As of Yet Untitled
Chapter Nine
By: Karisma
Rated: PG-13
Genre: Alt, Romance
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Standard Disclaimers Apply
February 2001



     I spun around, though some part of me had known who it was even before 
he had finished the first word.  I clenched the thick book guiltily behind 
me back, moving to counteract him when he stepped closer and cocked his head 
to the side to see what I was hiding behind me.
     I-uhI I trailed off stupidly, trying to answer his question, but 
all the while knowing there was no way to lie myself out of this even if I 
wanted to. And I didntI need this confrontationI had needed it for quite 
some time. Whether or not it would give me closure from this insane 
attraction and pull Darien had over me, at least I would know about him and 
his reasons and his pain and what he was feeling.
     Thats interesting, he deadpanned to my brilliant reply to his 
question. His reply was meant to be amusing, but he didnt smile.
     I took a step back and he followed. The book was still in my grasp and 
I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I would run into a wall or 
bookshelf and find myself cornered like prey. Before that happened, however, 
in one swift move, Dariens long arm twisted around and snatched the album 
from my hands.
     He furrowed his brow as he flipped through it and when I saw his 
reaction, I knew he had not known what I was doing, though his steel voice 
had implicated he had. Afraid of the fury that would no doubt be in his 
brilliant gaze, I searched frantically for an exit. Unfortunately the only 
one was the doorway, which would require me to dodge past Darien. A feat, 
which I not only was not fast enough, but not brave enough either.
     Squaring my shoulders and sticking my chin up stubbornly, I prepared to 
face reality.
     He slowly lifted his head and his face was shockingly expressionless. 
Why? He spoke the word clearly, yet softly. There was a thread of doubt 
and what I thought could be hurt in his voice. And his tone made me feel as 
if I had betrayed him in some way.
     Shrugging of the blameworthy feeling, I answered bravely. I had to 
know.
     I expected him to demand that I elaborate since my reply was not the 
clearest and detailed.  Instead, he nodded slowly as if he understood 
everything I was feeling.
     How long have you known? I lifted my head up to meet his gaze and 
almost gasped. Never, in the entire time I had known Darien, had his 
blue-silver eyes been this open and naked before. A world of emotions 
swirled and I was silent, staring at him, discerning the many layers of 
self-doubt, anger and suppressed pain. Whether or not he was being this open 
to me willingly, I did not know. But soon enough, the mask was in place, 
closing off and setting up a thick wall that would take endless patience and 
time to crumble.
     I finally realized I should answer his question. Andrew told me, but I 
dont think he knew you didnt want me to know. I paused before asking 
softly. Did you not want me to know?
     He sighed heavily and looked away, pushing a hand back through his dark 
hair. That was answer enough for me.
     Why? It was my turn to say the word. I pressed on, Weve known each 
other since we were children, why couldnt you tell me? Why was it kept a 
skeleton in the closet? I remembered my earlier thoughts. Do your parents 
know?
     They know all right. He laughed humorlessly, the sound cold and 
bitter. Both our parents know. And they both tried to stop me, along with 
Andrew. But I didnt listen. He seemed to dwell on that for a bit and for a 
while I thought he would elaborate, but he suddenly shook his head to get 
rid of such memories and focused on me. His eyes were glittering and hard. 
You think I wanted to show off my complete idiocy in marrying one of the 
cleverest, conniving witches known to man? You think after all these years, 
the first thing I want to tell you is that I, like a love-struck fool, 
impulsively married an unfaithful woman who couldnt be farther from the 
ideal wife and mother? Forgive me for not sending out cards about my 
failure, Serena. He finished his tirade sarcastically, but I knew it was a 
cover. He was hurting, maybe not by Melissas unfaithfulness, those wounds 
had probably mended, but his pride was in shreds. He saw Melissas inability 
to be a wifemuch less a decent personhis own failure. Instead of letting 
her mistakes be hers and hers alone, Darien had taken on the majority of the 
responsibility for his ruined marriage.
     Did she cheat? I had gotten that she had from whatever Darien had 
managed to slip out, but I was not sure.
     Did she cheat? Darien began to laugh, low and deep, but aching was 
still obviously the overriding emotion. I didnt join him, in fact my face 
was deathly serious. Serena, I think Melissa was faithful about a week, the 
first one, on our honeymoon. After we came home, I have it on good word, 
that she made her way through my entire office. He smiled wryly as I 
winced. The sting of such cruelty must have been awful to endure.
     I stared at him in wonder, trying to discover what on earth Melissas 
problem could be. To cheat on such a wonderfully unique man, to through away 
a lifetime of loving himand having that love returned. I felt a pang of 
jealousy, one that I did not deserve to feel, but did nonetheless. He had 
felt for her stronglyincredibly strongly, perhaps love, for the pain of 
what she did to have hurt him this much. Did Melissa know what she had done?
     Shes either incredibly stupid, or just plain crazy. I had not meant 
to say that, not out loud. I felt Dariens eyes focus on me from a few yards 
away and couldnt bring myself to meet his gaze. Instead, the dark wall held 
my undivided attention for quite a period of time.
     Why do you say that? He asked softly, coming closer. I swallowed; 
this was exactly what I had feared.
     Youre a great guy, Darien. I stumbled through a sincere, but 
non-committal reply. And any woman would be lucky to marry and have a life 
with you.
     Would you? He inquired so quietly that I wasnt sure that he had said 
anything at first, and when I realized what I thought I had heard, I nearly 
fainted.
     Well, IuhI, I cleared my throat and forced myself to calm down when 
I saw the flash of his smile. I decided to turn the situation into an 
amusing one.  Well, if youre asking, I suggest you get a rock to back up 
your statementand getting down on one knee wouldnt hurt.
     His bark of laughter was enough to bring a smile to my own lips. After 
a moment of comfortable silence, I worked up the courage to ask him a 
question that could infuriate him and ruin whatever spark of friendship or 
anything more I had with Darien.  Did you love her?
     I had expected him to yell, or tense up with silent rage. Judging from 
his lecture in the car when I first arrived, his real reaction was nothing 
short of stupefying. He titled his head thoughtfully before finally 
answering calmly. No, now that I look back, I dont believe I was. His 
tone grew dry. Which is a blessing, considering how hard I would have taken 
it if I had been in love with her.
     Your wife cheated on you with co-workers and you didnt care?
     Well, I thought I cared. Back then, I thought my world was falling 
apart. But now, I realized that mainly my concern was over how I could have 
been so nave and how I would face my co-workers.
     My jaw dropped at his statement. Wait a minute, you were just dealt 
with a severe blow concerning the lack of your wifes fidelity, and you were 
more agitated over your career?
      His brow furrowed disapprovingly. You make me sound like an unfeeling 
robot. He frowned.
     I sputtered for a bit before realizing I was a tad bit, insanely happy. 
Darien hadnt loved Melissa and the news made me ridiculously pleased.  
Confused at my emotions I then decided to go onto a different issue before I 
made him lose his temper. So if you didnt care that deeply for Melissa, 
then why not give marriage another go?
      His face darkened and he remained silent, his jaw tightening.
     Once bitten, twice shy, I suppose. Right? It was meant to taunt him 
out of his silence. Maybe even question his masculinity so much, he would 
angrily say he was thinking about marrying again.
    No, youre not right, Serena. His voice was calm and even, and it 
irritated me beyond words. The fact that I couldnt get under his skin, even 
with such a jarring comment, and he could effortlessly get under mine, 
annoyed me.
     Then? I challenged. It can only get better, Darien. You didnt love 
Melissa and your marriage did not work out. Also, you gained wisdom and 
insight that assist you in making the right choice for a partner. I paused 
before added gently. It can only get better.
     For the second time, Darien surprised me. Maybe youre right, Serena 
He said. Maybe youre right.
     And then he left.

****

    The next day, it rained continuously, with no signs of it letting up. 
Sometime after breakfast, I sat by a window seat, chin cupped in my hand, 
propped up on my elbow, watching rivulets of water slide slowly and rapidly 
down the clear pane.
     Hey, a voice called softly behind me. I didnt have to turn around to 
know who it was.
     Hey, I echoed and felt him sit next to me, staring out at the same 
scene I was.
     The area directly in front of us was a large circle of set gravel with 
a picnic table in the center. It was completely dry due to the awning above 
it. Around the picnic area was a trim of flowers and then large expanses of 
manicured, now wet grass. The grass sloped down a gentle hill to where the 
pool lay below, covered with a bright blue tarp. Access to the pool area was 
either running down the curving slope or the gentler, slower approach: 
around to the stone steps where a simple, but beautiful garden was planted.
     Bored? Darien gently asked, and I nodded.
     I snuck a peek at him, studying his dark profile as he stared 
thoughtfully ahead. His demeanor was light, but controlled, and it was as if 
nothing had happened last night.
     Okay, thats it! My fathers voice boomed from the study and after 
exchanging looks, Darien and I made our way there. We found the rest of the 
clan already there. I am sick and tired of the moping! He glared at all of 
us.
     Bryan is right, Dariens mother agreed. We can still have fun today. 
Its a reason to celebrate! Rita and Andrew have gotten married!
     What do you suppose we do? I rolled my eyes and gestured to the 
window, where it was still raining heavily. Have a picnic?
     My mothers eyes lit up and I knew I was going to regret my sarcasm. 
Thats a delightful idea, Serena!
    Um, Aunt Alicia? Andrew asked slowly as if speaking to a child, though 
addressing her by the names we had bestowed upon each others parents. 
There isnt that much sunshine outside.
     I know, Dear. She responded evenly, either not recognizing or opting 
to ignore Andrews patronizing tone. But it is still a reasonably nice 
temperature outsidethat was true, out here when it rained, it was still a 
mild temperatureand we have a nice, dry place to have the picnic! She 
clapped her hands, settling the matter and bustling off to explain the 
situation to Lita, the cook.
     Ritas parents seemed shocked at the suggestion, obviously still not 
used to our extended, impulsive, and plain weird family, but they agreed 
nonetheless.
     We headed out, making a mad dash for the dryness of the concrete. Only 
Darien stayed behind, savoring the feel of the cool rain on his skin. I 
stared at his slow descent from underneath the awning. For a man who seemed 
so immaculate, he certainly didnt mind getting wet. He reached me and 
grinned, before grabbing my arms quickly and swinging me out into the 
pouring rain. I shrieked and tried to fight him, but he only smiled wider 
and tightened his grip on me. I could hear the others cheerful laughter at 
my plight. It was not long before I was soaked through my short, jersey 
dress. My only redeeming factor was that it was a dark color and not too 
heavy.
     By this time, I could practically see the future ahead of us this 
afternoon. Whenever we had a surprise rain shower during the summer, we 
always ended up playing games in the rain. I had learned from experience, 
wet jeans were not comfortable to play in, nor where they any fun to get out 
of, so I looked with dismay at Ritas jeans and boat neck top.
     Dariens grip had relaxed, he was obviously sure that I wouldnt try 
and run away. With one deft motion, I gave him a hard shove, landing him 
straight down on the wet grass. I barely looked at his surprised face before 
I stuck my tongue out childishly and ran into the kitchen to help Lita.
     After a few moments, I came back out with a veggie platter covered with 
plastic to see indeed, the games had begun. I immediately recognized with 
surprise that Mina, Raye, Chad, and Melvin had dropped by for a brief visit. 
They were all playing in the pouring rain with Darien, Andrew, and Rita. I 
smiled as I quickly realized what they were doing: our very own version of 
rain Marco Polo. The point of the game was that one blindfolded person stood 
in the middle of a circle formed by the other players, trying to grab them 
in a hug by calling out to them in the traditional manner. The boundary was 
in the large square from the picnic area to the steps down to the pool.
     All of our parents sat watching from underneath the awning, munching on 
carrot sticks, looking amused at our childish antic, just as they had done 
years before.
     I smiled as I passed them, careful to stay as far away from the game as 
I could. Lita, looking quite happy for a woman who was drenched passed me on 
her way back from the picnic table. We both stopped, in no hurry due to both 
our wetness, and I invited her to stay for the rest of the picnic, even play 
for a bit.
     No, thats okay, she smiled and pulled a strand of brown hair away 
from her bright, green eyes. I had practically grown up with this woman, yet 
her tall figure and manner had not changed one bit. At my age its awfully 
hard to get rid of a cold so I better steer clear of them! With that and a 
small laugh, she made her way back into the large house.
     I continued my path across to sit with our earlier generation, debating 
whether or not to join in on the game after I finished putting all the food 
out.
     Marco! I heard Dariens strong voice call out playfully as I placed 
the platter on the wooden table and retraced my steps back.
     Polo! I specifically heard Ritas voice as she raced past me, a 
blindfolded Darien following at a much slower pace.
     Suddenly, large and very wet arms folded around me. I looked up in 
surprise and saw Darien pulling off his blindfold to see whom he had caught. 
His teasing eyes stilled as he realized whom he was holdingholding quite 
close actually.
     Doesnt count, I said lightly. Im not playing.
     He didnt smile as he placed the drenched handkerchief in Andrews hand 
and walked the rest of the way to the kitchenwith me still in his arms. I 
was forced to stumble along backwards since Darien obviously had no 
intention of letting me go. I didnt dare hazard a guess at what the others 
were thinking, but I suppose they could pass it off as another one of 
Dariens jokes on me. We made it to the empty kitchen where I decided to try 
and disentangle myself from Dariens arms.
      He loosened his arms from around my back to slid lightly around my 
waist. He lowered his head, gently nuzzling my neck. I think this is a much 
more fun game.  His lips slightly grazed my ear and I shivered 
involuntarily at his touch.
      I placed my hand firmly on his chest and gently pushed him away. I 
think we should both get back.
      He didnt look the least bit irritated, or even bemused at my rebuff, 
instead his eyes gave the impression of one being entertained. I was still 
confused when he replied evenly, merriment dancing in his eyes, Normally, I 
would do as you wish, but I know that isnt what you want so Ill choose to 
ignore that comment. He leaned in toward me as if to kiss me and I 
side-stepped him.
     Well, your perception must be off today, because thats what I do 
wantand Ill appreciate it if you do not ignore my comments. I crossed my 
arms over my chest protectively and took a defensive stance.
      Irritatingly enough, he still had that non-perplexed, mirthful quality 
all around him, which only served to fuel my aggravation.
     I still think youd rather stay in here with me.
     Oh, you do, do you? I retorted snappily. Well, how about you lay out 
my clothes for me, and cut up my meat, and while youre at it, why not just 
change my diapers! I ended furiously, throwing my hands in the air with 
exasperation.
      Ah, he began knowingly, unsuccessfully trying to hide his smile. 
Were back on the treating you like youre five kick.
     It is not a kick, I said disgustedly. Its the truth, now Im 
going back out there. Whether you choose to remain here with the 
refrigerator is up to you. My tone by now was frosty and clipped. I made a 
move to pass him in order to reach the door. His laughing voice stopped me
     So do I get to bathe you too? Is that part of the deal? My jaw 
dropped at his audacity and I reached my arm out, fully intending to slap 
his arm hard. Instead, he quickly grabbed my wrist and tugged me to him, 
covering my mouth with his own.
      I briefly considered wrenching myself away from him, but my mind soon 
became mush with the intoxicating feel of him and the alien smell of clean 
soap and masculine aftershave. With a sigh, I wrapped my arms around his 
neck and let myself be lost in the warm and delicate kiss. After some time 
that seemed like an eternity and only few seconds all at the same time, we 
both pulled apart.
     We both stared at each other for a moment, before Dariens crooked 
smile snapped me out of my drugged trance. Now tell me you want to go 
back.
    My eyes widened in hurt and anger at the prospect of being used. That 
was what it had all been about? A test to prove who was in control? To show 
me that he could turn my emotions off and on like a switch? It hadnt been a 
sweet, tender kiss between two people; it had been a chance to show off his 
authority. And I played along wonderfully, I realized with disgust aimed at 
myself. All that time I had spent denying my obvious attraction to him and 
he had just been flexing his musclesproving he could make any woman melt 
for him.
    I narrowed my eyes, keeping my jaw incredibly tight. I brushed past him 
brusquely, all but running out of the kitchen, my blood boiling so hot, I 
wasnt the least bit cold in my cotton dress.
     Serena? I heard Dariens surprised voice behind me, but I forged on, 
my steps loud and clear, not even giving a signal that I had heard him.
     I made it out to the yard where the rain was still coming down heavily. 
Forcing a smile on my face and strengthening my resolve to have fun and 
throw Dariens cruelness in his face by showing him the wonderful time I was 
having. That and by pointedly ignoring him, I was certain Darien Sandborn 
would be an unpleasant memory, filled with a few stolen kisses and nothing 
more.
     I joined the game immediately, being sure to kick off my shoes so I 
would not slide as easily. Andrew tied the blindfold around me and we 
resumed playing. After some time, I caught Rita and was able to pull the 
world of darkness off of me and relay it on to her. I noticed Darien staring 
at me intently from the bench, his eyes narrowed as if he was trying to 
solve the puzzle he apparently thought I was. On a whim, I laughed and 
smiled just a bit more, raising the voltage of my happiness.
     As if we were playing poker, Darien stood up, saw my happiness and 
decided to raise his own bet by joining the game himself. I made my face 
expressionless to his decision, only making sure to steer clear of him 
wherever he was.
     Before long, I was it again and I began to run after whoever I heard, 
with the exception of Darien. I made sure to catch someone in the opposite 
direction when I heard his uniquely husky voice call out Polo.
     I had a grip on a female hand when I my foot slid on the slick grass, 
causing me to fall, crashing into a hard body behind me. I felt both of us 
fall down and then tumble down the wet slope of the hill. When I finally 
came to a stop on my back, I groaned and propped myself up on my elbows, 
yanking off the handkerchief on face. Many yards away, I made out the 
bright, blue tarp on the pool, rain tapping relentlessly on it.
    I rolled over on my stomach and pushed myself up, my palms and knees 
flat on the grass. I stood up and straightened the skirt of my dress, making 
sure it covered my thighs appropriately. I then looked up to see the poor 
soul I had carried down with me. I began laughing when I realized that the 
poor soul was ironically Darien, who lay sprawled on his back, looking 
quite dazed. His hair was tousled and his clothes slightly disheveled. All 
in all, he looked about the most rumpled and uncontrolled I had ever seen 
him. Here was Dariencool and always in command Darienlooking up at the sky 
in a daze. For a moment, worry ran through my veinswhat if he was 
unconscious or dead? But soon enough, Darien raised his head and groaned.
     My amusement quelled my sour mood from earlier and I amiability offered 
my hand to him.
     He looked at my hand and then me for a long moment before finally 
saying. So I guess this means the silent treatment is off?
     I was still quite upset at what happened in the kitchen, and rightfully 
so. But something about the entire situation and my inexplicable, new found 
joviality made me smile instead of answering him with what would be a 
reassuring lie.
      He smiled back and I steeled my nerves against the power of that 
charming grin. He accepted my hand and covered it with is own large, warm 
one. I pulled back as he was lifted up, and promptly fell down at the 
unexpected weight that was put on me.
    Oh, how the tables were turned, I thought with dismay as I saw Darien 
looming over me, laughter curving his sensuous mouth and mirth crinkling the 
corners of his cobalt eyes. I shifted uncomfortably on the grass, a grimace 
on my face for a split second before it was replaced with a giggle. Here I 
was, on my bum with my wet hair and a now clingy dress in the pouring rain.
     Need some help? We both laughed for a moment and I accepted his 
proffered hand. He lifted me up with surprising ease, but too much force. I 
crashed into Dariens chest. After a second of staring at his soaked white 
shirt, I lifted my head slowly to find him staring down at me, a strangely 
slumberous look in his darkened eyes.
     I stepped back, fully intending to push him away and not let myself 
fall into this trap once again, but he was too quick, winding his arms 
around me securely and pressing his lips against my hair.
    Ill meet you in your room tonight, he whispered hoarsely before 
letting me go from the fierce embrace.
     Not responding, I jogged up the hill, laughing and relaying tales to 
the large, curious group ahead of me. Needless to say, we discontinued the 
game, opting to eat instead. But even as I let myself enjoy the good food 
and wonderful conversation between friends and family, I couldnt help but 
notice the warm, liquid feeling flaming in my stomach every time I thought 
about what Darien would say tonight.

****

     Later that day, I was sitting on my bed, files scattered upon my 
comforter as I organized them to compile data. I adjusted my small, 
gold-rimmed glasses before resuming fingering the slim, silver cross I wore 
around my neck. I had been up here since after dinner, working on my single 
clients advertisement.
     When the door opened and I immediately knew it was Darien, my gaze flew 
to the clock and was surprised to realize it wasnt as early as I thought it 
was. Time apparently flew. As I saw him, I felt less than glamorous in my 
white knit shirt and soccer shorts.
     Darien softly closed the door behind me and settled himself on my bed, 
fingering the stacks of paper around me. Hey. He said quietly.
     Hello. I offered distantly, remembering what I had learned in the 
kitchen earlier today.
     He noticed my aloof tone and sighed heavily, as if he were a victim 
being persecuted by an unfeeling woman. What did I do now?
     Why do you assume you did something wrong? I answered with a question 
of my own, no warmth seeping into my voice.
     Youre usually a lot more receptive than this, he smiled charmingly, 
relaxing on his side, crooking elbow and cupping his head with his hand. It 
was the most casual I had ever seen him and it unnerved me to see him this 
close and comfortable.
      It must hurt you deeply to see a female so immune to your charms, I 
bit out sarcastically.
     Oh, my heart is breaking, he assured mockingly, his smile never 
leaving his face. He leaned over to tuck a stray hair from my ponytail 
behind my ear. Nice glasses. He shifted gears so smoothly I gaped at him 
before gaining my equilibrium.
     Thank you, I said stiffly.
     They suit you better than your old ones, he continued suavely and I 
suddenly remembered that time so long ago in my bedroom when Darien saw me 
without glasses for the first time.
     I like my contacts better. I replied shortly, watching him settle 
back down in his previous position.
     Me, too. His mouth curved up slowly again. They show off your eyes. 
He leaned forward, his voice hushed. And I love your eyes, Serena. He 
placed the lightest of kisses on my lips before drawing back to look at me. 
As a matter of fact, I love everything about you. He shifted his body in 
one swift motion so I was suddenly in his arms with no idea of how I got 
there. Your hair, your skin, your smile, your laugh, your mouth he leaned 
in about a breath away from my lips. I especially love your mouth. And 
then there was no more talking as I lost myself in his dizzying embrace, 
intoxicated by his expert kisses, and unwillingly wanting more.
      I managed to force the reasons why I should not be doing this into my 
thoughts and immediately pushed him away vehemently, both our breathing 
labored.
     While thats a nice thought, and Im flattered, my tone was curt, 
showing I was anything but. But I dont really see any reason to continue 
I could not bring myself to say the words, so I gestured to us.
     Any reason? He repeated, cocking one dark eyebrow. How about this? I 
like you and you like meso how about we go steady? Ill carry your books 
for you and walk you home and well even pass notes before homeroom. His 
disarming grin was back in place.
      I scowled at the high-school reference and crossed my arms over my 
chest. I think you have attraction mistaken for keeping your reputation 
intact.
     His smile disappeared quicker than a cobra struck its prey. Excuse 
me? He asked icily.
     I stuck my chin up stubbornly. Admit it. You cant stand the thought 
of any woman not throwing herself willingly at youso you resort to seducing 
themwhether or not you find them appealing or not!
     He stared at me, shock written clearly all over his angled face before 
his eyes turned black with tight anger. Ill give you a minute to take back 
what you just said. He said lowly, his voice dangerously soft.
     I was too indignant and pushed away the modicum of fear that crept 
coldly in me. And if I dont?
     You sure changed to be a gusty thing, didnt you?
     I blushed deeply, not knowing how to respond to such a statement. But I 
held my ground, my eyes never leaving his in silent surrender.
     After a moment, he sighed heavily. Serena, I consider myself to be a 
strong individual, and with that, I recognize the pride I have within me. I 
snorted at the understatement, but was silent when he shot me a look. But 
Im insulted that you see me as so egotistical I would go beneath every 
sense of morality I have. I would never compromise myself and any woman just 
to pacify my reputation and apparently extraordinary ego. He bit out the 
last part caustically and I was surprised to realize I believed him 
wholeheartedly. His demeanor changed from artic to sunny in two seconds 
flat. But I, too, am flattered that you believe me to be soappealing to 
all women.
     I groaned inwardly at the compliment I inadvertently bestowed upon him. 
Wonderful, now Ive managed to feed thatwhat was the term you 
usedExtraordinary egoto even greater proportions. I finished wryly, 
salvaging whatever shred of pride I had left.
     It apparently worked because Darien tipped his head and chuckled at my 
dry wit. When he finished laughing, his expression turned solemn as he 
looked fixedly at me. Youre different.
     My jaw all but dropped at the two words. What is that supposed to 
mean? I asked shakily, not sure if it was a compliment, an insult, or a 
random comment.
     His smile disappeared quicker than a cobra struck its prey. Excuse 
me? He asked icily.
     I stuck my chin up stubbornly. Admit it. You cant stand the thought 
of any woman not throwing herself willingly at youso you resort to seducing 
themwhether or not you find them appealing or not!
     He stared at me, shock written clearly all over his angled face before 
his eyes turned black with tight anger. Ill give you a minute to take back 
what you just said. He said lowly, his voice dangerously soft.
     I was too indignant and pushed away the modicum of fear that crept 
coldly in me. And if I dont?
     You sure changed to be a gusty thing, didnt you?
     I blushed deeply, not knowing how to respond to such a statement. But I 
held my ground, my eyes never leaving his in silent surrender.
     After a moment, he sighed heavily. Serena, I consider myself to be a 
strong individual, and with that, I recognize the pride I have within me. I 
snorted at the understatement, but was silent when he shot me a look. But 
Im insulted that you see me as so egotistical I would go beneath every 
sense of morality I have. I would never compromise myself and any woman just 
to pacify my reputation and apparently extraordinary ego. He bit out the 
last part caustically and I was surprised to realize I believed him 
wholeheartedly. His demeanor changed from artic to sunny in two seconds 
flat. But I, too, am flattered that you believe me to be soappealing to 
all women.
     I groaned inwardly at the compliment I inadvertently bestowed upon him. 
Wonderful, now Ive managed to feed thatwhat was the term you 
usedExtraordinary egoto even greater proportions. I finished wryly, 
salvaging whatever shred of pride I had left.
     It apparently worked because Darien tipped his head and chuckled at my 
dry wit. When he finished laughing, his expression turned solemn as he 
looked fixedly at me. Youre different.
     My jaw all but dropped at the two words. What is that supposed to 
mean? I asked shakily, not sure if it was a compliment, an insult, or a 
random comment.
     It means exactly what I saidyoure different. Darien smiled at my 
bemusement.
     Oh, I said dumbly. Then I decided to get right down to business. Now 
the fact of the matter is, this must stop. I tried to make my voice as 
stern and unambiguous as possible.
     And why is that?
    Because, I implored, desperately wishing he would recognize the truth 
of what I was about to say. You dont want a relationship.
     Says who? He pretended to look offended and I squeezed my eyes shut, 
praying he would stop taking this so lightly.
     When I opened my eyes and continued, I saw my face must have set some 
spark of graveness inside him. I want all the things youre running away 
from: a serious relationship, a commitment, marriage, children He remained 
silent and I took a deep breath before persisting. If we should continue 
whatever we have right now, one of us would come to expect certain things 
that the other is not prepared to giveand that would just lead to chaos 
everywhere! He raised a brow at my seemingly exaggerated thought. Its 
true! I insisted. Our families are close, Darien, and if we parted on bad 
terms, it would effect everyone, not just us. Our relatives would grow 
bitter at each other and things would never be the same!
     I think, Darien began slowly and quietly. That you worry an awful 
lot for such a small girl.
     I groaned in exasperation. Well, I have to worry enough for the both 
of us, because you certainly arent!
    The reason Im not running around like a chicken with its head cut 
off, he said, smiling affectionately, which I returned with a glower, is 
because the only thing I see is two people who would like to make a go of 
it. Everyone else be damned.
     Havent you been listening? I exploded. Even if the issue of our 
families werent one, there is still too much conflict between us. I told 
you what Im looking forand it is exactly what you dont want and arent 
ready for!
     How do you know Im not ready? He asked carefully.
     You told me! My patience was all but spent, while Darien had a 
plethora of it with his calm demeanor and gentle smile. I took a deep, 
soothing lungful of air. And then began, much slower this time. It wouldnt 
work between us, you know that. Youre you and Im me.
     And thats always been a setback. He deadpanned.
     I didnt notice the thread of amusement in his voice as I nodded 
empathically.
     Serena, he said calmly, speaking very slowly as he lowered his head 
to be under mine and stared directly into my eyes. This is between you and 
me. If Im going to marry you, I certainly dont want ten other people in 
our marriagefamily or not.
     I tilted my head up and opened my mouthfully prepared to launch myself 
into another tirade, when I stopped and narrowed my eyes, not sure if I had 
heard him correctly. Whatwhat did you just say? I whispered scarcely.
     He looked positively smug at my being stunned stupid. If I marry you
     Marry? I interrupted him, my eyes growing larger by the second. 
Marry!
     Yes, he said patiently. Its when two people who care about each 
other deeply, go to a placeusually a churchand
     I know what a wedding is! I snapped, before softening my face and 
getting back to the original point. You want to marry me? The question was 
slightly embarrassing, leaving myself open for blatant rejection.
     Well, how can I manage to do that when you adamantly refuse to start a 
relationship with me? I tried to scowl at his cockiness, but found I was 
too delighted to do such a thing. Now, if I try and kiss you, will I get 
slapped?
     Do you get slapped often? I asked smartly, a grin curving the corners 
of my mouth up.
     Are you kidding? With this face? He admonished with mock smugness. 
As you said so yourself, woman fall at my feet. He let an arrogant smile 
sweep over his face and I promptly picked up the nearest thing at my 
disposal, a dark blue scarf, and tossed it in his self-satisfied face.
     His expression grew serious as he took the scarf and looped it around 
my neck and tugged the two ends toward him, bringing closer to him. And then 
he kissed me, slowly and thoroughly as if we had the time in the world. For 
a moment, I vaguely remembered I had overlooked to question him about the 
change of heart and attitude toward matrimony, but as Darien deepened the 
kiss, all thoughts of such things flew right out of my head.

****

     A few days later found me blissfully happy at my desk, in my own, 
rather large office, rejoicing in the success of my latest client. I spun 
around in my black leather chair, much like a child enjoying a ride. After 
my fifth turn, I faced the doorway to see Darien gazing at me with his 
eyebrows raised, trying to hide the beginnings of a smirk. I blushed and 
cleared my throat, And how may I help you?
     So formal? He chided, crossing the room with few, long strides. He 
pecked my cheek and then leaned back against the corner of my desk, looking 
down at me. Im leaving for the dinner now, do you want a ride?
     I looked with dismay at the stack of papers I had yet to look over in 
my initial excitement concerning my newfound success. AhIll meet you 
there. I smiled sheepishly and he grinned knowingly at me. He turned and 
walked out of the door, and with one more look at the work that awaited me, 
I called out, And tell everyone Ill be a bit late.
     I heard his deep laughter ring through the empty halls as he strode 
over to the elevators. I sighed at forced myself to concentrate. About half 
way through the fine print, the phone rang shrilly, cutting through the deep 
silence that the barren atmosphere had created.
     FS Enterprises, Serena Fields speaking. I said politely, idly tapping 
my pen against the wood of my mahogany desk.
     Ms. Fields, this is Mr. Siels secretary, Im sorry to be calling so 
late, but there has been a slight mishap concerning the sales. If you would 
be so kind to meet Mr. Siel tonight, it would be greatly appreciated. I 
sighed heavily. How could I say no?
     Where should I meet him?
     The surprisingly familiar voice gave me an address and took my promise 
to be there in twenty minutes.
     When I arrived at the abandoned warehouse, I triple checked the piece 
of paper in front of me, willing it to magically change every time. Surely 
this desolate place, filled with heaps of tires and other unwanted and 
orphaned parts could not be where I was intended to go. Hello? I finally 
called out tentatively.
     Glad to see you could make it. The voice on the phone said coldly, 
and I struggled once again to place it. The woman stepped out of the 
darkness in a finely pressed Chanel suit and I finally saw her face.
      Melissa. I said, letting out my breath. What is this all about? I 
waved the paper in my hand with a flick of my wrist.
     What? She pouted derisively, her eyes glittering with something dark 
and indefinable. No hellos?
    I glared at her silently, my contempt for her undisguised and vibrating 
in the thick air surrounding us.
    She lost whatever sarcastic pleasantries she may have been ready to 
lavish on me. Her crimson mouth tugged upward in a sneer, her green eyes 
raking over me slowly as to reassure herself of her own superiority.
     Well, she said smugly after her survey of my assets, that confirms 
it. Her tone had a triumphant ring echoing through its words.
      Confirms what? I lost a bit of my confidence, thought Id die before 
I let her know it. Melissa was a bit taller than me, even with my low heels, 
and she took advantage of every inch she had over me.
     That Darien wants one thing from you. She told me, as if it was 
blatantly obvious to everyone but myself.
      And what would that be? My assurance was back with reinforcements. 
This had to be absolutely ludicrous, with no possible verification. The only 
thing that was driving Melissa to this was jealousy or absolute greed. But 
still, listening to how she would try and poison me would be entertaining if 
nothing else.
      Money, darling.
      I stared at her for one long moment, trying to decide whether to burst 
out laughing or stay open-mouthed in shock. Honestly, Melissa. You would 
think a woman such as yourself could think of something more intelligent 
than that. Money? Darien has more of it than me! I finished with a 
condescending laugh that let her know exactly how preposterous I thought her 
to be.
     She simply smiled at me patiently, her face serene; the only clue that 
her passive comportment was not true was her blazing eyes. People always 
want more money, Serena. Its called greed for a reason. And Dariens access 
to more wealth and power comes in the shape of a five-foot six, innocent 
little thing who is dense enough to believe that a manespecially one such 
as Dariencould want her for anything more than her trust fund.
      My temper flared and I lost whatever upper hand I had over Melissa. My 
calm demeanor was all I had to let her know what I thought of her, with her 
last words I let go of my restraint and let her clearly see what impact her 
words had on me.
     And you know this from experience? I replied scathingly.
     It worked. Melissas aristocratic nostrils flared slightly at the 
mention of her feminine appeal being questioned. Darien wanted me as a 
womanhe sees me as one. You, on the other hand, are just one blank check, 
in the form of a, ah, rather petite girl. She once again let her icy green 
eyes flick over me from a much greater height, saying the words with such 
disdain, one would think I was vertically challenged.
     I nodded innocently. Yes, Melissa. I suppose you may be quite right. 
I saw her haughty look of vanity as fuel to continue. But if Darien sees 
you as such a magnificent woman, then remind me again why you are divorced?
     Melissas perfectly painted mouth tightened in a grim line. I didnt 
sign a pre-nup, Serena. That was the biggest mistake of my life. And I 
didnt come here to exchange insults; I came to warn you. Dont make my 
mistake.
     Oh, I know your mistake, Melissa. Dont worry. And I also wont be 
doomed to repeat it, because unlike you, I dont intend on cheating on him 
with the entire office!
     Melissas eyes grew wide and for the first time I noticed a chink in 
her impenetrable, icy armor of steel: she was terrified of people knowing of 
her infidelity. One leak and her entire case of alimony would disappear 
faster than a cobra could strike. Then, as quickly as the alarmed look had 
washed over her features, it was gone, replaced with the same look of 
implacable frigidness.
    Look, she seethed through clenched teeth, I just came to warn you: 
stay away from Darienit isnt an idle threat, Serena. She extended her 
long pointer finger at me, the smart red polish glinting in the dim light.
      Jealous much? I smirked.
     Melissas voice turned dangerously soft, a complete antithesis of her 
formidable temper. Hell take your money and your business and then leave 
youjust like he did me. Only this time, hes smarter. He wont love you 
like he loved me, no matter what you do. Her demeanor turned smug as she 
referred to the way she broke Dariens heart and trust, as if it was a 
crowning achievement she had yet to be praised for.
     Well, thats a bit startling, considering we mean to wed. I lied, the 
words escaping my mouth before I had a chance to cool off from her vicious 
retort. I had the satisfaction of her brief startledness before her composed 
mask was in place once again.
     I see Darien has wasted no time in his plan. She sneered, lazily 
plucking invisible lint off her impeccable emerald-colored skirt. Say 
good-bye to your business, Serena. Because once Darien had taken you for a 
rideand left you bereft and penniless, he and I will be enjoying our long 
overdue reconciliation in Paris. Thats right, think back to that day when 
Darien left you and came to meet me. Im not supposed to tell you, it isnt 
part of the plan. But I do feel sorry for you, Serena, so dont ever say I 
was never charitable.
      I stared at her in shock, a seed of doubt reluctantly planting itself 
deep within me. Darien had left that morning and came back ready to pursue a 
relationshipperhaps get the plan into action? But no, he couldnthe 
wouldnt. In any case, nobody could fake the kind of passion we had 
together, not even someone as experienced as Darien. I thought back to my 
lie and decided to override it with the truth, knowing full well I would get 
more answers that way. Darien has only mentioned marriage lightly, I highly 
doubt he will take affirmative action in the near future.
     Melissa cocked one perfectly arched, mahogany brow at me, tossing her 
thick hair behind her shoulder. If she recognized my blunder, she gave no 
physical proof of it. Smiling that practiced twitch of hers, carefully 
produced as to not leave any wrinkles in her later years, she gave me a 
knowing look as if explaining things patiently to a child, who could not 
conceive even the simplest of matters. He will, darling. He will.
     I chose to ignore the dripping caustic venom with which the endearment 
oozed of. Im sure, Melissa. I bit out, with equal hostility. It seems 
perfectly reasonable to me that Darien will marry and then crassly dump a 
woman who comes from a family he has beenand always will be--in close 
contact with. It makes such perfect sense, I shudder to think of my 
obtuseness for not catching this ingenious realization myself. You have 
superb detective skills, Ms. GresonI was careful to use her maiden 
namemight I suggest a career as a sleuth rather than bed-hopping? With 
that final word, I spun on my heel and left an enraged and shocked woman who 
was so hell-bent on revenge and a bit more money, she gave no thought as to 
how much she lied, cheated and manipulated peoples thoughts and emotions.
     He took my business away, Serena. He came back to me, but he wont do 
the same for you. So be careful with him.
     I continued walking away from the dimly lit, abandoned building as if I 
hadnt heard. Darien and I were in a relationship and as much as I willed it 
to go toward marriage, it wasnt happening; Darien just wasnt ready yet. 
And if Darien had no inclinations to get married, than he could not very 
well be gold digging, now could he? Satisfied with that indisputable logic, 
I revved my engine and pulled away into the night; far away from Melissa and 
her lies and closer to Darien.
     I dropped my keys with a small clatter in a small bowl near my door, 
kicking off my shoes as I did so. Humming lightly, I unbuttoned my navy blue 
jacket and draped it over a chair on the way to my balcony. Stepping into 
cool night in my bare feet, I shivered lightly in my light, crme colored 
blouse and looked out into the dark night. Lights everywhere twinkled and 
shimmered, forming a constellation of life even in the velvety stillness. My 
eyes intent on the scene in front of me and my mind a million miles away, 
focusing on a rather unpleasant conversation I partook just a few minutes 
before, I did not notice anothers presence until I felt two strong snake 
around my waist and hold me back against a hard chest. I allowed myself a 
sharp intake of breath and immediately released it upon hearing a familiar, 
low chuckle.
     You scared me, I reprimanded, welcoming the secure feeling of his 
warmth seep into me.
     I know, he replied insolently, propping his chin atop my blonde head, 
sharing the spectacular view.
     How would you like that slap, I muttered a referral to our past 
conversation.
     Id gladly accept it, on the sole condition that Id get a kiss 
afterward.
     I turned in his arms and smiled up at him, basking in the feeling of 
tenderness in those dark eyes.
     I missed you at dinner, he said softly, tracing my jaw lightly.
     My eyes widened, Im sorry, I completely forgot!
     He laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners in such a way that I was 
reminded of a young boy chasing me around the pool. I figured as much. 
Dont worry, I covered for you.
     Thank you, I said sweetly and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Moving 
away, I entered my warm apartment, heading for the kitchen.
     Darien followed me inside and sat down on the sofa, watching me from 
his vantage point. Are you planning to stare at me all night? I called, 
not turning from my search for a glass in my cupboards.
     Yes.
     I came back with two glasses of water and handed him one, smiling 
nervously at his intent gaze. When he didnt say anything more, I sat next 
to him and broke the silence. What!
      He smiled serenely. Youre beautiful.
     I blushed and stuttered at the unexpected and direct compliment. 
WellIahthank you. I stared down at my water glass as if were a crystal 
ball.
     Serena?
     Hmm? I looked up expectantly.
     Marry me.

