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I had to get back home and see Jason before it was time to head to the office. He and I had a special bond, and although I wasn’t always around due to the nature of my job, I made sure to create time for us. It was a pity I couldn’t find his mother. Who was she? I’ve thought about this for so long. I thought about it again as I drove home.
When I got home, I parked in front of the large oak doors and walked to the door. I passed the passage with the potted plants and strode to the parlor. It was dimly lit by the morning light filtering in through the curtains. On one of the couches close to the windows, I saw someone illuminated by the light.
Laura walked up to me, a cocky smile on her face. “Baby, you’re home. The servants won’t let me see our son. That’s beside the point. Why are you coming home at this time? I’ve been waiting for you since yesterday. You don’t know how worried I’ve been.” I batted her hand away when she tried to reach for me.
“What are you talking about, and why are you here? I don’t recall inviting you.”
She pouted, keeping her hands to herself. “Why? I’m here for Jason and for you, my one and only love. I was a fool for ever letting you all go.”
Oh? She must be mad.
Chapter 3
MARIE
Irolleddreamilyonthe bed, feeling sore but warm and energetic. Remembering who I was with, I opened my eyes to see him again, only to see an empty bed. I felt it with my hand–it was cold. Shocked, I sat up and looked around. The room was well furnished and cozy; nothing was disturbed. I saw my scattered clothing and not his. What had happened? I opened my mouth to call to him but stopped. I didn’t know his name. I clenched my jaw in frustration. How could I have let him slip away without getting his name?
Regardless, I felt something–a connection I believe existed between us…but what it meant still eluded me. My phone rang, and I reached for my purse on the floor. Finding my phone, I saw it was Morrison calling. I sighed, looking at the time. I would be late for work. I answered the call. “Morris, Good morning. Is there a problem?”
He replied with a calm voice, “No, ma’am. It’s just that you are rarely this late without a reason, and you’re currently behind schedule.” Of course, why else would he call? I got out of bed, the phone still to my ear.
“I’ll be there soon. I just need to sort some things out here.” I ended the call and dashed into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and left. Before I exited the building, I asked after the stranger, but they said they could not give out such private details about their customers.
I was frustrated. I took an Uber home. Once I arrived, I took a more relaxing shower and prepared for my day. I donned a wine-colored suit and pulled my hair back in a tight ponytail. I felt free and comfortable; my designer got it right every time. I finished the look with light makeup and pink lipstick.
I left the house and drove to the company. I left my other car there yesterday, why didn’t I think to take an Uber? I’ll have to find a way to send one of them back home. Morrison could help. When I parked in the company parking lot, I was shocked to see how high in the sky the sun had gotten. I was rarely ever late for work and hurried inside the building. The company was bustling with people, busy on different projects. I took the private elevator and rode to the top floor. The door opened to show Morrison waiting with a file. “Welcome. Sorry but I’ve stalled the board of directors for as long as I can. They’re going over the budget they had previously agreed to and are currently discussing how to integrate your added proposals.”
I took the file from him. “You’ve done well. Send someone to take the car that I drove to work home. I’ll deal with this.” I took the elevator and I headed to the directors meeting. They were like vultures; however, they were birds I knew well and could manage them. As I had predicted, they all folded and agreed to the addition to the previous budget. In fact, they gave me more than expected. They always complain before it is approved and smile at their profits. I put that thought to the side and entered my office.
The windows were open, letting in natural light. The room was familiar and comfortable. However, an annoying bug was sitting in my chair. I narrowed my eyes in annoyance but stayed composed. I closed the door behind me without thinking and walked straight to my desk. The look on my face made him take his legs he had propped on my desk off, but he sat tight, with a foolish grin on his face.
“How did you get in my office, Howard?” It came out like a growl. Somehow, he got past Morrison, who wasn’t around.
He sniffed and rubbed his hands together sheepishly. “I missed you and wanted to see you. After what happened yesterday, I felt I should give you the space to think. So, what is your decision?”
What! The! Hell?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and you’re getting on my nerves, Mr. Howard Spencer. Get out of my seat and my office this instant!” I ordered, already tired of the episode.
“I won’t until you answer me. I know you went to some other guy yesterday, but I don’t care because I love you and will forgive you. Just accept my offer and become my girlfriend. You know I’m the best one for you.”
This had to stop; otherwise, I’d go mad. Yes, he had asked me this yesterday, but I ignored him. I was focused on the stranger, but he obviously was not getting my disregard for him, or he was immune to all my rejections.
I reached for the telephone and dialed an emergency number.
“Hello, ma’am?” A security guard answered with a hoarse voice.
“I have a pest I want to get rid of—now!” I slammed the phone down. I fixed my gaze on Howard. His smile was gone, knowing what was about to happen to him.
“You can’t do that! This is why women like you live long and die sad and alone. You don’t appreciate men like me!” He jumped up, snarling in rage.
I was no longer going to waste my breath on him. He tried to walk to me, but the door opened and five muscular and armed guys walked in.
One of the guards spoke, “Ma’am, where’s the threat?” I think he was looking for someone more threatening.
I waved my hand at Howard and with a sneer I said, “Get this thing out of my sight; and on your way out, send in someone from housekeeping.” They got to work, immediately restraining Howard and dragging him out despite his protests. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, annoyed at how things had turned out.
Housekeeping came in a second later, and I motioned for her to clean off my desk. She left after she was finished. I took my seat, opened my laptop and began my work.
