Filed To Story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
“We devised a plan to surprise you for Christmas. Once she found the house on the map,” Vincent told him,” Do you like it?”
“It was very much a surprise.” She heard Calvin state, “A good one indeed.”
“You look funny all wet.” Callum laughed.
She snickered to herself, and walked into the guest house to sit down. “Yes he does.” She murmured to herself and chuckled. Shoved about done. Now she just had to find a way to slap him right in his face. That might take some lining up. She was really going to have to think about that, maybe wait for an opportune moment to come along. She kind of wanted that to be spontaneous, just come out of nowhere and chock him completely.
But she’d gotten the desired reaction from him, he’d come rushing out here and called her Marrin, and shed been able to put him in his place. React to him touching her as Marilyn herself would, being that the last times he’d touched her weren’t so nice for her. That would be her reaction to him, regardless of who was about to see it.
Whether it be Wil and Anabell or his own family, the man had to learn a lesson about being violently shoved and pulled about, hit, yelled at and hurt, and she was going to teach him all of that, regardless of who was about at the time.
She logged into the house’s security system and pulled up the footage that it had just recorded from the guest house security camera’s and watched herself push Calvin into the pool, burst out laughing as she hit the record button and saved it to a USB, and then hacked the system and made it appear as though something was wrong with the camera for the next few minutes, so he wouldn’t see her reaction of trying not to laugh.
She had a feeling he would check it at some point, but she was actually better at this stuff than he was. It’s why she’d been one of his employees that helped fix bugs in the system that he couldn’t do himself. She leaned back on the couch. She was she recalled a good asset to his company.
One of the reasons he and Wil had approached her once she’d moved here to Houston. Though she’d only been able to get temporary accommodation, and his proposition had resolved her accommodation issues. It took him 15 minutes to come back with the boys in tow, and he was wearing a pair of slacks and a dress shirt, shoes and socks, no vest and jacket, no tie and his shirt was undone at the collar. He had no casual clothes here everything up in that wardrobe for him was work clothes, suits, a dozen of them.
He walked into the guest house with the twins, and she looked at him when he stated her name “Marilyn, thank you for seeing your way to bringing the boys here, and to do it as you did!”
“Hmm, the boys wanted to surprise you. I…” she looked about “Guess I wanted to see if the house would help with my amnesia.”
“The boys told me you recall some things.”
“Hmm,” she nodded. “About the house’s layout.” She nodded.
“You don’t have to stay in the guest house. There are plenty of rooms in the house,” he told her as he sat down.
“Hmm, I don’t think that’s wise at all, and I’m not…” she looked right at him.
“Understood.” He nodded. “Would you mind if I stayed in the main house then, while you’re all here?” She looked from him to both the boys, and they were staring at her with that ‘please mum’ look, and she actually sighed at them, and then nodded “Fine, but I don’t’ recall you, or anything, Mr Reeves bar this house, so don’t touch me or think I am your ex-wife, I’m not. Are we clear, and I’d appreciate you knocking before coming into this house. I understand it’s your home, and you own it, but unless you want me to go and stay in a hotel with the twins. They are the rules I want you to follow. I’d also appreciate you not calling me Marrin. I’m not her.”
Calvin
The pool water was freezing cold, he could hardly believe she’d just shoved him like that, and with so much strength as well. That he’d not only let go of her but stumbled backwards, there had been no way to save himself. The minute his foot had no solid ground beneath it, he knew he was going to end up in the pool.
It wasn’t even the shallow end of the pool where he could reach, either, got fully submerged, and he had no choice but to swim to the stairs on the other side of the pool to get himself out. In summer, he wouldn’t have minded so very much, but it was winter and cold.
A great first impression he was making on her, in her coming here, though as he’d surfaced she let him know exactly why she’d shoved him away from her, not Marrin. She didn’t have her memories back at all. That was his own mistake, seeing her down there, knowing she was here, he’d stupidly fallen into the belief that she remembered everything.
Not so much, though she watched him run a hand through his hair, much the same way Marrin always would. A pity he wasn’t shirtless, he thought to himself, but then shook that off; not Marrin. He reminded himself and apologised to her right away. There was nothing else he could do.
The boys trailed him all the way to the back of the house, and he stopped to take his shoes and wet socks rest of his clothes, as he would normally do if they weren’t there, to off. He couldn’t really do that with stop water from being tracked through the house. That was inappropriate. Even though they were his children, they didn’t know him well enough for that.
This suit was going to be completely ruined by the chlorine in the pool’s water. They were all tailor-made for him from BALANI custom suits Houston, and this was currently one of his favourite suits as well. He’d have to have another made, he could only imagine.
He walked through the house and the boys were talking nonstop about the house and wanting to watch a movie in the theater room, they trailed him all the way up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Where they climbed right up onto that king-sized bed and bounced on it.
He grabbed two towels from the bathroom and walked back over to them. “Why don’t you go and clean up the water I trailed through the house while I have a shower and get changed.” He told them, though a part of him had wanted to state because your mother pushed me into the pool. He didn’t, he’d seen that look downstairs, it was her daring him to state that to the boys, and he knew she was going to refute it.
They also didn’t know him all that well and would likely believe her over him. That made him wonder if it had been her plan all along. She’d not looked startled at seeing him, he realised, just reacted to him touching her. Not something he could really blame her for. He probably shouldn’t have done that. Maybe he might not have ended up in the pool if he’d not grabbed her and turned her around to face him. But it had been pure instinct at seeing her here. If she’d not reacted, he’d likely have pulled her right into his chest and hugged her right to him.
The boys were now kind of just staring at him, and then they looked at the towels, for a moment and then nodded and took them from him and headed off. He had a feeling Marilyn did everything for them, that they probably didn’t have chores, Either that or they were used to getting their own way, and being wherever they wanted to.
He just didn’t think walking around half naked after he got out of the shower, with them in the room with h?n was a good idea. They didn’t know him and though he was their dad, Marilyn might not like it. She could see It as overstepping and Inappropriate. If they’d all been swimming though, and walking about in board short It wouldn’t be an issue, but they were not.
He showered and walked into the walk-in and sighed as he looked at it. 70% of it was Marrin’s belongings, and he knew Denise kept everything in here clean and dust-free. This bedroom had rules regarding the cleaning of it: It was the priority in case Marrin had ever come home. He’d wanted her to know he’d not changed a thing, that all her belongings were still here waiting for her.
He wondered if Marilyn had come up here already and looked about. He pulled clean pants and a shirt from the racks and pulled on shoes and socks. Thankfully, when he’d realised she and the boys were here, he’d not only put that photo album down but his phone as well. They were still on the foyer table and hadn’t been ruined.