As much as I want you out of here, I want to know what happened that day we went out” “You don't remember?" "I mean, I do. I just want to know how many drinks you ordered,” she chuckled. "You mean how many drinks you ordered?” he replied. “Okay, quit the suspense and just talk" He chuckled and took up the glass from the table. "You actually were the only one who made orders that night. I only foot the bill” Maren scoffed in amusement. "Really? I couldn't move the next morning and I really can't remember the details” "Well, it sounds to me like you had fun." “Yeah, but honestly, I really don't want to do that again. Not so hard next time." "Next time?” The question hung in the air as Maren stared at him, searching his face for a confirmation that she’d just said something shitty, but his face just held a smirk. The initial fear she had for him the first time she saw him suddenly crept in again. “I was just saying. It's just a—” “I know," he interrupted and focus
Maren was now certain something was up with Alexander, and kissing her was just a way to distract her from it—it worked, though. But only for that moment. What she knew was he was trying to get with her by any means, but what she didn't know was why? Did he actually want her, or would he get something if she got back to him? And what did he mean by you don't understand? Why was he so paranoid about Kendrick—’Okay, stop it, stop it’, she reminded herself. ‘You’re not going to let him put bad thoughts about Kendrick into your head’ If she was being honest with herself, she really did love Alexander till he fucked it all up. But that kiss—that kiss was heavenly, and it reminded her of the wonderful memories they'd shared. Now, she was deeply interested in Kendrick, even if she didn't know how he felt about her. But he seemed so nice and made her comfortable that— “Ma’am?" Maren snapped out of her thoughts on hearing the sound of her chauffeur's voice. She turned to look at
Maren paused abruptly from what she was doing and bit her lower lip but didn't dare turn around as she could hear Alexander take steps towards her. “I forgive you though because I really don't want some silly bar performance to come between us” his voice was calm, and he pocketed his hands as he watched her back. Maren's head raced a thousand times per second, thinking of a way to come out of this. She didn't owe him any explanation, did she? They weren't married anymore and the only thing keeping her from getting a restraining order was because Nathan still thinks he's a good man, right? She searched her mind. “So you stalk me now?” She blurted as she turned sharply around to face him, her face more serious than before. “I can't do things at my will because I was once married to you?" “And you chose to do them with someone like Kendrick?" Maren scoffed and folded her arms. “So this is about Kendrick, isn't it? You're jealous that I always chose your rivals over you. Why
Maren bit her lip and smiled at her own stupidity and sluttiness as she stepped out of the car and headed for the front door that evening after work. She'd had the time of her life with Kendrick, and even when she'd thrown up, he didn't make her feel disgusted with herself. That was the last thing she could remember of that night. She didn't know how she'd gotten in or out of the car which had dropped her at the house or if she and Kendrick had fucked or not. She hoped not. And at the same time, the thought tinged her senses and made her cheeks flush a little. The door was open when she got to it and she just turned it and went in without complaining or querying anyone as she had been through a stressful day and wasn't about to add to it by scolding anyone. “Welcome ma’am” a maid greeted with a little unease on her face which Maren just ignored and began climbing up the stairs. She turned towards her room but on second thought, she turned the other way and began walking towards N
"Welcome back ma’am” "Louise, what's on schedule for today?” Maren asked, ignoring the greetings of her staff and just waving to some in reply. “Basically, everything since you took your sudden vacation.” On an ordinary day, Maren should have been pissed at the tone of Louise's voice, but she was too satisfied to think about it. They both got on to the elevator and Louise pushed the button to the floor where Maren's office was located. “You’ve got lots of meetings and lots of documents to sign, and they’re all stacked on your table, ma’am,” Louise continued, strolling through a digital clipboard. Maren didn't need to be told. She knew she'd have a shitload of work to do the moment she stepped into her building. “Oh and also ma’am,” Louise said, drawing her attention back to the present as they both stepped out of the elevator and began walking towards her office. “Mr. Blackwood was here yesterday. And even waited a little but left when you didn't show up," Louise info
‘Wake up!’ Maren's eyes fluttered open at the whisper and it took her some time before her eyes unblurred and she realised where she was. Knock, knock “Ma’am, breakfast is ready," she heard the voice of a maid behind the fastened door. She tried moving her hands, which were wrapped weirdly around the white pillow, but they felt so heavy. It was like she'd lifted dumbbells three times her normal capacity. She resolved to raise her head at least to ascertain where she was, but as she made the slightest move, a sharp pain shot through her skull, making her wince in pain. She shut her eyes to let the pain pass away and when it did; she thought of how exactly she was going to move. What the hell happened last night? Slowly, she tried to move her body, since her hands and head had refused to cooperate. She moved her legs and the familiar, pleasing pain in between her thighs tore through her. At least she could remember what happened to that part. She smiled weakly and applied mo
Her eyes traced her fingers around the black snake as her mind searched its depths for reasons and answers. “Familiar?” he asked She suddenly pushed him away from her and held her forehead. “I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." “It's okay, it's fine. I shouldn't have pulled you that way," he apologised and continued his swimming. “The offer's still open if you want to take it. " Maren watched him and asked herself what that was all about. What did her head mean by familiar? Where has she seen that tattoo from? Or was it just the slut in her speaking? “Well, what the heck!” She said out loud and dove into the pool. “Now that's the spirit," Kendrick cheered with a smile as she swam from one end to another. “You really are an excellent swimmer," he complimented when she finally popped out of the water. “Took swimming lessons to get out of the house as a kid. But only for a short time, though." "Looks like it was a short time well spent. With that skill you'd do
A small part of the head popped out first, then the entire head before Maren's eyes rested on the face. A shiver ran down her spine and she could feel her heart skip a beat as they both stared at each other. “Hi" the male voice rang, tearing through her ear and drawing her slowly out of her shocked state. “Hi?" she managed to say, but it came out more like a whisper. She just could get her eyes off him as she watched the part of his hair which was still in the water float around. “Did I scare you? You look like you just watched a clip about how you'd die." His voice was calm. ‘I wish!’ her head screamed. Finally, she blinked away her thoughts and looked away from him. “Yeah, a little. I didn't expect anyone to be here." She could now hear her heartbeat in her ears. “Well, I didn't expect anyone to be here at all," he said and Maren now realised and wondered how he was bent so that only his head was visible even as she tried to see the rest of his body in the clear water. “I’m s
Water splashed around as people—mostly men dived into the pool. “Oh my god, I can believe I let you talk me into this, Nella.” Maren said, dodging the splash of water with a scowl in her face. She turned around as she didn't get a response and met no one coming behind her. She sighed and walked a few steps, looking around where she had just come from. “Nella?" She didn't walk too far as she saw Nella almost glued to a yellow-haired guy in trunks and dark shades. She seemed so annoyingly interested in what he was saying as she was laughing loudly and grinning so broadly, all while glaring at him. Maren could only roll her eyes and mutter, “Whore” “Oh my god, I really didn't even think of it that way,” Nella said out loud and broke into another feat of laughter which the guy reciprocated. “Do you mean—” they bumped into Maren, whose arms were folded but still managed to hold on to her drink. “Oh my, Maren. I'm sorry I didn't see you there” “What the fuck Nella" she said d