Meredith and Brayden were both quiet for some time as they after they shared a brief discussion about how amazing Estrella was. They were silently eating their dinner together. Taylor had taken Meredith to some good cafes for lunch, she was always very proud of her ability to sniff out a good cafe within walking distance for the two of them. She often made sure that there was a good soup selection for Meredith even though she hated Meredith’s slurping.
The Purple Pig that Ben had introduced Meredith to was amazing. Everything she had tried was absolutely delicious. She had finished her meal with a fantastic bacon torte a la mode with bacon ice cream. It was one of the best desserts she had ever had. Even though her win consumption for the night was a bit much for obvious reasons, she did thoroughly enjoy the meal and the vibe of the place. It was somewhere she would love to go again to.
Brayden woke Meredith the next morning at 6:30 a.m. He nudged her slightly and softly called out her name.“Meredith, We have to leave soon.” She moaned as her eyes blinked awake. Still not used to waking up in his bed she wondered where she was and assumed she was still dreaming. She looked up at Brayden and paused as her eyes drank him in. He stood in front of her wearing only a towel low on his hips. She swore she was dreaming. He truly was perfect. He had damp disheveled hair from his shower and beads of water speckled across his bare chest, which was quite sculpted. His abs, no words could do them justice. She was in awe and knew this dream was one she would want to savor. She couldn’t look at him with lust in her eyes when she was awake. Meredith slowly reached out and touched the washboard abs of a god. His skin was warm and damp. Her eyes followed the contoured lines that rippled
Meredith was feeling on top of the world and fully refreshed. She had been anxious of what Brayden’s ‘grooming’ trip would entail. Even after arriving and starting with waxing in places that she preferred be left to her own devices, still the day spa was extremely relaxing. They had even had time to soak in a herbal infused hot tub for a while. Although, she wasn’t happy with being naked in front of Brayden for most of the morning she resolved to enjoy the experience and did indeed enjoy it very much.Meredith walked side by side with Brayden as he guided her through the random stopped tourists littering the sidewalks and across the street to the Grand Lux Cafe where they were to meet their lunch guests. Meredith was intrigued to find out who Brayden had invited to lunch. He didn’t seem the type to have friends, mostly because he didn’t seem to have much time in hi
Meredith turned to Brayden after their lunch guests had left. She had a stern look on her face and meant business. She was so frustrated with herself for having allowed Brayden to come ruin her lunch with Ben.“You set me up.” She said to Brayden accusingly and annoyed.“What?” He looked at her with a mock innocence.“Don’t try to act like you didn’t. Tagging along to lunch, the matching outfits, Babe?”“Well, I am your husband. I have the right to make sure no other man taints what’s mine.” He told her matter of factly and grabbed her hand to lead her through the throngs of clustered tourists and locals navigating around them. Meredith pulled him back. She wasn’t finished. She was furious. Mostly, s
“This is amazing,'' Meredith said mostly to herself between bites. She savored the creamy sauce that slid over her tongue with the fettuccine noodles. The tender medallions practically melting in her mouth. She had never eaten better than the times she was with Brayden. He really knew his food and to have found such an amazing housekeeper that could make these gourmet dinners, he was a talented scout.Maybe that’s why he had scouted Meredith to be his wife. She took a sip of her red wine and sighed deeply thinking about it before taking her next bite. She then noticed that her dishes from her apartment were displayed around the table against the wall on glass shelves as though they were bone china. The mismatched collection of plates, bowls, mugs, and serving dishes were all artistically arranged and presented on the shelves. It brightened up the otherwise dull corner where the table sat.
Meredith woke to her phone alarm. She reached toward the sound on the bedside table where it was charging and shut it off. She yawned as she blinked a few times and her vision cleared. Meredith was looking out a floor to ceiling window of downtown Chicago. She scrunched her eyebrows together wondering what rabbit hole she had fallen down. Then it dawned on her. She remembered she was married to billionaire Brayden Charles Maxwell, the second son of Grant Maxwell, CEO of the company she worked at.Every morning she woke with a slight startle wondering where she was and what had happened. She had to remind herself that no this wasn’t a nightmare it was her life. She really was forced into marrying the boss’s son in hopes that he would become the next CEO. Every morning she would sigh as she recalled her fate to live a long loveless married life of luxury. Meredith never was one for luxury b
Meredith saved the project she was working on and sighed. Her co-workers had finally stopped staring at her everytime they walked past but the day was far from over. It was time for lunch. Meredith closed out of her computer, took a deep breath, and let it out before heading to the elevator. She knew Taylor was going to bombard her with questions and she wouldn’t be able to be truthful with her answers. She had signed a NDA along with her death contract. Meredith walked past the other departments on the floor with her head held high and ignored the stares on the elevator. She got off in the lobby where Taylor was waiting.Meredith stepped off the elevator with her Balenciaga shoes which cost more than her entire previous wardrobe combined. She walked over to Taylor who she towered over barefoot and even more so in those pumps.“H-Hey.” T
Meredith had gotten through the rest of the day by simply ignoring everyone around her and focusing on her work. Since she had won the bid for Edward Maxwell’s project and brought on a large luxury car company she was very busy expanding the ad campaign to include all aspects of the business. There was a lot of work to do between her and Karen. Mr. Hubert had also added on another designer to help them out and was looking to add a second intern. She wanted to continue for a few more hours but she wrapped up her work for the day.It was almost 5 p.m. Meredith usually stayed later but Brayden would be waiting for her. She would have to take him up on that offer to get some things to work from home. Her laptop at home didn’t have enough memory to handle the designs she worked on. She usually worked on brainstorming and ideas from home, not the actual projects. But if she was going to be leav
Meredith didn’t understand Brayden’s looks nor what he was sighing about. She assumed he must not be pleased with her frame of mind. She figured she had to play the role all the time like some actors do when they’re doing a movie, never coming out of character. But that would mean true death to herself. If she was always playing a role and this role never ended, when could she be able to be herself.Brayden did tell her she could tell one person the truth but she didn’t want that to be her friends or family. She didn’t want to burden them with her secret. She needed someone to unload all this on. But not someone to give this burden to. She needed someone to help her see perspective and not go insane playing the same role all the time for the rest of her life.“Brayden,” She started as he was about to begin the nig