CH 140
Calvin
He’d made the mistake of drinking, and then had fallen into that trap of her Being Marin, because she was dressed just like Marrin was, had her hair done just like Marrin, and so he’d trapped her against the nearest wall and tried to kiss the woman. Everyone was out there kissing their partner or watching the fireworks, and
he wanted to kiss her. Hell, he knew he wanted more than that.
Only to have her grab a fist full of his hair at the last moment, right before his mouth was about to claim hers, and yank his head back with all she had, and it had hurt to blaze. She’d been uncaring of hurting him Had not wanted him to kiss her at all. Those words that had come out of her how dare you try and kiss me
when you wouldn’t even kiss your own wife. Yet you dare to try and kiss me said it all. She was offended, and
she had a right to be.
The kick to his shin had hurt like blazes, and he wondered who was kicking him. Was it Marilyn offended on Marrin’s behalf? Or was that Marrin herself? Marilyn, he knew, held memories of who she had once been. So it was entirely possible that she held all of Marrin’s feelings, so it could well be Marrin who was upset and pissed off with him.
He turned and watched her walk away from him. She was just going to leave him here, likely going to leave him for good. Just like the last time they were here at Wil’s, she was walking away from him with the intent of staying away from him and he knew it.
Wil had a hold of him to stop him from going after her, was rounding on him about what the hell did he
expect. “Get off me,” he’d muttered. “She’s going to leave, I have to stop her.” He’d slashed at Wil’s hand and gone right after her, he had to fix this, he’d had one too many drinks and gotten carried away
If she left in that angry state, she’d likely never speak to him again. She was out there at the elevator just like the last time, and when he tried to grab hold of her she’d turned and walked off, banged right into the
stairwell.
He saw it the way she got dizzy and put a hand to her head. She’d looked confused and then just kind of
glazed over and zoned out for several minutes, and it had dawned on him. She was remembering this very
place, the last time they’d been alone together. Everything that had happened between them here in this very
stairwell.
She was tracking that memory as she turned about, and then her eyes were on him, and the words that came
from her. ‘This is where the twins were conceived. She kind of sounded a bit on the horrified side. He knew it
was. She’d been on birth control right up until the day he’d given her the divorce papers. He’d checked that
himself.
The hit he took had caught him completely off guard, and he stepped back from her as his own hand had
touched his face, kind of stunned him into silence. She’d never once raised a hand to him in all the time
they’d known each other. She wasn’t a violent person, but right that minute, he could see the pain within her
expression, and he knew she was recalling more than the one moment they’d had here.
She was recalling everything, right here before him. This their final passionate moment together had triggered everything, and she was getting to feel everything she as Marrin had felt, not only that day, but likely everything after that as well.
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He couldn’t blame her for striking him, he deserved it, and he would let her pummel the hell out of him, if it helped ease her pain. He’d take everything she had to dish out, for the way her life had turned out, because he was responsible for it all and he knew it.
Then she was just walking away from him. He wanted to follow her, but she stopped him, and he knew that look on her face there was a hard edge to it, even though he could still see the pain. Then he could hear it, in her very words all the pain of what he’d done as she laid it all for him. How all it would have taken, for her to know he loved her, just one kiss, was all she had needed from him. The one thing he’d denied her and steadfastly not allowed himself to do, that was all it would have taken for her to know.
He screwed things up so badly, and ruined both their lives because he’d wanted to show her how much he loved her, but had gone about it the wrong way. He’d wanted to shower her with love and affection, give her gifts and take her on a month–long vacation where he could spoil her rotten and buy her anything her heart would desire.
Only she’d not needed anything like that from him. She just wanted his heart, not his money, not the things he could give to her, again she was going to walk down the stairs away from him, admitted it to him and just walked away from him. He kind of just stood there not knowing what to do.
A part of him wanted to go after her, race down the stairs, grab a hold of her and just kiss the hell out of her, give her what she said she needed to show her he loved her. But another part of him knew if he did, she could well hate him for it. She’d not wanted him to kiss her in Wil’s apartment just minutes ago.
How was he to salvage this, fix it all and bring them back together? That was Marrin that had been talking to him. She’d used the words how I felt. She was Marrin, and she was hurt, and he didn’t know what to do. Marrin was finally back, and she was very angry and hurt with him, and he had no one to blame but himself. He turned and headed back up the stairs, punched the elevator button and rode it to the ground floor, stood down there and just waited for her. He’d done that the last time as well, though from his car outside where she’d not known he was waiting for her.
He took a call from Wil, “Leave it Wil, Marilyn just got all her memories back and Marrin just confronted me. This is for me to fix. They are now one and the same.”
“Right,” Wil had sighed. “Don’t do anything stupid, or she could well up and leave once more. If she recalls everything Calvin, she now has the knowledge and skills to disappear, just like she did back then, only this time she’ll take the twins when she leaves you.”
“I understand that. She’s currently walking down the stairs. I’m waiting for her in the lobby,” he muttered.
He heard Wil sigh, “Well, that is definitely a Marrin thing. Keep your bloody hands to yourself, and whatever you do, don’t try and kiss the woman.”
“I got that already.” Calvin sighed and clicked the line closed.
He prowled around in the foyer of Wil’s apartment building and the doorman looked at him m walked over and pushed the fire door open and looked up there to see what floor she was on.. but he could hear her shoes on the stairs that first time and then nothing the second time.
times. He’d
couldn’t tell,
“It’s a long walk down those stairs.” The doorman stated “Wil does it sometimes takes him about 10 minutes, but the man is fit. Who are you waiting for?”
“Marilyn Riddley.” He sighed, “It took her an hour last time she did this.”
“Marilyn Riddley-
stopped and sat or something on the way down. It doesn’t take an hour and coming down is th easier than going up.” The doorman told him.
Anything was possible, he didn’t know just knew it had been an hour and Marrin had come out of this building carrying her shoes and looked not so happy. He’d stayed to make sure she was alright, had watch her walk to her car, get in it and drive away safely even.
He turned at the sound of the door opening and her eyes met his. She huffed and walked past him, was in fact, carrying her shoes in her hand like last time, and it had only been 20 minutes since he’d caught the
elevator. “Marilyn please, I’m sorry” He sighed and followed her from the building, he could see all the traffic moving about out here “My car is in the parking lot, let me drive us home.” He offered, it was all he could do right this minute, something small because he had no idea how to handle her.
She stopped walking, even though she didn’t look at him, they were going to the same place and she knew it. She was weighing up her options, he thought, or maybe she was weighing up if she wanted to be alone in a car with him, for the normally 20–minute drive to his apartment, but would likely take longer than that due to the heavy traffic as people started making their way home. The fireworks were over and the city was either still partying or going home
That drive was likely going to take 35 or 40 minutes right now, but it was the better option than her standing waiting for a cab that might never stop, if they were all pre–booked and had fares to pick up themselves.” Where’s the car?” she finally stated
“This way,” he’d offered, and she’d turned and followed him, gotten in even, when he opened the door for her, he reached down and made sure her dress was all the way in the car before closing the door and then had taken a deep breath in, before walking around to the drivers side and getting in himself.
He’d driven the Bentley tonight, and he’d seen her look at it before getting in, likely that to held painful memories, the realised. She’d been in this very car when she’d asked that question about the woman he loved, knowing of the clauses in their divorce. To which he’d answered yes, because he’d known it was her
But now he understood she thought he had another woman, one that was allowing him to attend to the clauses in their divorce so he could be free to be with her. He’d seen her pain at the airport that day, had convinced himself that everything would be alright when she got off the plane and saw him waiting for her. Only it never had been
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