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 — because his friend believed that was the fastest way to find the 'lucky' lady to put a ring on — Drew had never imagined that his friend would set him up with a chit who had her head full of tabloids. Aiden was so going to hear from him.
She fluttered her eyelashes coyly. "We should do it again."
Uh, never.
She caressed his face. "Gonna walk me to my apartment? Come in for…" Her lashes fluttered close, then lifted to reveal her intent. "A cup of coffee."
He removed her hand from his face. "You have the wrong idea, Redhead."
Her face puckered in a scowl. "You don't even remember my name, do you?"
He let his face tell the answer.
"Ugh! Men!" She unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out.
Feeling no iota of remorse, he reversed and turned on the road to his house.
Tomorrow was another day in the office. He worked his mind through his schedule. On that first day, his meeting with the employees had gone quite well. They had regarded him through wary eyes, some had even if asked what was his plan for them. As if new administration automatically equaled to new workers. He didn't blame them, though. After disappearing for three years, he just showed up out of nowhere and began ordering them around. Well, not necessarily ordering them around, just letting them know who was boss.
He could never forget the look on Uncle Rich's face that morning. To say he had been shocked was an understatement. And of course, Maxwell was his hostile self as usual. For as long as he could remember, Maxwell had hated him…for a thousand and one reasons.
Headlights flashed in his rearview mirror. A car few feet behind him was fastly gaining on him. He stepped on the brake, and pulled to the side. But instead of moving on, the car bumped into his tailgate.
Drew crashed against his wheel. Drew glanced at the rearview, but with the headlights blinding him, he couldn't make out the driver's outline. Was the driver possessed? When his car got hit again, Drew realized that the driver was not just possessed, he was out to kill him.
Spinning the wheel, he got himself back on the road and stepped on the pedal.
He might be a rich kid, but let it not be heard he didn't know how to lose a tail.
Making the first turn on his left, He turned on G****e map on his car screen and made the calculation of which route would be complex enough to lose the maniac but would get him home.
Ten minutes later, he lost the tail. Five minutes after, he arrived at his house. He plugged in his airpods. "Alexa, call Aiden."
He stormed into his room and tore his shirt off. His blood was pumping, and boy was he spitting mad.
Aiden answered on the third ring. "How was your date?"
"Don't ask me about a stupid date. I was almost killed tonight."
"What do you mean by almost killed?"
"You tell me." He flung his watch on his bedside table.
"Calm down, Drew."
"Don't tell me to calm down!" He shouted.
Silence greeted his outburst. Two minutes later, Aiden asked "are you done?"
"What are you not telling me?"
Aiden sighed. "They are unfounded…"
"What. Are. You. Not. Telling. Me?"
"I'm coming over. I'll tell you in person."
*****
Maddie pulled off her shoes and sighed in relief. Shoes were a torment. Tight, pinching shoes, hell itself. She heard somewhere that in the beginning man walked barefooted and naked, until a wimp of a man and greedy-eyed woman fell. If she got her hands on them, she was going to wrong their necks.
She climbed up the porch steps to the little house she had called home all her life. It was your regular bungalow with a white — now gray — picket fence. She supposed once upon a time it had been a picturesque house. Now it was a house with leaky roof, shaky pillars, and algea in strange places.
She opened the door, wincing when it creaked. She hoped to heavens that her father was asleep. She didn't bother flipping up the switch, just tiptoed into the kitchen. There she put on her phone's flashlight.
Rummaging the fridge for a sustainable dinner, she finally settled for leftover pizza slices.
Just as she bit into the second slice, her dad staggered in, and a second later bright light filled the kitchen.
"What are you doing skulking around?" His bloodshot eyes shot to the pizza in her hand. "And what do you think you're doing eating up all the food we've got?"
"I just got in, Pa. I am hungry."
His eyes narrowed. "Where have you been at? I thought your shift ends in by 1?"
"The other two waitresses didn't come. What are you doing home?"
"None of your business."
None of your business was another way of saying he had no money for booze.
"The other waitresses didn't come, you say?" His eyes moved in calculation. "That means more money for you, isn't it?" His eyes dropped to her pants' pockets. "Where is it?"
"Where is what?"
He banged the table. "Don't play dumb with me, girl. Didn't that brute of a boss pay you at the end of today?"
"And if he did, what is it to you?"
"What is it to me?" The cords on his neck buldged. "What is it to me?" His voice went an octave higher. "I practically put a roof over your head, and food…"
"Which I pay for." She cut in.
Her father grabbed the first thing he could reach — one of mama's china — and flung it in her direction. The plate crashed few inches behind her. "Don't you dare try play that game with me, girl." He was practically shouting the roof down. He went silent, his shoulders heaving. "You know what? Since it's your money, your food, I see no reason why you should live here. You are rich enough to take care of yourself." And with that he turned and walked out.
A minute later, she heard the door open and then a thud. What was her father up to?
Cramming the remaining pizza into her mouth, she walked out. And found her bags on the porch. Her father breezed past her, her clothes in his hands.
"What is going on here?'
He flung the clothes on top of the bags. "What does it look like?"
"You can't throw me out."
Her father smirked. "It's still my house."
"I pay the utility bills. I pay for every freaking thing in this house."
"And it's my name on the deed, not yours."
"No."
"Hand over the money and you stay. Otherwise." He pointed out the door.
So that's how it was gonna be? She glared at him. Pivoting, she walked out the door, without looking back.
The door slammed. The sound of the locks turning sounded like the omnious horn heralding the nightmare her life had just become.
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
The coffee went down the wrong way and Maddie immediately choked. When Drew made to stand up, she shook her head. She shut her eyes and tried to bring her irritated throat under control. It seemed she was destined to die from mortification."Are you okay?" Drew asked when she didn't cough for a full minute."Yes." She whispered and cleared her throat. She pushed the offending cup of coffee away. "Did you just ask me to marry you?"His eyes held hers, unwavering. "Yes.""Why?" Panic clawed at her chest. "You don't know me for Christ sake." What game was he playing?"Calm down.""Don't tell me to calm down." She snapped. "Marriage is not something to entered into lightly. No matter how many people are doing exactly that. Marriage is…sacred.""Are you done?" He nodded at the half eaten sticky buns remaining on her plate. She nodded. She didn't think she could stomach any food right now."Let's go then."Go where? He must have read the question and fear in her eyes because he reached out
Drew opened the door and only had to take one look at Aiden's face to know what his best friend thought of his plan to marry Madeline. And if that wasn't enough, the words that came out of his mouth rid any lingering doubt whatsoever."Are you out of your mind?" Aiden roared."Keep your voice down. Madeline is in the kitchen.""Don't tell me to keep my voice down." Aiden said fiercely, but at least he dropped his voice to a whisper. "And to think that you call me the one who's always with harebrained ideas.""This isn't harebrained. I called you so that you can be my best man, just like we promised each other in middle school."Aiden dug his hands into his hair and tugged it up. "This is not funny, Drew. What do you know about this Madeline?""She was kicked out of the house because she refused to give her father money — money that she worked for — to buy booze.""So we are marrying everyone kicked out into the streets now, are we?"He shot Aiden a "don't get sarcastic with me" look.
"Do you, Madeline Taylor, take Drew McBride to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish and obey till death do you both part?” Judge Martins — who was unsurprisingly a friend of Drew's parents — looked up from the book of vows to smile at her.Maddie paused, looking into Drew's eyes. On the way to Judge Martins' office, she and Drew got talking about what exactly this marriage would entail, and he mentioned that even though the marriage was not real in the true sense that a marriage should be, the vows were binding.She pointed out the impossibility of that happening since they were not in love and she was not going to be wrapping her arms around him in a burst of affection, and told him point blank that if he had been nursing a hope for that to happen, he could forget about it.He replied that even though there was no hope for romance ever developing betwee
They agreed to get takeouts and return to Drew's home — their home; she was still trying to get used to the fact that she was married. Crazy didn't even begin to define it.Aiden suggested Chinese, but she was in the mood for something greasy so she asked for burgers. Drew got chicken salad. She couldn't stop the snort that slipped through her nose when he made his order.His eyebrow winged up. "Have a problem with my food, Madeline?""Didn't take you for a salad guy. Last I remember, you like them" — her smile widened to a grin — "hot."He grinned back. "I do, but," he let out a faux long-suffering sigh, "this do usually happen once in a while."Another snort slipped out, ending in a smile. Aiden turned into Drew's compound, nodding at the black security guard as he drove past. He killed the engine and they moseyed into the house."Can you show me my room, please?" She asked Drew quietly."No, no, Madeline." Aiden stepped between her and Drew."Maddie." She corrected.The annoying gu
Drew woke up to missed calls and messages. All from his uncle. Guessed Aiden's editor friend had published the press release Aiden sent her last night.After the "wedding breakfast", they had all gathered in his office and crafted the perfect press release that sold the story they wanted everyone to believe. Well, it had been Aiden that had done most of the crafting while he and Madeline laughed, cringed and told him outright nos.Let the games begin.Ignoring the notifications on his phone, he rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom. When he was done with his ablutions, he headed out and found Madeline in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee and looking absolutely too pretty for seven am in the morning.She smiled at him and he had to fight the urge to walk over to her and see what her breath tasted like in the morning."Hey, good morning."He smiled back. "Good morning. Slept well?""Like a baby." She let out a soft sigh. "The bed is heavenly."He poured himself a cup of cof
Drew's call came in a few minutes after her second class ended.She answered it. "Hey, wassup?"Aiden joined the call. "What's going on Drew?""Uncle Rich wants to have dinner with us." Drew said."Who's Uncle Rich?" She asked, just as Aiden asked, "what did you say?""Uncle Rich is my Dad's brother, babe." Drew answered them consecutively. "And I said yes, Aiden. What else was I supposed to say? He would get suspicious."The endearment distracted her for some seconds before what Drew said dawned on her. "So I'm meeting the family." She murmured."Yes, you are. Think you can handle it?"She gave a decisive nod. It was not like Drew was not going to be with her. She'll be fine."Wait, Maxwell is coming too?" Aiden look horrified."Of course he is. Do you think he'll miss something like this?""Who's Maxwell?" And could someone please explain to her what was going on? She really hated not knowing what exactly it was that was causing panic.Drew's gaze swiveled to her. "Maxwell is Uncle