mother the plain truth.’’
''It seems to be a complicated thing.'' Sam sighed. ‘’And I own this guy, well, I own Matt.’’
‘’Then why don’t you do it instead?’’ Alexis ran a hand through her hair. ‘’I don’t even know the guy.’’
‘’I’m sure you do. He’s a regular,’’ Sam said.
‘’Doesn’t change anything.’’
‘’He’ll pay you triple then.’’ Alexis’ ear perked up. She could almost hear
Sam grin in a silent ‘gotcha.’ ‘’In fact, any amount you want.’’‘’You’re lying.’’
‘’I’m not. This guy is an hotshot.’’
Alexis remained silent. After a few minutes, she exhaled rather loudly and groaned. ‘’Fine. I’ll do it.’’
Sam sounded relieved. ‘’I knew you’d agree. I’ll send you his details.’’
‘’Fine, whatever.’’ Alexis hung up. Immediately, her phone rang. It was a message from Sam. ‘’That was fast.’’
Sam told her that a guy named Matt would call her tomorrow morning and take her to go meet Haven Gray, her ‘fake husband.’
Haven Gray? Why did his name sound familiar?
‘’Might as well start getting prepared.’’ she said, going into her wardrobe.
Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
‘’The plans for the construction have begun smoothly. We’ve estimated a budget and we are ready to move. All we need is your signature now sir.’’
Haven looked up from his phone to see nervous eyes staring at him anticipatingly. Johnson, the one who had given the construction review, stared at Haven, visibly worried for his response. Haven blinked. He had almost forgotten he was in a meeting. He coughed lightly, straightening up in his seat. ‘’When do the constructions starts?’
"I actually believed that we would eventually have to take sides.” Marcus could vividly recall the memories. He had been friends with Haven since high school, witnessing his journey through a painful breakup with his college girlfriend, who had betrayed him by getting involved with his roommate. Smoothly flowing friendship marked by shared experiences and challenges. The betrayal had caused Haven to build walls so high that they appeared insurmountable. His innate warmth and optimism were buried beneath layers of protective cynicism. When Fiona first re-introduced Alexis to their friend group few months ago, Marcus noticed the same wounded walls in her. Fresh from calling off her engagement to a man who had gradually tried to suppress her sparkle, in an effort to control her better, Alexis was portraying a demeanor characterized by sharp edges and cautious aloofness. Haven and Alexis moved around each other cautiously, like two wary cats, drawn to each other yet filled with insecurit
The park seemed hushed, only the little giggles from the children playing and the jogging steps from around the park seemed to be the only sound apart from the heartbeat of both Haven and Alexis. Haven and Alexis sat across from each other, their gazes locked. Time seemed to stand still as they simply were, their presence filling the space with a quiet intensity. Haven's heart pounded in his chest. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, every detail, every nuance, striking him with a fresh sense of wonder. Her eyes, a deep, captivating brown, held a universe of emotions. He could get lost in them for hours, exploring the depths of her soul. Alexis, too, was lost in the moment. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a comforting familiarity that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Haven’s gaze was steady and kind, a stark contrast to the chaos that often surrounded her. In his eyes, she saw acceptance, understanding, and
Haven's throat was fixed. He knew precisely what she meant—how they had both lost themselves in the splits and cleft of their fizzled marriage, getting to be individuals they didn’t recognize. "Do you ever think," he said, his voice scarcely capable of being heard, "about what us?" Alexis gave him a sidelong look, her expression softening. "All the time." They fell into a pensive quiet, the kind that comes as it were when two individuals share a history as well complicated for words. "I think," Alexis began gradually, "we were trying so hard to be what we thought the other needed that we overlooked to be ourselves." Haven gestured, her words resounding deeply. "No doubt. I thought I had to be this culminating supplier, continuously solid, continuously in control. But I wasn't truly letting you in. I see that now." "And I kept trying to be this perfect spouse," Alexis included with a little, self-deprecating snicker. "I needed to demonstrate that I was enough, that I coul
Alexis let out a little, severe giggle. “I never stopped caring, Haven. That’s the problem.” The genuineness in her voice cut through him like a knife, more sharp than any offended she may have tossed his way. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “If you never stopped caring, why did you leave?” She hesitated, her expression tormented. “Because I was tired of waiting for you to choose me.” Haven felt the air leaving his lungs as if she had punched him. “What are you talking about? I was continuously there.” “You were physically there,” Alexis whispered, “but your heart was someplace else. Continuously working, continuously building. I needed more than that.” He closed his eyes, blaming wrapping around him like chains. He had worked himself to the bone to donate them both a great life, believing it would be enough. But in the process, he had missed the foremost vital thing—her. “I thought I was doing it for us,” he said, his voice overwhelming with lament.
A minute, the walls around her heart trembling but not very falling. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might take another step. “Yeah,” she said unobtrusively. “I think I do.” Haven leaned back in his leather chair, checking the numbers on his laptop screen with a tired but fulfilled smile. Business was good, better than ever, in reality. Growing his firm had been one of the most risky choices of his life, but the payoff had surpassed his expectations. However, even in the midst of his proficient victory, a gloomy hurt remained underneath the surface, one that wasn’t so effortlessly relieved by benefits and development charts. He tapped a number of keys to distract himself and ran a hand down his face. He had a whole lot to do on his plate for the upcoming investors meeting that could serve as a major boost for the future of his company. His company that suffered a downgrade after the divorce with Alexis was slowly getting recognized and becoming a better version of itself.Outside the wide
She moved awkwardly in her seat, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s easier that way. In case you don’t expect anything, you can’t get hurt.” Dr. Patel inclined forward marginally, her hands resting on the armrests of her chair. “It sounds like you’ve built walls around yourself to secure against dissatisfaction. But those walls also make it difficult for people to associate with you, don't they?” Alexis collapsed her arms firmly over her chest. “Yeah, well. it’s not like anyone’s trying that hard, anyway.” “Do you think that’s true?” Dr. Patel inquired tenderly. “Or is that something you tell yourself since it feels safer?” Alexis looked absent, jaw fixing. “What difference does it make? They give up inevitably. Friends, boyfriends. everybody. It continuously happens.” Dr. Patel let a minute of hush hang between them before she spoke. “Tell me about your last relationship.” Alexis moaned, rubbing her sanctuaries. “Do we have to?” “I think it could help us learn mor