I should have just gone straight home, turned up the AC og sleep the day away. But I was still in an angry and bitchy mood and very hungry now that I missed out on the amazing looking brunch, so I stopped at Pascals and got their delicious steak salad, a chocolate chip coockie and a lemonade to-go, and then went directly to the warehouse to eat my food and have my meeings. I hadn't been lying to my mother when I said I had other meetings todays. But this mornings interaction bothered me more then I thought it would have. I mean... I know this move would come eventually. With my mother's ambitions for her first born, it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. My mother has always been very clear as to who was and still is the favorite child and made no lies about that. There was an heir and and couple of spares and my big brother and I was the spares. And I've always known Carrie hated my guts. This "intervention" of theirs was exactly something they would do. But I truly do
Arriving home after a....challenging day....I briefly saw James' black loafers were gone and guessed he was probbaly still at the office. Excellent! I wanted nothing more than to drink a large glass of white wine while having a lovely bath. I wanted to just....soak...the sweat and grime of the city off my body. This summer had been non-stop rain followed by a now 2 month long heatwave and the heat has been unbearable-on a good day! The sweating nonstop is a chronic condition for everyone right now...especially if you leave any airconditioned rooms. I felt I was beginning smell rather ...ripe. So a bath was now at the top of my to-do liste! Normally, when Im home, I like to do most things I want to do by myself and rarely actually rely on the staff for mundane tasks, but today I asked one of the maids to fill up the tub with water and to get me a large glass of a lovely white wine before sending them out of the house. I went to the kitchen and took out the couple of steaks from the f
The door opened again and then quietly closed shut. Thank God. We really hired some competent people. I really didn't want to talk to anymore people. I just wanted to soak my problems away! I should probably just get that divorce. Not for Carrie or my mother's sake. Or even James' sake. But for my own. I deserve a happily ever after. I deserve to be loved in return just as much I love. At the very least I deserve to have someone freaking listening to me when I open my month and confess my secrets. Not just someone who pretends to listen and instead think about work or another woman and only returns to the present when I ask a question. I really cannot believe that I didn't realize it before. I guess love really does make you stupid at times. "Well...this looks cozy-Room for two in there?" a smooth voice asked. I shot straight up in the tub, quickly realizing that the door opening had not been Lisa with my robe and towel. But instead my suit-clad husband...who was taking off hi
I stared at the door where my husband had just left stark naked as the day he was born. He wanted to be the one who'd give me a happily ever after??? Since WHEN?!? And wasn't he supposed to be in love with my dear sister?! And how the hell is it possible to have that many abs as a mere mortal?! Im so confused. Well....so much for my relaxing bath! I got out of the bath, dried myself off and walked in to the bedroom to put on my night clothes....only to stop abruptly due to the fact that a piece of paper, rippedfrom my notebook lying on my nightstand, had been thrown onto my bed with the words "The courtship shall now begin! I will woe you so hard that you will quickly realize that there is only one solution for a happily ever after for you....by staying married to me! -J"Woe? He wanted to woe me? Hard? And people called me strange....Apparently they hadn't met my husband!I found my camisol and night shorts, got into bed and finally fell asleep...strang
James... Fucking... King. The man I fell in love with when I was barely 17 years old. The man who looks like Adonis re-encarnated, is wicked smart and more or less rules Montonia. The man I married almost 5 years ago. The man...who still yearns for my sister. I know. Its such a freaking cliché. The sister and the husband having an affair. However, this is not quite that-its worse. Because they'd been together forever before. They share a past. And Im the one who developed feelings for my sister's college boyfriend. I couldn't even hide my feelings as a teenager, so my sister, mum and dad had to sit me down and talk to me about how it wasn't really appropriate for me to have those feelings and I definitely couldn't act on them when he was with my sister. I. was. MORTEFIED! And my already shaky relationship to my sister deteriorated rapidly! I avoided my family for years after that just to make sure I didnt do anything weird near Carrie and James. But whenever James would show
"So she's coming back? The Wicked Harlot of the Kingdom is actully returning to our shores? Should I go to the shed and find a shovel? Get the car ready with plastic covers and zip ties? You know I’m ride or die girl!" My best friend Jonathan asks while grinning at me. "Yup. Apparently the recession hit South Findol hard last month and she was let out of her contract early. And no! Its too early to have murder on the agenda, John!" I answer him. Jonathan pours some more coffee into his mug and continues "Sooo...in layman's terms...she was fired. She can't get a new job and have to return here as she's on a work visa there and with no job, its runs out, right?" "Quickly. Thats what Im thinking. Mother was a bit vague with the details." I pick up couple of pieces of crispy bacon and place them next to the poached egg and fruit on my plate. I'd invited my best friend Jonathan to brunch to discuss the news my mum so gleefully told be yesterday. I'd barely had a wink of sleep last night
I pick up my phone and dial James' number. He doesn't pick up. I dial again. Nothing. I dial Nate's number, James' executive assistant. "Hello Mrs. King. How can I help today?" Nate answers. Finally! "Hi Nate. Can I talk to James, please? It's urgent and he's not answering his own phone." "I'm sorry, Mrs. King. He's in a very important meeting and demanded not to be distubed." "Nate, I am going to ask you a couple of questions, okay? And you are going to answer them. I know you signed an NDA when you became Mr. King's assistant so there are things you litterally cannot talk about. But you and I are on decent terms, right? Wouldn't you say?" Nate hesitates in answering my questions "arhm....yes Ma'am." Good. He's nervous. He is an excellent assistant...now. I'd saved his job on more than one occation when he was still training to James' assistant-the hardest job in the world with impossible standards to fulfil. And I'd always said I'd come collecting one day. I meant it as a joke
For a brief moment I consider not answering but it might be important. "Hello?" "Have you spoken to Mr. Dwyer yet?" a chilling voice asks. It takes me a minute to even recognize the voice. "Mrs King? Is that you?" Yes, my dear mother-in-law insists on formalities and won’t let me call her anything other than Mrs. King despite all these years of me being her daughter-in-law. "Well of course it’s me! Don’t you recognize the number?! Now answer the question! Did Dwyer drop off the paperwork? Did James talk to you yet? When are you moving out of the house? Dont take anything that doesn't belong to you! Remember you signed a prenup!" Mary demands.Why on earth would I save the number for the wicked witch of the west? James’ mother, Madeline ‘Mary’ King, and the bane of everyone’s existence, only cares for image and reputation. When James and I first married, I truly tried to please her, to be a good daughter-in-law to her, but she much preferred my sister as a wife to her own son and