"Okay, go ahead and change before you catch a cold," Mr. Stevens said.
"You, too, you need to eat and take the medicine!" Ryan stipulated, making the old man with curly grey hair roll his eyes. "Grandfather!" he snapped."Yeah, yeah, I will." Mr. Stevens disappeared slowly, holding his button that aided his limping caused by a minor stroke."What a stubborn old man," Ryan mumbled."I heard that!" Stevens grunted.Moments later, Ryan ventured back inside the guest's bedroom. He wanted to check on her before calling it a day. She was deeply lost in a slumber, her long, golden-brown hair tied up into a ponytail.A soft, stirred sigh escaped Ryan, wondering all over again on what she was possibly doing in that rain. He simply huffed, arms folded across his chest, not knowing what to reckon on the matter. It was strange.Sighing, he marched over and pulled the covers to her neck, his eyes taking in the proper sight of her. Well, she looked normal, he thought. And she was . . . pretty? He shrugged, for he'd seen way more pleasant women than she was.And suddenly the sound of a phone call buzzing shot his eyebrow up. It was coming from that lady's bag, he comprehended.Unhurriedly, Ryan grabbed the backpack and fished out the phone that was still in good shape, despite the odds. He checked the screen and it was someone named 'bestie'. He glowered a bit, before sliding the receiver."Finally you have decided to turn on your filthy phone, huh?" A female voice rose, making Ryan frown incredulously.He'd even moved the phone away from his ear so as to recover from the sharp voice of that bestie. Women! He smirked.Clearing his throat, Ryan started, "Um—""Hey, do you have any idea how worried we are? Where are you?" the lady kept shouting.Sighing, Ryan uttered, "I'm sorry, but the owner of this phone had a minor accident, so—""What? An accident?" she snapped."Well—""What happened? Is she okay?" she interrupted him, and he frowned hard.Damn it! Couldn't she let him finish? Ryan thought irritably."I'm not sure exactly," he articulated, annoyed, and explained how she'd found her."Long story short, your bestie is fine." He shook his head, exhausted."But hey, how can I trust you, huh?" she asked, irritating him further.Just how did he get himself into this? He nearly blurted out."Hellow?" she repeated."You have no other choice but to do it, that's all I can say," Ryan snorted. "Do you actually think I'd pick up your call if I had any intention of killing her?""Huh?""Yeah, or what else are you suggesting that I could possibly do to her?""Well . . ." She stammered, and within a second or two, another voice filled Ryan's ear."Excuse me." It was an old, male voice. Ryan's face twisted bemused as he made a small pace. "How is my Claire? Is she doing okay?""Yes, she will be fine when she wakes up in the morning," Ryan replied, trying hard to be polite."Thank you," the old man said. "Thank you very much for helping her.""No problem," Ryan retorted. "In case you're worried, I'm calling from Kerensky Stevens' residence," he said reassuringly."Oh, I know the place," the old man replied and they talked for a while until they hung up.Ryan placed the phone on the nightstand. A soft sigh escaped him as he contemplated the whole predicament. His gaze naturally found the sleeping beauty, making his lips part."Claire, huh?" Ryan muttered, his eyes watching the sleeping woman. "Interesting." His smile was sly.The storm had finally passed. A beautiful morning came. Colorful flowers made the garden alive as the shining sun rays penetrated the windows, brightening every corner of that huge classic mansion.Waking up with fatigue, Claire found herself in quite a strange place. Instinctively, her eyes faced the white ceiling above, the image coming out blurred, and her heart skipped a beat right away.Was she dead? What was this place? She asked herself, panic pooled in her face.The cemetery . . . Bruno . . . the rain . . . And . . . Oh, she was thirsty.Clearing her dry throat, while attempting to get up, the memory of last night came back so vividly. It was all clear, except the part of her being rescued. However, she could also remember the feeling of being held into some strong arms amid the rainfall."Oh God," she breathed, struggling to stand up from the bed."Take it easy, miss," a soft voce muttered, surprising Claire. A woman walked in, holding a stack of towels or something before putting it down. "How are you feeling? You were burning with fever a while ago, and I had to sponge you a little.""I'm fine, but my body aches all over." Claire was helped into a seat by the old lady. "What happened, and where am I?" she asked in a scratchy voice, looking around the Victorian style bedroom."You don't remember?" the old lady, who was the housekeeper, queried."Not much," said Claire."I think you had an accident and my boss helped you." The lady explained the situation, before introducing herself as Martha. "Here, drink this." She handed Claire a cup of ginger tea."Thank you, Martha," Claire said, smiling faintly. So they helped her? She muttered inside. "I'm sorry for the troubles I caused you all." She glanced at Martha apologetically."It's okay," Martha said softly, her smile warm. She was short and plump. "I've prepared you a warm bath and clothes; Mr. Stevens and his grandson are waiting downstairs."Mr. Stevens? Grandson? They were all confusing Claire but she chose to keep calm."Um, thank you," she murmured, taking a small sip of her tea."Well then, call me if you need anything," Martha said, and with a nod from Claire, she disappeared.Being left all alone now, Claire slowly abandoned the tea and paced towards the large window. She at least managed to smile at the sight of a green garden filled with flowers. However, the idea of meeting the Stevens made her a little nervous.The gym room! It suddenly crossed Claire's mind that she hadn't checked the gym room. Claire's eyes rested straight on Ryan when she entered the gym room. He was drenched in sweat, earphones on his ears, while running frustrated on the treadmill. It was crystal clear to Claire that he'd been doing this for a very good while. Her heart was pounding fast as she looked at him—at his wide back. The room was huge and spacious. It was serenely painted in white and light grey. A few workout machines were installed, including the treadmill near the wide window where Ryan was currently stationed. On the wooden floor lay two yoga mattresses, dumbbells, and medicine balls. Sighing, Claire slowly shut the door behind her and paced towards Ryan, who was extremely absentminded to even discern her presence in the room. She reached the treadmill and took a few steps to announce her presence. And he finally took notice of her. "Ryan," Claire called slowly, carefully, standing before his eyes. A
Being alone with Denis, inside the car, Claire could only think of the rides she'd had with Ryan.This felt different—awkward even— and she had to think twice before responding to whatev er Denis was rumbling about."Okay, I'm hereby dropping you home, safe and sound," he announced sassily once they arrived at Claire's."Are you sure you can't come in? The evil step mom will be very happy to see you," Claire said sarcastically."No, thanks, I'll pass," he replied defensively. Claire managed to laugh heartily. "Thanks for tonight; I had a terrific welcome back dinner." His tone softened, his eyes beaming."Um, pleasure," Claire answered. "I . . .guess I'll see you around. Have a good night?" She had nothing else to say, and the atmosphere was getting tense from the way Denis was staring at her.It was a longing stare."Sure. Be good." He smiled tightly, a wave of sadness crossing his face.When she walked inside the gate it was nearly eight. A sigh escaped her lungs as she stopped by t
Claire was with Denis around six in the evening.While seated across one another in the restaurant, Claire finally spoke after a long uneasy silence. "Do you realize you've been staring at me for minutes now?" she asked, trying to get rid of the small discomfort of his eyes devouring her."I know," Denis replied with a smile. "I guess I'm trying to encode this new you. You have really changed, Claire; you are so beautiful."Here it comes. Claire sighed."Was I ugly back then? Because I think that's what you're insinuating." She took a sip of water from the table.Denis chuckled. "No, you've always been beautiful, trust me. But you look more mature now, and you're glowing in some ways I can't explain." He tried to continue flattering her, but the maître d' interrupted with the menu. Denis looked at Claire and asked, "What would you like to eat?""Anything," Claire replied, her tummy responding with a faint grumble.If Ryan was here, he would definitely have something to say about it. S
Ryan was in his office going through several reports involving the remodeling project.Earlier this morning he had the pleasure of visiting the site, and the progress was visible. Heavy machines and equipment were active all over the place, with all the workers as busy as required."I found another one in Montesby. It's our new target," Ryan said while closing the file he'd been reading.Doris and Harry were also present in his office, and none of the other two seemed surprised by this news. Ryan always had a back-up plum—whether by luck or chance."Oh, finally we're kicking that bastard!" Harry was ecstatic. "Is it great?"Great was an understatement. Fuck, that land was a goldmine! Location itself was to die for—somewhere near the sea—and the look of it was already breathtaking without anything built yet. Ryan wondered if the owner was ready and willing to sell it. If not, he'd move heaven and earth to get the sale, by any means humanly possible."It's perfect for just anything," Ry
Ryan yielded completely into her embrace, and it was something new. He was only human, Claire thought. Right now he was like a baby, afraid to lose his security item."I'll try to be normal," he whispered, hugging her back tightly.Claire regretted mentioning that. Was he always this sensitive?"No, don't," she rebuked. "I want you to be yourself, Ryan. Forget what I said, huh?" Ryan sighed. "Look, I have my demons . . . but you take me as I am. It was very stupid of me to say such a thing, Ryan. Forgive me.""Really now?" Ryan raised his head, amusement evident on his face.Yes, that was her Ryan. Claire smiled."I mean, let's do things naturally. Let's not push beyond limits, and this discussion is over," she said seriously. "Let's take a shower and get in bed.""And then talk like middle school kids?" Ryan finally spoke in the same mocking tone that Claire knew by heart."We can even have a pajama party while at it," she teased.The shower was long and refreshing. Inside the dressi
"Okay, Claire, do you want me to undress your seatbelt or something?" Ryan asked after a long moment of silence.Oh, they were home already! Claire smiled as her eyes met the parking lot."It's okay, I can do it," she muttered."Or we can't just work on your fantasy instead," Ryan teased.Claire rolled her eyes at him. "I'm starting to regret telling you that, Ryan. You're being too sex-driven." She unbuckled her seatbelt."We both are, Claire." Ryan was amused, happy to have her right now."Maybe, but I'd rather use that huge car of yours instead of this," Claire suggested playfully, biting her bottom lip at the thought."The Vogue?""Yeah, that one," Claire said."Well, that's a fair point. It's huge and spacious," Ryan said thoughtfully, and Claire couldn't contain her laugh. "So we're saving for another time?""Yeah, for tonight I want something decent.""Something decent? What is this, Claire? Are you suggesting I've been molesting you all this while?" Ryan laughed heartily sayin