Drew’s heart was full as he watched Aunt Lauren fuss over Madeline and their daughter. She, Uncle Keith and Aiden had come over immediately they got home from the hospital.He noted the look of wonder that came upon his wife’s face as she stared at the face of the precious baby in her arms.Melissa Vivianne McBride.Melissa because Madeline had always loved the name. Vivianne after his mother.He may or may not have choked up when she named their daughter after his mother.A tap on his shoulder turned his gaze away from the two people he had been staring at all day. “I have something to tell you.” Aiden said, his eyes so serious.He remembered when Madeline told him that Aiden would let him know what had been going on when it was time. It seemed now was time.With a nod, he stood up, mouthed the words, “be right back” to Madeline and headed to his study, Aiden keeping in step with him.He opened the door and allowed Aiden to step in first before bringing in the rear. “What’s it, Aid
"Dave and Vivianne McBride, the owners of the multimillion McBride Foods passed away early this morning. The couple were said to have been returning from a business summit when they got into an accident. Chief of Police, Bruce Dickinson, says that there were skid marks found on the road. Based on that, he believes that the accident had happened while they were trying to avoid a collision with an incoming vehicle. "The couple is survived by their son, Drew McBride, the famous game developer…" Maddie Taylor switched off the TV and collapsed on the couch, exhausted and a tad irritated. She pushed out a breath and shut her eyes. The rich never ceased to set the country in an uproar. Even in their death. ***** Dave and Viviane McBride of the multibillion McBride Foods died and the whole earth wept. Listening to the reading of his parents' will, Drew McBride was overcomed with deep hatred. Hatred for the popularity that his parents' company had cas
Three years later. "The city is in an uproar. Drew McBride, heir to the McBride Foods, finally appears." Britt Shelby, Anchor 24 Tv news reporter, nearly bounced on her chair. Her eyes shone with glee. "After three years of silence and absence." Maddie rolled her eyes. Oh the life of the rich. To have the whole world practically living on the things you did and didn't do. Who cared about a twenty-two year old young lady, who was waitressing to make needs met for herself and a sixty year old lazy scumbag, who was unfortunately her father? No one. But when an entitled, pompous, profligate millionaire walks into the city? Hold up everyone! The rapture was near. "Rumor has it that not even his uncle and cousin knew where he disappeared to after burying both parents." Kris, Britt's co-anchor, chipped in. "The question is why now?" To say the hot Blondie reporter was excited was an understatement. Bored, she turned off the TV and gulped down her soggy cereals. She shouted a goodbye to
Maddie returned, carrying a mug and the coffee pot just as another gentleman walked into the cafe. Black hair cut in a punk style, feet light like a cat's, eyes sweeping every corner of the cafe as though searching for danger, everything about this gentleman told Maddie that he was someone that flirted with danger. Those sharp eyes landed on her handsome customer and he made his way to join him. Her handsome customer saw him and smiled. Not a polite 'what can I do for you' smile, but a 'good to see you' smile. Maddie snagged another mug and made a way to their table. "Where in God's name did you find this place, Drew?" The dangerous looking guy asked her handsome customer. Drew. He didn't look like a Drew, yet, she realized, it fit him. She placed the mugy on the table and filled them with coffee. "Stumbled into it, actually." Drew replied. "When you called asking to meet, I simply mentioned the first cafe I saw." Then Drew smiled up at her and nodded his thanks. She turned aw
Maddie was literally dead on her two feet. Andrea, one of the waitresses came down with flu that afternoon, and she had to substitute. Then Rache, the flighty blond that waitressed the night shift, had a "special dinner" with her boyfriend, and she couldn't cancel because she believed "he just might propose." Even though they had only been seeing each other for three weeks. In simple words, Maddie had been on her feet since seven in the morning. She was sweaty, tired, incapable of producing a sentence that consisted of more than four to five words, and had no patience for snotty customers — hence the reason why she had walked out on the voluptuous brunette who with a shrill voice had made her displeasure about their "soggy fries" and "too oily" hamburgers known. Times like this, she wished she had a social life. Even a teensy tiny one. But, alas, her life consisted of working to make ends meet, caring for her father, and taking college classes online. The good part is that she was
Drew collected the paper from the waitress. "Thank you."She tilted her head in acknowledgement, then walked away.He unfolded the paper. What he read almost made him to burst out laughing. You could always plead a stomach ache.The imp!He fished out a pen from his pocket and replied, I don't think she would get the hint. Would probably offer to follow me home. He waved her over and handed the paper back to her. "It isn't mine." Her hand brushed his, and he almost snatched it, just to feel the press of her hand against his."Oh, sorry about the interruption. Enjoy your dinner." She turned and walked away. Stopping a few feet away, she read his reply. Her shoulders shook and her eyes danced with surpressed laughter.He widened his eyes.She threw her hands up in surrender.Twenty long minutes later, the dinner ended. He pulled up in front of Redhead's apartment.She slid her hand up his chest. "I had a nice time tonight."When he agreed to Aiden setting him up on blind dates — becaus
Stupid tears sliding down her nose bridge, Maddie knelt and stuffed her strewn clothes into the ratty suitcase that had been hers since she was sixteen. She swiped angrily at the tears. What was she? Five? She shouldn't be surprised by her father's actions. They shouldn't hurt her. And yet, here she was, tears and mucus running down her face. She didn't know which she mourned the most. The chance to fulfill her promise to her mother or the money — her savings — tucked under her bed. When the box couldn't contain any more clothes, she sat on the old box and forced the zipper close. She looked down at the remaining clothes that were left. Well, she wouldn't be needing these much clothes out in the streets. At the thought of having to live on the streets, the tears came rushing back. She sprang to her feet, pulled the box up to stand on its wheels and began to think of her options of a place to sleep this night. She wasn't really close to Andrea and Rache, plus she had no idea where
When she didn't say anything, Drew looked around where she had slept. His eyes latched to the suitcase lying behind her. "Did you sleep here?"Maddie still could not answer. She just stared at him like he was her nightmare come to life. Yesterday she had been bemoaning the fact that he had seen her when she was a sweaty mess. But this? This was worse."For God's sake, just tell me already..!" He sounded irritated by her silence. "It is hard to be mad at you when I don't even know your name.""It's Maddie." She said finally."Short for Madeline." His eyes searched hers. "It suits you." Then his face softened. "How about we talk over breakfast?""I need to head to work. Bruce won't be happy if I do not show up.""I will reimburse your boss. After I let him know I inconvenienced you.""I don't know you.""I'm Drew.""Drew McBride, I know." When his eyes widened, she said, "I have long ears. And I wasn't talking about your name. What I meant was that I have no idea what kind of person you