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Dedicated to Jesus, for without You, nothing is possible.
To Jeremy, who always think that I am able.
To Jhao, your casual words got me started on the first word in this book.
And Frankie, thanks for finding time to edit this book for me!
To the people at Compassion.com, thank you, for your efforts to help children all over the world.
Releasing children from poverty in Jesus' name.
"Faith? Why are you sitting here?" Confusion and indignation blended into Zac's handsome features. His blue eyes, like that of a perfect day, darkened, and the fine lines within the deep blue raged like a storm.
Once again, Faith found herself swept away in the currents of his eyes.
"Faith? Why are you sitting here?" Zac repeated his question, as he stretched out his hands to pull Faith up to her feet.
Faith remained silent, thinking it through in her head for a way to phrase her answer without getting anyone into trouble. Then, she saw Zac's brows furrow deeper and knew he was getting impatient. He never had any patience if he felt that she wasn't being well taken care of.
"I was waiting for you," she paused slightly, considering her words before speaking them. "I tried calling, but I guess Mindy was busy, and she didn't pick up."
Instantly, Mindy's eyes widened and she rummaged in her bag for her cell phone, while Zac turned to look at her with an unforgiving glare.
"Zac, it wasn't her fault. When she didn't pick up, I didn't bother to call again cos' I thought the two of you were probably busy. The genius in me thought I would just come by and see if I could get you here. I should have called again." She placed her hand on his arm, drawing his attention back to her.
Mindy gave Faith a small smile, grateful that she had stepped in to help. Zac was an excellent boss, but when it came to Faith, Zac could become rather scary. She knew that no matter how well she performed at work, if she were to ever do anything that would cause a mere inconvenience to Faith, she would be thrown out before she could explain or apologize.
"Why didn't you call me?"
"You know I don't like to disturb you." A long-standing debate between them, which neither had yet to give in.
"All right," Zac knew better than to dwell on their Pandora's Box. "Then why are you still here in the lobby and not up in my office?"
"Zac, this is your office building. Technically, I am in your office." Faith flashed him a bright smile, hoping that he would just let the issue pass.
He softened, but rolled his eyes and pressed Faith for an answer. "I have known you long enough to know that you do this when you are trying to get my mind off the main issue. So, why are you still here in the lobby?"
Faith sighed. There is no way he is going to let it go. "Your front desk lady said that I couldn't go in without an appointment."
Zac drew in a deep breath as he turned toward the counter.
"Zac, please. It's a small thing, don't..."
Zac didn't hear a single word. He took Faith's hand and strode toward the front desk. "Who was the one who denied Miss Preston from entering my building?"
There was no need for a verbal answer. The one in question blanched the moment she saw Faith.
Faith cringed and looked away, turning to Mindy.
Mindy knew Faith wanted her to step in to stop what was to befall the poor woman at the counter, but Mindy raised both her palms up and shook her head. When Zac had his armor on for Faith, it was best to simply stay out of the way or risk being slaughtered along the way.
"Zac..." Faith said his name in a whisper, but Zac heard her. His hand tightened, and he pulled her close.
"Miss Preston is my personal friend. She is one of the few who can stroll in here without an appointment, and I will drop all my work for her. So, unless there is a threat or a fire in the building, she is to be allowed anywhere she wants. You understand me?"
Faith's free hand cupped over his, letting him know that it was enough.
He sighed softly when he turned and saw her anxiety. Giving her a reassuring smile, he turned back to the woman. "The only reason I'm not firing you at this very moment is because I know she will get upset with me over it."
Faith chuckled. She knew the worst was over.
"However, I can assure you that if this is to ever happen again, I will fire you."
"I understand, Mr. Hayden." The front desk lady nodded and kept her head low, avoiding Zac's eyes.
Leaning close to Zac's arm, Faith gave Zac a light tug. "Let's go."
Faith entered the Hayden's office building and walked straight up to the security gantry. She held the security card in her hand and scanned the card that would give her full access to every part of the building.
She saw the initial skepticism on the security guard's face, but he instantly wiped it off, giving Faith a polite smile and a nod as she entered the gantry, and strode toward the lift.
Marbled floorings tiled the lobby, and a song that Faith didn't recognize, played in the background. The entire lift area was empty, except for a man clad in the usual well-pressed black business suit with a crisp white shirt. It wasn't unusual, considering that it was lunchtime, and most of the employees would be out having their lunch break.
The man was fully focused on his Blackberry, pressing away on the tiny buttons while he waited for the lift. When he felt Faith's presence, he lifted his eyes from the phone for a second, and cast a quick glance at her. His eyes registered the unfamiliar face and he was returning to his phone when he saw what she was wearing.
Her casual indigo blue jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers were a stark contrast to what anyone would wear to work. Faith could feel his eyes scrutinizing her from head to toes. She coiled her fingers around the strap of her bag and looked away. She had never enjoyed being the center of attention, and his scrutiny was making her uncomfortable.
As the lift door opened, Faith hesitated for a moment, wondering if it would be better to wait for another lift. Chiding herself for being absurd, she trotted in behind the man. He scanned his security pass, pressed the button for the twenty-fourth level, and stepped back for Faith to press the button.
His watchful eyes never left Faith, as she stepped forward, scanned her card, and pressed the button for the fortieth floor.
The fortieth floor belonged to Zac's personal office. Zac and Mindy were supposed to be the only ones who had a card to access that particular level. Anyone else would require special permission from either of them to enter.
Faith used to call Mindy to let her know that she was here, so that Mindy could let her in. However, Zac had once gotten back to find Faith sitting in the lobby, because Mindy had missed her call, and the front lobby refused to let her get through to Zac without an appointment.
He was furious that Faith hadn't called him directly, because he would have settled the problem immediately. Yet, instead of giving her a lecture, he redirected his anger to the front desk lady. Faith knew that if she hadn't been there beside him, he would have dismissed her on the spot.
Zac had always been protective of her that way. His first priority was always to protect her, even if the situation was due to her own fault.
Despite the warning he had given to the front desk, it wasn't enough to satisfy Zac. The very next day, Zac drove over to her house, and gave Faith her own security card.
Faith had laughed and shook her head in disbelief, but accepted the card anyway. She knew that Zac wouldn't relent in his stubbornness when it came to protecting her.
Back in the lift, Faith was wishing that she had thrown the card out. She would rather wait for him in the lobby than to have his staff's eyes focused on her, as if she was some kind of terrorist, sneaking in to destroy the building.
Faith kept her eyes straight ahead and placed a nonchalant look on her face, pretending that the man didn't exist.
Just before stepping out of the lift, the man gave her another suspicious, or perhaps, quizzical look. Again, Faith looked away. She pretended to be examining her reflection. When the lift door closed, Faith let out an audible sigh. Doesn't he know that it is rude to stare?
Shaking her head, she checked her watch and wondered if Zac would be in his office. She would have called, but she was afraid to disturb him.
Zac could never understand why she was so unyielding about the issue. He always told her that he didn't mind her disturbing him, and that he would drop anything that he was doing for her.
In fact, Faith knew that, but precisely because she knew that, she never liked calling him during working hours.
She stretched her back and took in a deep breath, trying to shake off the weariness that was plaguing her. She had just wrapped up her latest mission trip, gotten off the plane and had come straight here to look for Zac.
Faith loved the mission trips she took with her church. Part of the advantage of being born with a silver spoon in her mouth was the freedom that Faith enjoyed - the freedom to travel around the world and help the less privileged.
This time around, her trip was much more fruitful. Not only did she get to teach English to the children in Indonesia, she had managed to invest money in a factory, and helped to provide some work for the locals.
Though she had chanced onto the project and thought it was a brilliant idea, Faith was rather apprehensive about taking it up.
She knew that having a stable income would mean a world of difference to the families. A factory where the women could sew and sell their traditional clothes, providing income to their family, and contributing to the economy. However, she didn't have any experience.
A million different things could go wrong, and she could end up wrecking everything, but she couldn't deprive the village of their opportunity, simply because she had fears. Therefore, she dove into it clueless, praying that God would take care of the details for her. And He sure did.
Everything on the trip had gone smooth enough for her to get back on time.
She had previously emailed Zac, telling him that the trip might be delayed for another few days. When all the administrative nightmares were finally settled, she found herself making a mad dash toward the boarding gate, getting there just in time before they shut the door in her face.
Even before the plane took off, Faith was asleep. The fatigue that, she had managed to keep at bay, suddenly overwhelmed her. When she got off the plane, she dragged herself all the way into George's car and she found herself dozing off throughout the drive to Zac's office.
George, her housekeeper, had tried to persuade Faith into going straight home, but she had insisted on dropping in on Zac first.
As the lift's door opened, Faith stepped out to absolute silence and sunlight streaming in through the glass windows. Her sneakers slipped slightly as she walked on the marble flooring. Either, it had just been recently polished, or perhaps, it was time to get another pair of sneakers. Mindy wasn't at her desk, so she just strolled right past, and headed toward Zac's office.
She leaned her ears onto the door, trying to listen to any sound that indicated Zac or someone being inside, but there didn't seem to be any sound or movement within. Thinking that Zac was out for lunch, she pushed the door open.
"Gosh, sorry!"
Her apology was coupled with gasps from the unknown female whose tongue was currently in Zac's mouth. Faith immediately turned around and stepped out before anyone said anything else.
Faith's finger splayed across her face, as she shook her head. She wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or irritated, although she really had no cause to be feeling the latter.
She made her way toward the other side of the room where a black leather sofa leaned against a thick glass wall.
She certainly shouldn't be surprised to see another woman draping herself all over Zac. He had grown up in a family without love. His parents were like strangers living under the same house. Over the years, Zac seemed to have convinced himself that no one would ever truly love him for who he was, and that happy-ever-after didn't exist anywhere, except in fairy tales.
What made it worse was that he never had to seek out women; they came to him in droves. He was, after all, extremely good looking. His dark brown hair only emphasized his clear blue eyes, making him look dangerously sexy. Standing over six feet, he had broad shoulders that made anyone around him feel safe, and the hours spent in the gym had produced his chiseled muscles that put him on par with Roman gods.
Then, there was the success in his family business that had placed him in the top ten bachelor lists of various magazines for the past few years.
The Hayden's company had been at its best and most profitable ever since Zac took over. His father had passed away in a car accident during his last year of college. He was suddenly thrown into a world of sharks, with business partners and even family members who were obviously fishing in muddy waters. Everyone was trying to manipulate or intimidate him into doing things their way.
Fortunately, for the company, Zac was a brilliant businessman. Much better than his father, Blake Hayden, ever was. Zac had grown the Hayden Empire bigger than what his father could have ever achieved.
The company was at its most prosperous, and with what many economic magazines had said, had limitless potential.
Faith had never met any of the women who graced magazines or news with Zac, except for the occasional times when they saw each other at a function. Even then, Zac had never bothered to introduce them to her. He would simply leave them with whomever they were speaking to, and go talk to her.
It never really mattered to Faith; she always knew he never took any of the women seriously. Why then did sourness seem to be creeping up on her? Why couldn't she shake the image of that blonde bimbo in her short black dress clinging onto him?
They were just kissing. You guys are just friends. Grow up. Faith reminded herself.
"Faith!"
Faith jumped and spun around. Zac's voice brought her out of her trance, and she found herself steps away from her devastatingly handsome friend.
Devastating, because that was all they were ever going to be - friends.
"I don't have to go, you can tell her to leave. I'll wait," an annoying, shrill voice whined. The woman behind the voice pranced up behind Zac, hooked her arms into his, and leaned onto him.
A fresh wave of annoyance and rage washed over Faith, or perhaps, it was jealousy. Once again, when Faith tried to remind herself that she had no right to feel that way, another wave of frustration crashed into her.
The blonde bimbo gave Faith a quick head-to-toe glance, and glared at Faith with a smug look on her face. The look of contempt was enough to morph instantly, all that she was feeling into self-consciousness.
Faith looked at the blonde and had to admit to herself that she was beautiful. Her features were sharp, and she was well polished. It was obvious the woman had taken time in every inch of her. Her make-up and hair were perfectly set; her manicured nails gleamed, and her clothes, as compared to what Faith was wearing, were chosen with much greater care.
Running through a mental image of herself, Faith felt sloppy and out of place. Should have listened to George and gone home first.
Zac stood looking at his angel. He always wondered how Faith seemed constantly to outshine all the women he had ever met. Her porcelain face was flawless and perfect, even without any make-up. Though clad only in jeans and T-shirt, Zac thought that she looked like a model walking out of a magazine.
Without even looking at the blonde, Zac pulled his arm from her, and flashed Faith a wide grin. "She leaves for no one. I will never choose anyone over her."
His statement, made so simply, threw the smugness from the blonde's face, and embarrassment took over.
Faith couldn't help but smile. She knew that she could rely on Zac for anything. If this were the day the world ended, it wouldn't matter. If Faith ever needed help, or even just some kind words and a hug, he would be there.
Faith wasn't one of his many women and one-night stands. They were childhood friends who grew up and played together. Zac was her friend, probably her best friend; someone whom she knew would back her up, even if the rest of the world scorned his decision to do so. They were friends, really good friends, but still just friends.
However, the blonde was not ready to give up. She placed an exaggerated pout on her well-painted face, and was about to speak again, when Zac moved forward and closed the gap between Faith and him, dismissing the blonde from his mind.
The blonde rolled her eyes and gave Faith a final glare before trotting off toward the lift.
Not waiting for the bimbo to get into the lift, Zac drew Faith into his arms and hugged her.
"I missed you," he had whispered the words so softly that it felt like a caress.
Faith leaned her head onto his chest, feeling his warmth and strong arms around her. Zac was tall, but she fitted into him perfectly. She would have loved to stay in that position for as long as she could, but her heart had picked up speed, pounding away within her chest. Faith took a step back and stepped out of his hug, praying that he didn't feel the wild palpitations that his simple hug did to her.
"I missed you, too." She genuinely did. Of all the challenges she had faced on all of her mission trips, the most difficult of them all was the constant reminder of how much Zac was on her mind.
Zac glowed with a warm smile that would melt any girl's heart. "I thought you would only be back tomorrow? Why didn't you tell me? I had already cleared my day to pick you up at the airport."
"Don't be silly. You have a company to run, and George picked me up."
Zac allowed Faith to step out from his hug, though he wanted more than anything else to keep her in his arms. He kept one of her hands in his and brushed her fringe aside, before bending down till their eyes met. "I know I do not have to, but I wanted to."
Sincerity swam within his eyes, as he looked right into her. Faith was stunned silent for a second before she regained her ability to think.
She hated Zac's habit of looking right into her eyes before saying the sweetest things. Whenever he did that, it never failed to render her speechless, and her brain would cease to function for a few moments.
She took a deep breath and took another step away from him.
"Sorry, Mr. Hayden. I'm not some bimbo whom you can sweep off her feet with some sweet nothings." Though she knew that she was lying, she kept her face straight. Whenever Zac came so close to her, all she wanted to do was to close the gap and kiss him.
Zac moved his free hand to his chest and gave a look of mock hurt. Both of them erupted into laughter, as Zac led her into his office. Pulling the chair out for her, he waited for Faith to sit down, before he settled down onto his seat across from her.
"How was your trip?"
"Great, as always." Faith smiled broadly.
"Sorry about walking in on you just now, I should have called Mindy first."
A frown formed between his brows and he leaned forward. "You, Faith Preston, are the only person in the world who is welcome to walk into my office, or house, whenever you want. You know I will drop anything for you."
The seriousness and sincerity in his voice rendered her voiceless. She blinked, but as hard as she tried, all she was able to do was to give Zac a small smile.
Seemingly happy with the reaction he had caused, he leaned back against his chair. "I don't understand why you insist on calling Mindy when you have my number on your speed dial."
"I don't want to disturb you. I believe we will never come to an agreement on this issue, so let it go."
Zac shook his head at her. "I never know what to do with you."
Faith let out a soft chuckle and shook her head.
"Anyway, are you here with my present?"
Faith grinned. She had always bought him a present, no matter where she went. Just like how he would buy her, anything he thought would look beautiful on her.
She slipped her hand into her tote bag, and pulled out the ancient Keris, a unique dagger that she knew Zac would like. He took it from her and admired it. He twirled it around his hands for a few moments and then his face became serious.
Zac had a collection of unique knives and daggers, ranging from ninja swords to the light saber replicas from Star Wars. "How is it that you always know what to get me?"
Smiling indulgently, Faith stood up. "Your geeky secret is safe with me."
"Are you leaving already?" Zac stood up along with her. Faith's smile broadened as she heard the obvious disappointment in his words.
"I'm dead beat. I'm going back to crash." She walked over, intending to give Zac a hug before leaving, but Zac laid his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he led her to the lift, and accompanied her down to the lobby.
"So, were the sewing machines you bought suitable for the locals?"
"Yes, and they learned really fast." Then laughing softly, she shook her head as she continued, slightly embarrassed. "In fact, I personally can't figure out how it works. The last time I tried it; the needle broke and flew right out!"
Zac laughed along. "Well, I don't believe you ever sewed anything on your own before."
"I did some cross-stitch! I made you that bookmark, remember?" Faith nudged him softly. "You said it was nice."
"Yes, yes it was," he replied in his pacifying tone, getting himself a jab to his side. Her jab was painless, but he winced anyway, giving her some satisfaction.
"Anyway, I had no idea where the needle went. In fact, I didn't realize that it had broken, until I noticed that there wasn't any thread going through the holes like it should."
Zac tried to control the burst of laughter that was bubbling up his throat. He pretended to cough in order to mask the chuckle, but it was futile. He adored the silly moments that Faith displayed.
She was smart and competent. When she put her mind to things, no mountains were too tall for her to climb.
Then, there were times where she could be completely oblivious and silly. Times, when he just wanted to pull her in and kiss her crazy, or laugh his heart out.
As the lift's door opened at the lobby, a few curious faces greeted their arrival. None of his employees had ever seen Zac laugh in such carefree manner, and it wasn't a normal sight to see someone wearing jeans and T-shirt at the office either.
He cleared his throat, and one look from him caused everyone who was staring to find sudden interest in the walls and floors of the lobby.
When Zac steered her away from the curious crowd, Faith hooked her arm around his and gave him a tight squeeze. "If you keep laughing at me, whenever I tell you my stories, then I won't tell you anything next time."
"You should try that again without smiling."
Right outside the building, Zac spotted her parents' car, a black BMW. George got out of the driver's seat and was about to open the door for Faith when Zac signaled for him to get back in. George nodded in acknowledgement before settling back in his seat.
Taking a step forward, Zac pulled open the door for Faith to get in.
"Will you be there for the charity dinner tomorrow?" Zac asked as he remembered the dinner Faith's mother had invited him to.
"Do you think my mother will let me get out of it?" Faith said, giving him a look of helplessness. Her mother had the ability to make people do things her way, while Faith didn't have a habit of going against her mother. Zac's only response was a knowing laugh.
"Have a good rest," he muttered as he reached in and brushed his fingers against her cheek. He let his fingers linger for a second before closing the door.
Zac stood by the road and watched the car drive away. He had forgotten about the world, and he knew how much like an idiot, he must look standing beside the road, and smiling long after the car was gone.
As he strolled back into the office building that his family owned, the corner of his lips turned up. He thought about the last year of his college, and how his life was turned upside down in an instant.
Though, he didn't grow up sheltered like most privileged children, and was in a house where his parents barely acknowledged each other's existence, he had a good life. He always had the freedom to do what he wanted, whenever he wanted.
From the carefree young adult that he was, he was suddenly forced to play the role of being the owner of the Hayden Empire. When everyone had behaved like a ravenous wolf, trying to get a piece of the company, Faith had stayed by his side.
She was always there to give him a hug when he needed it, without prodding. No matter what the rest of the world thought, she was always on his side and she had always believed in him.
When the newspaper and magazines wrote about the impending doom of the Hayden Empire in his hands, Faith was beside him and believed in him. She had stood right before him, looked him in his eyes, and told him simply, "Zac Hayden, you can definitely do this. I believe in you. I believe, wholeheartedly, that you can do anything you set your mind to."
That particular memory had been etched in his mind ever since. Whenever things weren't going well, whenever he felt like giving up, he would close his eyes and listen to Faith say those words over and over again in his head. Her words had always been able to infuse both strength and courage for whatever problem he was facing.
Faith always had a special place in his heart, but he never dared to take their relationship a step further. He didn't have a good track record in love. He came from a long line of ancestors with loveless marriages, and the last thing he was going to do, was to get into a relationship with Faith.
That was a sure way to lose her.
At least by being her friend, he could be sure that he would be there for her forever. Just like how she had been there for him.
She deserved someone who would love her with all his heart. He knew he would give up everything to be there for her, but with his family history, he wouldn't risk it. All the men in his family had cheated on their wives. With such genes, he would never risk hurting Faith that way.
With a soft sigh, he strode back into his office. Faith's perfume still lingered on his shirt, and her scent would have been more pronounced, if Nicole hadn't been clinging onto him before.
This was the second time he had seen Nicole. Her father, Jordon Smith, was a door manufacturer, working with Zac on his latest apartment project, and Nicole had joined in on one of the dinners that he had with her father.
After dinner, Nicole had called him several times, but he wasn't interested, and didn't bother to call her back. To him, Nicole was just a business associate's daughter. He had no interest in having anything more.
Then, she turned up at his office lobby uninvited, and not wanting to create a scene, he had let her into his office. He wanted to let her know that he did not intend to see her, but she refused to listen and had thrown herself onto him.
Zac shook his head, not understanding what was going on in that woman's mind. Unwilling to waste another second dwelling on her, he pushed her out of his mind and returned his focus to Faith.
Gosh, how he had missed her.
"Zac!"
Zac cringed at that voice; apparently, he wasn't clear enough to Nicole. "Nicole, you're still here."
"I was waiting for you; I knew you wouldn't spend long with that one." She gestured to the door with her chin.
His jaws tightened. "That one?" he asked, and even with just two words, the fury contained within was clear. "Do not speak that way about her! Nicole, I told you, I'm not interested in whatever you're proposing. Please leave."
"Zac, come on," she coaxed with her deliberately sweetened voice. "There's no need to get so angry. Daddy wouldn't like for us to quarrel."
She hooked her manicured fingers around Zac's hand, but he instantly pulled his hand away.
"Enough, Nicole." Zac stared her right in the eyes. "If you think that I will entertain you just to keep your father happy, you cannot be more wrong. I don't need your father, and if he has no interest in doing business with me, I am sure there are others who would be willing. So, there's no need to bring your daddy up, because it makes no difference to me whose daughter you are."
Looking around, Zac knew they were beginning to attract attention. "I'm not interested, Nicole, and I suggest that you don't make a scene. Since my reputation is already in tatters, I don't really care. But I'm sure you don't want to make yourself look like a fool." Then he turned and left her to simmer in her own frustration.
All eyes were on Nicole when she walked out of the office. She pouted her lips and kept her head high, refusing to be judged by the low lives around her. They were nobody, and it didn't matter how they looked at her now. One day, she would be the one controlling their destinies.
Zac headed back to his office, grabbed the Keris dagger, and placed it into his bag with a wide grin.
No matter where the missions took Faith, she never failed to buy something unique and bring it back for him. Whenever she could, she would call or e-mail him, updating him on how things were going on.
At times, when a day stretched into two, three, and then four without news, Zac would end up checking his phone every other minute, making sure that he didn't miss her calls.
When he could no longer just stare at his cell phone, he would start venting his anger on Mindy, asking her every other hour to check if Faith had called, and constantly warning her to put Faith through to him immediately, when she did call.
He knew she was probably safe with the church, but having her so far away from his protection, and not hearing any word from her, just unsettled him.
Tomorrow.
Leaning back against his chair, Zac smiled at the prospect of seeing Faith the next day. Maybe even earlier.
He could always drop by her house for dinner; he was sure she wouldn't mind.
Mindy had gotten back from her lunch to hear all of the gossip already flying around the office about a blonde hooking up with Mr. Hayden. She rolled her eyes at most of it, knowing that he had never brought women to the office.
On top of that, Mindy knew that Miss Preston's trip was delayed and she wouldn't be back as scheduled. That in itself, would have been more than enough to put him in the foulest mood.
As she opened the door to his office, she saw him twirling that curvy knife and smiling to himself.
No one else in the world had the power to do that to him except Faith Preston. That meant that the rumors were nonsense. If Miss Preston were here, no one else stood a chance. "Let me guess, Miss Preston was here." Mindy kept the door slightly opened and poked her head in. She knew from experience that Zac was always in a great mood whenever Faith came back from her mission trips.
"Yes, in fact, you just missed her." Zac sat up straight in his chair, but the smile was still plastered to his face.
"Ah...So...the rumors about a blonde aren't true?" Mindy raised one of her eyebrows, waiting for his answer.
Zac shook his head. "Gossip spreads like wildfire around here."
"It's all gossip then?"
"Sort of." The smile disappeared from his face, and he looked right at Mindy without revealing any emotions.
"I told you, you should never let them up. This is an office, Mr. Hayden."
Zac raised his hand, gesturing for her to stop. "I can assure you that she wasn't invited," he answered.
She narrowed her eyes. "Do I need to inform the security about her?"
"No, I'm sure I've put it plainly enough for her."
Mindy shrugged her shoulders. "Do tell Miss Preston that personally, I'm extremely delighted she got back before a certain boss morphed into a complete monster."
"You do know you're speaking to the one who signs your paychecks."
"And you know you need me." Mindy turned to leave, allowing the door to swing close.
As the door slammed closed, Zac leaned back, wondering why he was stuck with an assistant who was so capable that he couldn't fire her. To make matters worse, she knew how indispensable she was to him.
The moment Zac stepped into the ballroom; he attracted several different stares from women in the room. He kept his eyes straight and he headed straight to his table. He only had one thought on his mind. Seeing Faith.
He only paused once when he saw Faith's mother. She was in the midst of conversation; with several other women dressed elegantly for the event. After giving her a warm smile and nod, he continued toward his table.
The ballroom was impeccably decorated; a beautiful centerpiece graced every table, and tablecloths in two shades of shimmering dark purple overlaid the tables.
Zac shook his head and smiled, as he thought about how he had once dodged Faith's mother's relentless pursuit to let her redecorate his house. Faith had tactfully managed to rescue him by throwing another project in her mother's way. Another thing for which he owed Faith.
Faith's grandmother had arranged for Zac to be seated at the same table as Faith, but her seat, which was right next to his, remained empty. Her mother and grandmother had organized this event, and since they were already there, she should be too. However, she was nowhere in sight. He scanned the room, looking for Faith, getting slightly concerned that she was nowhere to be seen.
Zac got out of the chair and strode around the room, while his eyes continued to sweep it, looking for Faith. He nodded politely when he spotted a group of women eyeing him, and was about to move right on, when he caught sight of a familiar silhouette behind them.
The group of women flashed their ecstatic smile as Zac neared, but their smiles quickly dissipated when it was obvious that his eyes were looking at someone behind them rather than at them.
"Are you hiding from someone?"
Faith jumped at his voice and turned around. "Zac! Gosh, you really shouldn't come up from behind me. I was just texting you." Faith waved the phone in her hand before putting it into her black clutch bag.
"Why were you texting me? We're sitting at the same table. You could have just gone over to talk to me."
Faith didn't seem to be listening to a word he was saying. She tiptoed, placing her hands on his shoulders for support, and peered behind him before looking back at him. "My mum. I knew something was wrong when they got a hairstylist to my house to do my hair. I knew they were up to something."
The words flowed from her mouth so quickly that Zac had to pay close attention to catch all her words. Yes, her hair looked different. Her sleek and straight chestnut hair was curled and pinned up with a few loose tendrils framing her face.
As her feet planted firmly back onto ground, Zac playfully pulled on a tendril before letting it go.
"They even got me a new dress!" Faith sounded exasperated as she opened up her arms before her, to showcase her navy blue silk dress, oblivious to what Zac had just done. "Look at the back!" She turned around for Zac to show him what she was talking about.
The silky material flowed over her curves, and it was beautiful against her fair skin. The dress was cut low, all the way down her back. Zac's eyes moved down along her back before swallowing a gulp and looking back up at Faith again to meet her eyes.
"I know, I look like a slut." Faith sighed and bit her lower lips. "They got me a date, Tim Jefferson. Ugh, I hate having to sit through these dinners. Now, I have to entertain another rich, spoiled brat. Why can't my mother and grandmother just stay out of my love life?" As though the rant had drained all the energy out of her, she leaned onto Zac's chest. "I just wanted to escape for a while, and I thought you could entertain me while I hid in a corner."
Faith looked up and flashed her sweetest smile, hoping to convince Zac, but he needed none. He would have done anything for Faith, and spending time alone with her was something he more than liked.
Zac laughed. Putting his finger under her chin, he lifted her face so that he could look right into her eyes. "You don't look like a slut. You look incredibly sexy and absolutely gorgeous."
Faith's heart picked up speed and fluttered wildly as she heard the compliment from Zac. He had always managed to cause such reactions in her, but instead of saying any of that, she rolled her eyes. "I need an excuse to leave early. Would you help me come up with one?"
"Why didn't you just say no to your mum? I thought they had agreed to stay out of your love-life for a while?" Zac said it with more annoyance than he had intended. He had always been immensely pleased that Faith never had serious boyfriends. In fact, she barely dated.
It wasn't because she couldn't get any. She always attracted stares wherever she went. Men would turn their heads and many came up to get her number, but she rarely entertained them.
She felt that many of those men never saw beyond her looks of a pampered girl, and coupled with the fact that she didn't like explaining herself, she never bothered to change their opinions. She simply ignored them or played along with the role.
Faith shook her head and sighed again. Her sigh broke his thoughts and Zac turned his attention back to her. "Apparently, only my grandmother agreed, not my mum. Also, they know I would have said no, or even pretended to be sick to get out of it. I only found out a few minutes ago when they introduced him. I had to use all of my self-control to stop myself from reaching my hands over to strangle her."
Faith's mouth formed a small pout. "I hate having to entertain people I barely know," she continued complaining, completely unaware that Zac was lost in his own thoughts and was looking at her in a daze.
Zac looked at her glossy lips and thoughts of kissing her consumed him. The desire to pull her into his arms, to cup his hands behind her head and bring her mouth to his raged within him. "You look so beautiful."
Faith stopped speaking. "What?"
Did I say that out loud? Zac managed a smile. "Nothing. I don't mind staying here with you till you want to go back. But I hope you know that we can't just stand here the whole night."
"My dear! What are you doing here? Tim is looking all over the place for you!"
"Crap," Faith whined softly and leaned into Zac's chest, hiding from her mother's view. It was a pointless effort. Even though Zac would have liked her to stay where she was, they had been seen and there was no use hiding.
Zac put his hand over her shoulder and turned around, pulling Faith to his side. "Hi, Aunt Michelle."
"Hi Zac, you look dashingly handsome. Now, would you please take Faith back to the table." Mrs. Preston had said it politely enough, but both of them knew it was a command that demanded immediate heeding. Then turning to look at Faith, she continued, "You can't hide the whole night. He's a nice guy, so give him a chance."
Mrs. Preston didn't wait for a reply. She turned around, and sashayed away like a pageant queen before either one could make a reply. Zac took Faith's hand, placed it on the crook of his elbow, and strolled along behind Mrs. Preston.
Hearing a sigh, Zac looked over to Faith. Her eyes were looking straight, and her face was blank. He looked at her for a few seconds, thinking of something that would put a smile on her face. "We match."
"What?" Faith looked up at him with furrowed brows.
"Our clothes. We're wearing the same colors," he announced matter-of-factly as they continued back to their table.
Faith smiled and leaned a little closer to him. "That's the shirt I bought you for your birthday."
Zac nodded.
"Oh, Zac, I just want to go home," Faith whined softly.
Zac chuckled.
"Faith! I was just about to go look for you!" Tim's gusto statement startled Faith. Instinctively she scooted closer to Zac, pressing up against his arm while her hand tightened on his elbow.
In reaction, Zac's free hand flew over and covered her hand on his elbow to reassure her.
Tim saw the scene unfolding before him and eyed the hand placed protectively over Faith's. Faith followed his eyes and realized what he was looking at, so she withdrew her hands from under Zac's and smiled. "I ran into Zac and we started talking. Zac, this is Tim Jefferson and Tim, Zac Hayden."
They nodded and Tim took a step toward them. Placing his hand on Faith's bareback, he led her to her seat. Zac tugged on his collar and cranked his neck, trying to ease the uncomfortable tingling. He had no idea why he was feeling that way.
He certainly didn't like how Faith had immediately pulled her hand away when she noticed that Tim was staring, but he knew that she was just minding her manners, something that her parents had drilled right into her bones.
However, seeing the hand that was placed on her back was driving him mad. Zac clenched his jaw, and thrust his hands into his pockets to fight the urge of ripping Tim's hand away and pulling Faith into his arms.
When they were seated, Tim put his arms on the chair behind Faith and leaned in to talk to her, while Faith leaned forward in her chair, resting her head on her hand. Zac glowered at the hand behind Faith and jealousy coursed through him. Tim had only met Faith that night, and he was behaving as though she belonged to him.
He sat back in his chair to clear his head and he observed Faith for a moment. She wasn't one who would warm up to strangers instantly and she was clearly leaning away from Tim's hand.
As they conversed, Faith gave short, polite answers, never revealing any of her own stories or thoughts. She was constantly like that, even with her friends. She never spoke much, never giving too much of her opinion unless she felt strongly about the subject.
Without thinking, he placed his hand gently on Faith's bare back to get her attention. She turned and leaned toward him. "If I were your date, would you be finding excuses to leave early?" Zac whispered softly, making sure that no one else heard the words except for her.
Faith chuckled. "No. But despite our matching colors, you are not my date. So, rack that brilliant brain of yours and help me think of an excuse." Faith leaned in and nudged him gently with her shoulders.
The brief touched sent a wave of heat radiating through him. He held his hand in place, keeping her close to him. "You can pretend that I'm your date and that the person beside you doesn't exist. Then, we don't have to think of any excuses, and we can enjoy ourselves tonight."
Faith narrowed her eyes and took a breath slowly. "That seems...rather mean, and not to mention childish." It was difficult for her to think of anything except the warm hand on her back. Her heart palpitated and raced. Not wanting to break away from his touch, she turned her face away, trying to straighten her thoughts.
Millions of thoughts raced through his mind as Faith turned away. He tried to think of a stronger argument. "It will be a clear statement to your mum that you don't like how they are cheating on their agreement."
Faith gave him a quick glance before turning to look at her mother with the corners of her lips turned up.
He knew that he was making progress. "You can choose to be polite and suffer for the night, or be mean and childish, and have my company the whole night," Zac continued, before smiling broadly at her.
Faith laughed softly before turning back to look at him. "You are incorrigible. Why didn't you come with a date? It's not like you to attend a formal dinner without a lady in tow."
"Women, not ladies. I think the only lady I know is you. And...I thought you didn't have a date. I was prepared to be your escort tonight."
An apologetic look came over Faith. "Oh, Zac, that's so sweet, and I'm so sorry. I was intending to come alone..."
Zac took her hand and whispered again, "Don't be silly. I should've asked you about it yesterday. It would have saved you from this situation."
Zac had never asked Faith out to such formal events. One, he knew Faith didn't like to attend such events and always tried to find excuses to avoid them. Two, there were always reporters, and the scandals would follow straight after. There was no way, he would cause Faith to be entangled in such nonsense.
Along with his sudden inheritance of the Hayden Empire, Zac also inherited the paparazzi that watched and criticized his every move. Besides his business, he had graced the front page of many gossip magazines with quite a few women as well.
Faith cast a brief glance at Tim and bit her lips. Zac knew it was ridiculous for him to offer such a senseless plan. Faith had been drilled with minding her manners since she was young; there was little chance of her abandoning all that had been instilled in her to ditch her date.
She sighed again.
Her sigh suddenly made Zac nervous. The exact tingling sensation returned, meandering down his spine. "You aren't interested, are you? If you are, then forget that I said anything."
Faith rolled her eyes and scowled. "Don't be silly. I barely know him! For all I know, he could be a serial killer."
Zac laughed out loud, more from relief than at the actual statement, which Faith had made. His laughter drew attention to the two of them and everyone at the table soon noticed Zac's hand on hers. It would be impossible not to notice the stares, but Faith didn't draw her hand back or lean away from him. Instead, her mesmerizing smile was back on her face.
"Faith, I heard you just returned from a mission trip. Was it fruitful?" One of her parent's guests voiced from across the table.
"Yes. Very," Faith replied, and smiled sweetly.
"Mission trip? What do you actually do there?" Tim asked.
"Teaching, building schools."
"Building schools?" A cynical expression came over Tim's face. "I thought you girls hated breaking your nails?"
Several different reactions occurred simultaneously after Tim posed the question. Zac smirked and shook his head. Faith's grandmother took in a deep breath and looked away, while Mrs. Preston rubbed the bridge between her closed eyes. Then there was Faith, who simply stared at him blankly.
Faith never understood why she kept receiving this particular comment throughout her life. Each time she did something such as carrying a heavy box by herself; someone would wear an annoyingly incredulous look on their face and make the comment about her nails. Of all the things in the world, she hated being accused of; hearing statements about her worrying over her nails were the worst.
Her lips pursed into thin lines as she grappled with containing her anger.
Zac turned his head away to conceal the broadening smile he had on his face. He knew that Faith was trying to stop herself from lashing out at Tim, and he couldn't help but enjoy it.
Faith loved her trips. She had always loved being able to make a difference in the lives of others. She had said that God had blessed her so that she could be a blessing. Although, what she said was true, at times, Zac couldn't help but hate the trips that took her away from him for weeks and at times, months. The only thing that kept Zac supporting her was the fact that he couldn't deny her of anything she loved, and she did so love the trips.
The silence at the table was deafening. Even though, only a few at the table knew exactly what was wrong, everyone else could feel the awkward tension.
After a few tense moments, Faith rearranged her features and placed a political smile on her face. She turned to Tim and gave him an aloof shrug.
Zac recognized the reaction and knew then, there would be no more conversation between Faith and Tim.
If Faith bothered to quarrel or reason with the person, she cared for the person enough to try to come to an understanding. If she didn't even bother to do that, it was a statement that the person wasn't of enough relevance to her.
Zac was truly enjoying the turn of events, but he couldn't let someone's silly comment destroy Faith's mood.
"These mission trips are extremely important to her," Zac said. Instantly, all eyes were on Zac. He brushed a loose tendril behind her ear and continued, "She loves what she does and is definitely not worried about her nails."
He was always good at coaxing Faith into a smile. She turned and beamed at him, and then leaning toward him, they shut the rest of the world out.
"Oh, I need to complain about a very rude staff I encountered yesterday! I can't believe I forgot about it."
Zac raised his brow; it wasn't like Faith to complain to him about his staff. She knew that anyone who crossed her was as good as being dead. "Who? Say his name and I'll get it settled."
Faith chuckled. "Zac, you don't have to turn into my dragon slayer every time I'm unhappy about something. Otherwise, I might end up keeping things from you."
Her words and thoughts were in complete opposites. She knew she could trust Zac with anything, and most of the time, if she was being truthful, she must admit that she enjoyed the way he protected her.
Leaning closer to Faith, his hand stretched behind her and rested casually across the arms of her chair. "Who?"
Using her shoulders, she gave him a light push in his chest, putting some space in between them. It was difficult for her to concentrate when he was so close. "I don't know, and the whole thing was really your fault."
"What did I do now?"
"Your hysteria over the waiting-at-the-lobby issue, and getting me that card. When one of your staff saw that I had access to your office, he stared at me as if I was an alien."
"Maybe, I should put up some posters and make an announcement about it. That way, everyone will know."
Faith narrowed her eyes and stared at him. His index finger gestured for her to wait, because he had more in mind. "Then, in the announcement, I could add that no one is allowed to stare at you, or immediate dismissal shall follow. Would that please you?"
"It would please me if you just take the stupid card back."
"The card cannot be stupid. We both know that you are referring to me."
Faith smiled. "Maybe."
Shaking his head, he wrapped his hand around her waist and gave her a tight squeeze. "Tell me about your trip. Other than the broken needle that was nowhere to be found, did you break anything else?"
"No. I did have some trouble while negotiating with local stores about carrying the products. They didn't really believe a woman's words, or they simply assumed that I could be fleeced because I was a foreigner. They kept going on and on about some preposterous charges and tried to cut our margin."
The same dragon slayer mode was reactivated in Zac, but one thing that Faith loved about him was that he didn't jump into problem-solving mode all the time. He listened and asked questions before cutting in with some solutions or statements. "Don't they know that the factory is not for profit and that you need to cover the cost to provide wages for those who work?"
Faith nodded and rolled her eyes. "Right! But no matter what I said, all they did was to shake their heads and roll their eyes at me like I was some bimbo who didn't know what I was doing." She paused and let out a breath. "Though partially true, it was exasperating."
"But you found a way," Zac announced in a matter-of-fact tone.
She smiled at the confidence he had in her. "There is always a way, but not with them. They were stuck in the view that we were foreigners; we were rich, and they had the rights to demand exorbitant conditions. So, I decided to source for bigger tourist retailers and gift shops instead."
"Right, you mentioned you managed to clinch a deal with a tour agency?"
"Yea, they were much more understanding. They really appreciated our efforts in helping the locals and so they were really cooperative."
Zac wasn't surprised. When Faith was determined, she could be extremely persuasive. She had a knack for reading people and then morphing her personality to fit into any situation, making her endearing to everyone. With that, she was always able to talk her way into getting people to agree with her. That is, if she bothered to do so.
He watched as Tim leaned close to Faith, trying to get into the conversation. "You talking about your trip?"
Faith briefly nodded. "Yes," she answered. Then she turned back to Zac and continued to answer all the questions he had for her.
As she spoke, Zac watched how she spoke animatedly with a smile.
Faith was unlike any other girl he had ever known. She didn't waste hours before the mirror, or spend her time gossiping and complaining like a rich brat. Lamenting about how the world was unfair to her by denying her the latest handbag.
Zac had always noticed how she would spend hours reading on the swing that her father had built for her when she was born. Her world was beyond the small, pathetic problems that other privileged and spoiled girls surrounded themselves.
She was kind, smart, and breathtakingly beautiful. Despite the fact that she was privileged, she had never stuck her nose up at anyone.
However, Faith did grow up sheltered. Even until then, she had never stepped into an office to work. Her father's success in business had allowed her to spend all of her time on her favorite pastime, reading. Many of her friends teased her about being a bookworm, but she always smiled, admitted it, and continued with her life.
It wasn't until college that she realized how many children were suffering in the rest of the world and ever since then, she had been working hard, trying to make a difference for those children.
It started out with donations and sponsoring of children, but that wasn't enough. She wanted to do more for them.
Zac remembered that slightly a year after graduation; she had discussed the first mission trip with the church to build an orphanage with him. The immediate thought that came to Zac's mind was to give her a list of reasons why she shouldn't go on the trip and how worried he would be. Yet, when he saw the sparkle in her eyes and realized how excited she was to go on the trip, he held his tongue. Instead, Zac told her that he supported her decision.
At the back of his mind, he started his own plans. He had absolute trust in Faith's ability, but she had never been on any mission before, and he was afraid that she couldn't handle the trip physically.
She didn't mind breaking a nail or two, but she wasn't an outdoorsy person. She didn't enjoy hiking, and the one time she tried canoeing; she had commented that she actually contemplated that drowning herself being a better option than having to continue paddling.
On top of that, her skin and the sun didn't get along well. Her fair skin burned easily, regardless of the amount of sunscreen she slapped on.
Not wanting to dissuade her from something that she was passionate about, but uncertain about her welfare, Zac decided to sign up for the mission trip too. He took time off from his busy schedule, clearing all the appointments that he had. Things at work were going well and there was no harm in taking two weeks off work.
At that thought, he smiled wryly. He knew that, even if he were swamped with work, there was no way that he wanted her go on the trip alone.
Her family, on the other hand, had tried to talk her out of going. When that failed, they started teasing her, and tried making her think she would not be able to survive it.
Their strategy missed a crucial point. Faith's stubbornness. Their jesting only made her more determined to go; to prove to her family that she wasn't just the pampered girl everyone made her out to be. She was more than a rich, spoiled brat. Of course, Zac's announcement of accompanying her on the trip immediately eased away all of her family's and her own concerns.
Now, here she was excitedly talking about her latest trip. Throughout dinner, Zac kept his eyes on Faith. He chatted and joked with Faith, brushing her hand and arm every now and then.
After the failed attempt, Tim tried to start a conversation with Faith a few more times. She was polite, giving him a smile and nod, and sometimes gracing him with short and simple answers, before returning her attention back to Zac. It was as if a wall with a wide moat had surrounded Faith and Zac, setting them apart from the rest of the world.
About halfway through dinner, Tim had completely given up on having any proper conversation with Faith.
"Enough of me talking. How's work?" Faith asked, as she rubbed her palms against her elbow.
"The new building should be ready by the end of the year. Since it's in cooperation with the government, I have substantial funding. The only downside is the paperwork." As he spoke, he shrugged out of his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
"Well, thank God that you are successful enough to hire people to take care of that for you." Faith laughed and pulled the coat closer around her.
"That's true. It also means that I'm free to be with you for the next few days."
Zac knew that the rest of the people at the table were looking at them, but he didn't care. Once he did look at Mrs. Preston briefly and caught the disapproval in her eye. However, the disapproval was given with indulgence. Mrs. Preston knew that Faith probably would have come up with some flimsy excuse to get out of the dinner, if Zac hadn't been there to entertain her.
Then he saw Mrs. Preston picking up her phone and texting away, followed by a buzz in Faith's bag. Faith took it out and indeed, it was a warning message from her mother.
"Ask Zac to stop hoarding you and stop being rude to Tim." Faith kept her face straight and looked at her mother for a brief second before replying with her own text.
"I have nothing to say to him and Zac is not hoarding me. I am using him as my lifeline for the situation YOU have created." She added an icon with a smiling face and then another line. "I still love you though."
Mrs. Preston stared at Faith for a second after receiving and reading the text, but Zac could see that there was no anger in her eyes. Faith winked at her mother and the corners of her lips turned up slightly as she shook her head.
"How long are you staying this time?" Zac asked, turning Faith's attention back onto him. "You've been traveling a lot this year, stay longer this time."
"Did my parents make you say that?" Faith narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
It took him a moment to get what she meant, "I guess you got a long lecture earlier today?"
Nodding, she continued, "They went on and on about it, refusing to let me put in a word. If they had only listened, they could have saved much of their breath. I intend to stay put for a while anyway."
"Great." Zac had missed her so much; she was always flying off somewhere before he had enough time with her. He was prepared to coax, quarrel, or even beg her into staying longer.
After the dinner, Mrs. Preston moved away from the table to entertain her friends. Before leaving the table, she walked over to Zac's seat, placed a hand on his shoulder, and gave it a light squeeze. Then, she walked over and pulled Tim from his seat, taking him over to the other tables, introducing him to some of the other guests.
Faith sighed. "Looks like my mum got the message that I will not be entertaining him."
"Then why do you look so unhappy? If you want to join him, you can go ahead. I'll be fine." Zac knew he had no right hoarding her like that. She didn't belong to him. However, he couldn't help but sound slightly sour about Faith wanting to spend time with someone other than him.
Faith smiled and shook her head. "I spent the whole night ignoring him, what makes you think I want to join him? I just feel rather awful for the way I treated him. My mum was right you know, we were really rude. I think we really embarrassed him."
Zac had to smile from the pure relief that he was her choice. At least for tonight, she had chosen to spend time with him rather than Tim. "Don't worry angel, your mum will make sure that she finds someone else to keep him entertained. And with the way you behaved right from the start, I'm sure no one knew that he was your date in the first place. Therefore, no embarrassment to talk about."
Faith nodded and smiled. "Yea, my mum will take care of him, and though I can hear your words are laced with sarcasm, I'm willing to take that and ease the guilt pounding in me."
When she finished her sentence, her hand went to her neck and kneaded along her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she gave a soft sigh.
"Tired?" Zac took her hand and replaced it with his, gentle massaging her neck.
His voice and touch were warm and gentle. When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into his deep ocean blue eyes. His face was so close that he could feel his warm breath.
Suddenly, Zac's jaw tightened. He sat up straight and withdrew his hand from Faith. Looking away for a while before he took in a deep breath.
Faith straightened in her seat and bit her lips. Zac was always behaving like this with her. For a moment, he would be all sweet and loving toward her. Then the next, he would turn away and behave as though he couldn't get away fast enough.
Those were the times when she felt like a complete fool. She couldn't understand why each time Zac pulled one of his sudden detachment stunts, she would have the urge to walk away. No, to run, to put as much space as she could between them, and never turn back. She closed her eyes and tried to get a hold of her feelings.
Though they were still seated side by side, Faith felt as though Zac was light years away.
They sat that way for a few minutes before Zac reached over and took her hand. "Your grandmother and mother hosted the dinner; so you need to show your face around for a while. After that, I'll get you home."
As he ended his sentence, his brushed the back of his index finger under her chin. Smiling as though nothing had happened, he pulled Faith up from her seat and placed her hand on his arm before leading her around the room. They smiled and dutifully made small, polite conversations with guests.
Faith placed a polite smile on her face and moved around the room on Zac's arm. Though she knew she was supposed to be participating in the conversation, which was occurring, she couldn't concentrate. She wished Zac was truly her date, and that he was walking beside her because he was more than just a friend.
Despite having been friends forever, she had never been out in such a formal location with him. Having her hand on his elbow, walking right beside him as they moved around in the room was exhausting her more than usual. It was heart breaking to see what they could have but would never be.
She thought she had kept her feelings for Zac locked and hidden away, but it wasn't until now that she realized how wrong she was.
"Faith! Zac."
Zac nodded in acknowledgement. "Hi Jessica."
Faith looked up and saw her best friend, Jessica Kane. Jessica was a petite woman who packed a punch. Faith and Jessica met in high school, and they had been best friends ever since. In college, they had rented an apartment together, and when Jessica's parents ran into debt, Faith's father had stepped in to help pay for her tuition.
Being the grateful sort, Jessica turned down all the offers she had received, and came back to work for the Preston Company.
"I didn't know you were here," Faith stated, genuinely surprised.
"If the two of you had just looked away from each other for a few moments during dinner, you would have noticed me sitting in the table right across from yours."
Faith had always laughed off or ignored the frequent comments that Jessica made about Zac and her. Though she wished they had more than just a friendship, she was sure it was a silly one-sided emotion, which wouldn't yield any results. However, that night, she couldn't laugh it off. Faith simply gave a small smile.
Immediately, Jessica knew something was wrong. Hooking her arm around Faith's, she began to pull her away, but Zac's hand covered over Faith's and held her where she was.
"Where are you taking her?"
Jessica scowled at him. "Girl talk." Then she tugged again. "Don't be nosy."
Zac let go, but even as he conversed, he kept his eyes on Faith.
"What's wrong?" Jessica asked as she dragged Faith away from the crowd.
Faith shook her head and answered, "Nothing. Just tired, I guess."
"You're not tired. You're just upset about Zac." Even though Faith had never confessed her feelings for Zac, Jessica knew that the two of them were more than just friends. The only problem was that both were either too foolish or stubborn to admit it.
"I have told you...there's nothing between the two of us."
"But you wish there were."
Faith closed her eyes. "No. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"I know, and it's not just you. It's something wrong with both of you."
Too exhausted to find her rebuttal, Faith gave Jessica a hug. "Sorry Jess, I'm exhausted. I'm going home to get a good night's rest, and I'll be fine in the morning."
When Zac saw the hug, he knew Faith was ready to call it a day. He strode toward her and met her halfway. "Is everything all right?"
"Yes, I just need to sleep."
Zac looked at his watch as he sat down across the table from Dylan. "I'm not late, am I?"
"No, I was early," Dylan replied monotonously, without looking up from the menu.
Zac immediately knew Dylan wasn't in a good mood. Glancing around, every table of his restaurant was occupied. Dylan was good in managing his business. Dylan's father had brought him up, teaching him how to run their chain restaurant. He was extremely shrewd with numbers and was a born businessman.
Laughter and chatter rang high in the air, but the joyous atmosphere seemed to have crept right past their table.
"Business looks good."
"Of course," Dylan replied curtly.
Joy was definitely not present. "What is your problem?"
Dylan finally raised his eyes and stared straight into Zac's. "Faith is back."
"And I thought you, of all people, would be happy about that." Zac returned his stare, refusing to back down.
The battle of wills persisted for mere moments before Dylan continued in a brusque tone, "I asked her out for dinner tonight, and she said she'd already agreed to meet you. I've asked her twice," setting down his menu, Dylan leaned forward on the table. "And twice, she has apologized and said that she was already meeting you."
Zac reached for the menu and pretended to be reading it, avoiding eye contact. He didn't want Dylan to see the guilt in his eyes. He had been meeting her for dinner every night since she had been back, except for the first day. He had dropped by her house, but George had informed him that she was already asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, he left her a note to let her know that he had dropped by and left.
Zac could still feel the dagger-piercing eyes of Dylan's on him and he knew Dylan was waiting for some sort of reply. "She is free to cancel. Or, if you want, you can join us tonight," Zac tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible.
"I was hoping to spend some time alone with her," emphasizing on the word alone.
"From what I heard, you guys have been having dinner together for the whole week. Don't you have some other girl's skirt to chase?" Dylan continued.
Zac clenched his jaws and his hands tightened on the menu. He had never treated Faith like any other girl. The accusation fanned a fury within him. He kept his eyes on the menu, refusing to turn his eyes to Dylan.
He had always spent much of his time with Faith. If he could, he would spend all of his time with her. Thinking about all the time spent with her brought his mind back to the charity dinner they had. She had looked so breathtakingly beautiful, and he seemed to have completely lost control of his hands that night.
The one hand he had placed on her back barely left her. More than a couple of times, he had suddenly realized that his fingers were brushing along her spine and mentally, he had to tell himself to stop the caress.
Throughout the night, he had to battle with the thoughts of slipping his hand behind her neck and pulling her in to kiss her. He almost did. If he hadn't snapped himself out of it in time, he would have lost his self-control.
The noise of someone clearing his throat brought Zac back to reality. He knew that Dylan wasn't going to give up until he got his way, but he reasoned that he could hope. He had been seeing Faith for the entire week, but he ached to see her from the moment his eyes opened in the morning.
Hope was useless. In this case, Dylan wasn't going to back down.
"You don't even need to cancel. I'll meet her tonight in your place. I'll tell her that you have an urgent meeting that you couldn't get out of and sent me to meet her."
Zac shut his eyes for a brief moment, using the menu as a shield to mask his expression, while regretting the decision to have lunch with Dylan. He ran through a series of excuses that he could use on Dylan, telling him that there was some kind of need to see her rather than want.
He racked his brain, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he missed her. He missed the smile she always had for him, her sweet laughter at his jokes, and even her scent of lavender that would invade him each time he was near her.
"Zac, I have never asked you for anything. I have been there whenever you needed me."
Zac's jaws tightened. He knew Dylan would pull this on him; he always brought out 'the debt' to guilt Zac into helping him with Faith.
When Zac was left to handle business his father had abruptly left behind, Dylan had been there to advise and help him. Zac's father had never spoken to him about the business. In fact, his father never spoke to him about anything. He had no idea what to do and Dylan had become his best adviser.
"Fine, Dylan. You don't need to go any further. I know I owe you; I know you were there for me. I know my family business would probably have failed if I hadn't had your valuable advice. You don't have to bring that up every time you want me to help you with Faith."
Zac and Dylan were as close as brothers were, and he had never thought of competing with Dylan for Faith. Though they all grew up together, Zac had never voiced his interest in Faith, and Dylan had long ago claimed his interest in Faith.
Whenever it came to Faith, Zac had always stepped back for Dylan. He always watched how he behaved with Faith, especially in front of Dylan. If he felt that he was getting too close, he would step back and make sure that they didn't cross the just-friends line.
That and the fact that he had no confidence in himself. He had serious doubts if he could ever wholeheartedly love just one person for the rest of his life. He had seen how his father had blatantly cheated on his mother, without caring for her feelings. He had seen firsthand, how the devastation broke his mother's heart and run her into the arms of other men.
He sighed, the possibility of hurting Faith that way made his heart ache, and he wouldn't allow that to happen. He would never let anyone hurt her that way, not even him.
Still, throughout the years, there had been a battle between his selfish desires of wanting to spend any time he could beside her and stepping aside to let her be with someone who would love and cherish her the way she deserved.
Obviously, Dylan had no idea what had happened at the charity ball. Throughout the week, Zac had reasoned to himself that he was simply getting Faith out of a bad situation, but he couldn't shake the nagging voice in his head.
He was jealous.
He had seen how Tim put his arm behind Faith, claiming his territory and he had gone nuts.
With Faith going on more mission trips, the time they spent apart was getting longer and more frequent. Before, he had always stepped back for Dylan, but it was getting difficult. The time he was able to spend with her was simply insufficient.
Zac caught the thought and reminded himself to be grateful. Friends don't date friend's girls. Then again, Faith was never Dylan's girl. With his face still hidden by the menu, Zac let out a soft sigh.
Like it would make a difference. Dylan had made it clear that he wanted Faith, and he had never contested that. It just seemed way too late now.
Putting down the menu, he promised Dylan that he would call and cancel their dinner, but Dylan insisted on following his plan. Zac knew that if Faith were to find out the truth, it would really incur her wrath. However, his mood had already hit rock bottom and he wasn't interested in arguing.
Faith was preparing Vongole when the doorbell rang. She continued cooking, knowing that George would get the door. She had gotten out early in the morning to pick up the ingredients personally, and had refused to let any of the maids help.
She didn't have a habit of cooking. She loved to cook, but she would rather spend her time reading. Once in a blue moon, she would spend an entire day baking some muffins or cookies. Those days, the maids ended up suffering, as they would have to spend the rest of the day cleaning it up.
She could have gotten part-time maids for herself, but her grandmother had insisted and arranged everything without telling her. It wasn't until the day they were arriving that Faith found out. Then Faith and her grandmother went into an hour-long debate with Faith losing the battle, not because of the lack of points, but because of the lack of stamina to continue.
She knew that her decision to move out of the house had shocked everyone. In an attempt to keep her close, her grandmother had bought a mansion in the nearest gated community, and gave it to her as a birthday present. Her grandmother had begged, used guilt, and eventually bribed her into staying at the mansion she bought.
Her grandmother had promised her that if she would move into the mansion she had bought, the entire family would stay out of her love life for three years. Faith took the deal gladly. She was truly, sick and tired of having to entertain those rich brats in their well-cut Armani suits, thinking they were the most important people in the world. Three years were better than nothing.
After the agreement, her mother stepped in to decorate the house, while Faith was on one of her trips. Though Faith had insisted she wanted nothing grand, just simple and classy, her mother had imported all the most expensive furniture from all over the world. However, she had to admit that it was kept rather simple, and it was classy.
Her mother didn't even try hiding the fact that she didn't follow her 'nothing grand' instructions. Faith laughed softly at herself. You are such a pushover.
Thinking about her elders brought her mind to the charity dinner. Obviously, her elders were going to cheat on the stay-out-of-your-love-life deal. Thankfully, Zac was there. She did end up enjoying herself that night, and she would have stayed longer if she hadn't felt so guilty about the way she was treating Tim.
Her thoughts lingered on the warm sensation of Zac's hand on her back. Time and again, his fingers would brush her spine, sending tingling sensations that warmed her to her toes. He leaned in so close that Faith could feel the warmth radiating from his body and smell his aftershave. More than once, she had looked into his eyes and lost herself, almost closing in to kiss him.
She took in a breath, as though she could still smell his lingering scent. Something was different about the way Zac had treated her that night. She bit her lips, as her heart pounded within her, beating hope into her system.
No, she needed to get real and stop dreaming. She shook her head and made herself get back to earth.
"Hey beautiful."
Faith spun around, shocked to see who was there. Dylan, wearing jeans and a white T-shirt was leaning by the wall. He had obviously gotten off work early and had changed before meeting her.
"Dylan! Oh, I didn't...Zac didn't tell me that you were coming, I didn't prepare enough..."
Dylan strolled toward her and placed his finger on her lips. Instead of the rush she got whenever Zac came near her, she ever so slightly cringed and moved back. Either Dylan didn't notice her reaction or he simply ignored it. "He's not coming."
Faith tried to keep a smile on her face, but the disappointment made it impossible. "Why?"
"He was busy and he couldn't get away, so he sent me." Dylan flashed a smile, thinking that would mollify her.
"Why didn't he bother to call to tell me?" Faith wanted to sound angry and indifferent, but the question came out thick with disappointment.
Dylan shrugged and Faith turned back to the stove. She knew that she should let the matter drop and just entertain her guest. It didn't matter that he wasn't Zac; she should still mind her manners. However, all she really wanted to do was to shove the pan into the sink and head for bed.
Manners.
Do not be rude. Faith thought to herself. She decided to stop being a spoiled brat and mind her manners. She rearranged her features and made sure that a polite smile was on her face.
Dylan wasn't a stranger. They had been friends since forever. Like Zac, Faith had known Dylan when she was a child. The three of them had grown up together, going to the same school and even faculty. Both Dylan and Zac were dashingly handsome. Where Zac's dark brown hair made him look dangerous, Dylan's blond hair gave him the all-American boy next-door look.
The two, however, were pretty similar in the way they went through their women.
She loved both of them and they loved her in their different ways. Zac had always made it clear that none of the other women were more important than she was. Whenever she needed anything, she would call Zac and he would be there.
Dylan had been more like the overprotective brother. He tended to instruct more than listen. Sometimes, he behaved as though Faith belonged to him and she had never really appreciated that. Then again, she knew that he was just showing his concern in his rather irritating manners.
Glancing around the kitchen, she gestured for one of the maids to take over the cooking. She knew she was being biased; Dylan was a great friend and deserved as much effort from her as Zac. Try as she might, the moment she realized that Zac wasn't coming, her mood for cooking dissipated.
"Vongole fine with you?"
"Of course."
The night seemed to move slowly, not that she wasn't enjoying herself. Dylan was being a great company, asking her about her latest trip and entertaining her with some silly stories about the restaurants, which did coax her into a better mood.
The only problem was the fact that she couldn't help but glance over to her phone every few minutes, waiting for Zac to call. That certainly didn't do anything to help the time to move any faster. It was rather difficult to concentrate, when she couldn't help but wonder why Zac had called Dylan to come over without informing her.
The more she thought about it, the more her disappointment started to fade. Soon, the disappointment vanished and it was replaced by a brewing anger.
"You there?" Dylan moved closer to Faith on the luxurious deep gray sofa that Faith's mother had imported right from Italy. On the coffee table in front of them, George had placed two steaming cup of Hacienda La Esmeralda coffee before them. Another expensive import that Faith's mother had bought.
He caught me daydreaming. Faith tried to churn out an excuse, but when she failed to do so, she chose the honesty-is-the-best-policy route.
"Sorry, just wondering why Zac hasn't called. I was thinking about all the things I could scold him for, when he does." She added in the last part to lighten the seriousness of her words, hoping that laughter would end the topic, but Dylan only looked at her with a slight furrow between his brows.
After a second or two, Dylan looked away and continued chatting as though the moment earlier had only happened in her head. Faith cocked her head to the side but was more than grateful to let it slide. She could see some frustration in Dylan's eyes and she really didn't want to keep dwelling on the stupid phone. Not even a message.
Argh, stop it Faith. She shut her eyes and pressed her hands to her temple.
Dylan didn't miss the small gesture. He immediately stopped talking and bent down toward her face. "Are you all right? Having a headache?" he asked, almost in a whisper, as he lifted her chin.
Faith's eyes opened and saw the worry he had for her. He was staring intently at her, truly concerned about Faith. She had almost forgotten how sweet Dylan was and silently reprimanded herself for being ungrateful.
With that, Faith smiled and shook her head, signaling that she was fine, and at the same time, shaking Zac out of her mind. At least that was what she did for the rest of the conversation with Dylan.
"So, tell me about your trip," Dylan prompted.
"Everything on my trip went rather smoothly in the end. There was quite a bit of a jam here and there, and I thought I wouldn't be able to make it home in time."
Dylan nodded and waited for her to continue, so Faith told him the summarized version of the problem she had faced when searching for retailers.
He shook his head throughout the story, and Faith could tell from the stern look on his face that a lecture was coming up.
"You shouldn't put yourself through all these troubles. It was in a country where you were not familiar with how things worked. Next time, just stick to what the church plans," Dylan chanted.
Faith forced a smile. That was Dylan, he was always nice and sweet to her, but had never really bothered to listen and understand how important these trips were to her. Perhaps having a new school or factory in their world wasn't newsworthy to him, but it meant a world of difference for some.
Dylan took Faith's hand in between his. "I know you love those trips, but you're spending way too much time there. Take a break for a while."
Nodding, Faith answered, "I'm not heading out anytime soon." Mainly, because the frequent trips were tiring her out, and because the longer the time she spent away from Zac, the more she missed him.
After Dylan left her house, Faith washed up and plopped onto her bed. Leaning on the pillow, she tossed and turned in her king-sized bed. Mentally, she came up with a list of excuses for Zac on why he had missed dinner without informing her. When she had exhausted all possibilities on that list, she turned her mind to building another list. One that included all the efforts that had gone to waste that day.
She closed her eyes, but knew that her mind would just keep churning out more possibilities and maybes until she got an answer.
Frustrated, she sat up to check her phone again. Nothing, not one message, and not a phone call. She gave an annoyed sigh and with more force than required, threw the phone on the table beside the bed.
Instead of the loud thud she was expecting, a melodious tune rang, causing Faith to jump. Thinking that Zac had finally called, she reached over to grab her phone, ready to unleash the peevishness that had built up within, but the name across the screen wasn't Zac's.
"Mum?" Her mother didn't usually call unless she wanted to force Faith to go to some ridiculous dinner to entertain ridiculously rich people.
"Your father! Your father!" her mother said between sobs and immediately, the worst thoughts ran through her mind.
"What is wrong?" She half yelled as she scrambled out of bed to grab her purse with her free hand. Clipping the phone between her shoulder and neck, she grabbed a sweater with the other hand.
"Your father had a heart attack! We are on the way to the hospital."
Faith's heart skipped a beat. No! God, please let him be all right.
Faith felt as though a car had smashed right into her. Her chest constricted, and she couldn't breathe. It took her a few moments before she drew in a shaky breath and responded to the news.
Getting the details of the hospital they were heading for, Faith jumped in her car, rammed the engine and sped away. That was when her phone rang again. Thinking it was her mother, she picked it up without looking at the caller ID.
"Mum?"
"Um, no, it's me." Dylan, she recognized his voice immediately. She explained what had happened, and told him she was on her way to the hospital.
Tears started streaming down her eyes as she prayed and hoped her father was fine. She brushed off her tears with the back of her hand and forced herself to focus on the road. There was no use crying or thinking of the worst, neither of it would help.
When she finally got to the hospital, Faith didn't bother with parking her car properly. She pulled into the parking lot and probably took up two spaces with her hazardous parking, but she couldn't care less. They could tow her car if they wanted.
Getting out of the car, she sprinted to the emergency room. Despite the late hours, the emergency room was packed with people. She scanned the room, and immediately saw her mother and grandmother pacing the hall. She gave them each a hug while they filled her in on the details of what happened.
Heart attack. He should have cut down on the red meat.
Soon, the doctor came out with a solemn expression on his face. "Mr. Preston's condition is stabilized for the moment."
All three of the Preston ladies sighed aloud, not realizing that they had been holding their breaths.
"However, our scans show that his arteries are not in good condition. A heart bypass surgery will be necessary."
Faith's grandmother broke into tears and wailed, while her mother buried her head in her hands and wept softly.
A nurse who was standing behind the doctor stepped forward and whisked Faith's mother away for the necessary paperwork.
"We'll take Mr. Preston to his room in a minute. He's under medication and will not be awake until later in the morning." Ending his sentence with a tight-lipped smile, he stepped away and continued on to the rest of the patients.
Faith stayed beside her grandmother until her mother came back. She stood silently while her grandmother continued to weep.
"Faith, you mentioned a Doctor Leran before. Do you think you can get an appointment for a second opinion?"
Faith looked up and saw how the past few hours of turmoil had aged her mother. She had gotten to know Doctor Leran, a world-renowned cardiologist, during one of her mission trips. Being over fifty, Doctor Leran was like a father to everyone on the trip, and she was sure that he wouldn't turn down her call for help.
"I'll call him right away and see what I can do. The two of you should go home and get some rest. The nurse said he won't wake up until later in the morning. Go home and sleep for a while."
Both her mother and grandmother hesitated, but Faith refused to back down. "There is no point in having all of us sitting around in the room. Go home and get some rest."
After her grandmother and mother left, Faith called Doctor Leran and he graciously promised to see her father first thing in the morning and if required, he would personally see to his surgery. He even called his hospital and arranged all the necessities for her, letting her know the time when the ambulance would pick her father up for the transfer.
When that was done, Faith walked to a full-length glass window and looked out. She wanted to be beside her father, but she needed a moment to herself.
She gazed out the window and looked at the city that was aglow with light and the background noise of hospital movements reduced to a buzz as she stood there in a daze. Standing there and looking out at all the lights made her feel lonely and lost. She wrapped her hands across her waist and her fists curled up, grabbing onto the sides of her sweater.
The adrenaline that got her rushing here had faded; and now, a sense of emptiness loomed. Forcing her eyes shut, Faith refused to let the fear that was drumming in her system take hold.
No, he will be fine. He will be fine.
Looking down at the phone, she held in her hand, she realized that her hands were shaking. Where are you, Zac? I really need you now.
Out of nowhere, a pair of arms hugged her from behind. She lifted her hands and gave the arm a tight squeeze.
Dylan. She had been around them long enough to differentiate between them.
Turning around, she leaned into him and sobbed. She had held in all her fears and concerns in front of her mother and grandmother. She had put on a brave front, because someone had to take care of things.
Now that someone else was there, her fear exploded and the tears that she had managed to keep in check burst forth and streamed down her face, unabated. She really needed a hug; needed someone to tell her that things would be fine.
Dylan hugged her close and stroked her hair. "It's all right. Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Zac walked into the emergency room and scanned the busy room. Nurses and doctors scurried about while worried family members gathered in the waiting room. He strode briskly around the emergency room before heading over to the information counter.
"Is Jonathan Preston here?"
The nurse on duty frowned at the interference of her work, but her fingers went into action, typing in the name before looking up to tell Zac that Mr. Preston had been transferred to a ward and gave him the number.
Zac half-ran to the ward, dodging people along the way. His heart thumped wildly, worried about what Faith must had been going through. Then, he stopped, not caring that he was obstructing a busy corridor.
He stood there looking at them - Faith, in Dylan's arms. Her face buried in his chest and sobbing away.
How his heart ached when he saw that. When he saw how forlorn she looked, all he wanted to do was to go over and console her, to take her into his arms and tell her that everything would be fine. Yet, his feet seemed as if glued to the floor.
Dylan was already there; there wasn't any point in walking over. The last thing Dylan needed was for Zac to walk over and monopolize Faith's attention.
Dylan would harp about it nonstop for the rest of his life. Perhaps, this was the chance for Faith to see how good they would be together. Even as he told himself that, he felt his heart break. Did he really want them to be together?
He had been more than willing to clear all his appointments and meetings to have dinner with Faith. He was rather relieved when he heard that Faith had chosen to have dinner with him and not cancel even when Dylan had asked. Perhaps it was because he had asked her first, but he had allowed himself scarcely to hope that she preferred him to Dylan.
An internal war raged within him as he wondered if he should just walk over to break the two of them up before stealing Faith for himself, or to walk away.
The loyalty side of him won.
Hesitantly, he turned and walked away. He had to drag his feet away from them, walking out of the hospital and into the cold night.
He slipped into his car and drove around. It was slightly after midnight, and there was nowhere to go. He had buried himself in work all night. Correction, he had tried to bury himself in work all night, but to no avail.
His thoughts kept wondering about what Faith was doing, if she was enjoying herself or if she was wishing that Zac were with her instead of Dylan. He would have called earlier, but he didn't want to get Faith on the phone while Dylan was there.
When he finally did call, George had told him what happened and he had beaten himself up for not doing so earlier. He darted out of his office and sped all the way to the hospital, with the sole purpose of being there just to comfort her, but he was too late.
Zac drove around, not knowing what to do or where to go. His thoughts were all over the place.
He just kept the car moving forward, that was the only thing he could make himself do. Otherwise, he would be back in the hospital with Faith in his arms in an instant.
He let out a frustrated sigh. Why was he so bothered by what he saw? He had been stepping out of Dylan's way so that he would get a chance with Faith. He should have expected that this would happen someday.
What he didn't expect was how his heart seemed to be aching so badly, how it felt like his heart was crushed as he saw her in Dylan's arms.
Until then, he had never expected that he would lose Faith. He hadn't truly considered having her in the arms of another man. He hadn't thought about losing her kind smiles to another person. All those thoughts were now consuming him all at once, magnifying the mixed emotions of jealousy and regret that were coursing through him.
Before he registered what he was doing, he had made a U-turn and was heading back to the hospital. He made a decision that he knew would cause some trouble between Dylan and himself, but he was done stepping out of the way for Dylan.
They could both fight for her and let Faith decide for herself.
By the time Zac made it back to the hospital, hours had passed. As he drove into the parking lot, a throng of people had gathered outside the hospital. Reporters, no doubt. That was when he realized this was just the beginning of her troubles. I will be there for her. Just like, she had been for him.
He pushed the door ajar, making sure that he didn't make too much noise but the slight movement caught both Faith's and Dylan's attention.
She broke into the warmest smile before jumping out of her seat to hug Zac.
"You're here," she whispered as she leaned in.
It felt great to have her in his arms; he wrapped his hands around her protectively. "Should have been here earlier, I'm sorry." He leaned his head down and sniffed her hair; it smelled of lavender, her organic shampoo.
Dylan caught that action and narrowed his eyes, studying him with suspicious, but Zac ignored him.
Faith curled her fist around his shirt. She stayed in his arms, listening to his steady heat beat and breathing in his cologne. She felt so secure in his arms that there wasn't a need for him to tell her everything would turn out fine. Being in his arms was enough to make her feel as though nothing could hurt her. She was certain he would do anything to take care of her.
She closed her eyes and allowed his heartbeat to drum away all her apprehensions. She snuggled closer, hoping to stay there for as long as she could.
After a few minutes, it took all of him to release his arms around her and step back. He held her by her shoulders and leaned down to her eye level. "Faith," he sighed, wondering how to put the news of the reporters to her without making her more upset.
"No matter what happens, I'll be here for you. You know that right?"
Faith caught the trouble in his question. "What's wrong?" she asked.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Faith, there are many reporters standing outside the hospital. Once they run the news, which is probably immediately, there will be chaos in your dad's office."
Faith let out a deep sigh and pressed her fingers to her forehead. Zac took her hand off her forehead, running a finger down her temple and cheeks. "Don't worry, I won't let anyone, or anything hurt you," he whispered.
"Don't worry, Faith, I'm here too. Nothing will happen to your father's business. I'll make sure of it," Dylan spoke out.
Faith smiled as she turned to Dylan. She had almost forgotten that he was there.
"Thanks Dylan, maybe it won't be as bad as what you guys expect."
Both Zac and Dylan gave her a wry smile. Faith knew nothing about the business world. Plenty of sharks were out there who would be waiting to tear Preston's company apart, or sway it in directions that would earn them some quick bucks.
Their reaction answered Faith's question. She stepped back and leaned her back onto Zac. Zac wrapped his arm over her shoulders and waist, pulling her in. She sighed softly as she took in the heat from his body, which prevented her shivers, not from the cold in the room, but from the uncertainty of the next day.
Taking in a deep breath, she wrapped her fingers around the arm over her shoulders and gave him a tight squeeze. Before anyone else spoke, Faith's father stirred in the bed.
Dylan and Zac, both kept quiet as Faith flew to Jonathan Preston's side and held his hands. Zac knew that Dylan's eyes were on him, but he kept his eyes on Faith. Nothing was more important than making sure Faith was all right, everything else could wait.
Faith held onto her father's hand, waiting for him to open his eyes, but he didn't. She sat beside him for a few minutes before returning to the couch, settling in between Dylan and Zac.
"He'll be fine. Don't worry." Dylan reached his arm over Faith's shoulder and gave her a tight squeeze.
Forcing a smile on her face, she nodded.
Wanting to cheer her up and take her mind off things, Zac began sarcastically, "Oh, I forgot to compliment you on your fantastic parking skills."
Her eyes creased in amusement and she chuckled softly, afraid to disturb her father. "You noticed. Yea, I must say, not many can park like me," she countered.
Zac pursed his lips and nodded, pretending to be deep in thoughts, "I, for one, sure can't park like you. Maybe I should get a lesson or two." Then turning to her, Zac asked, "When you are free, Miss Preston, would you teach me how to park as stylishly as you do?"
Faith jabbed him softly with her elbow. As they spoke, the arm on her shoulders seemed to become a cage, preventing her from leaning toward Zac.
Despite being uncomfortable with his act of territorial claim, Faith didn't want Dylan to feel out of the loop. "I skillfully took up two parking spaces with one car."
"You want me to park it right for you?" Dylan asked. He could never get into such exchanges that Faith and Zac always had. He didn't understand the humor and always thought Zac didn't care enough about Faith to solve her problems, since he only teased her about them.
Faith shrugged nonchalantly. "No, no, it's fine. They'll probably just give me a ticket."
Standing up, Dylan stretched out his hand. "Give me the keys."
"Dylan, she can afford the ticket. She has too much money and nowhere to spend it." That got him another jab. Zac was trying to lighten the mood, but Dylan seemed determined to be dense about it.
Faith didn't think it was a big deal, but that was Dylan; needing to fix everything to make it perfect. She dug into her handbag and handed him the keys.
When the door closed behind him, Zac spoke again, "Actually, I think you skillfully took up three parking spots. I'm not sure how you did it, but I'm pretty sure it's three."
"I'm that good huh?" she said as she leaned onto his shoulders.
His hand draped across her shoulders protectively, holding her firm. "I can't tell you what will happen in the coming weeks, but I promise I'll be right beside you when you need me. In turn, I want you to promise me something."
Faith closed her eyes and spoke without moving. "What is it?"
"Call me. No matter the time, no matter if you think I'm busy. I want you to call me right away when you need anything, even if you're just hungry and need someone to deliver food to you, call me. I don't want to hear that something happened to you through another person's mouth."
"But..."
"No buts." Zac sat up straight and turned to face Faith. "If I could be beside you 24/7, I would be, but I can't. When I heard about what happened from George, I was so worried about you that I couldn't think of anything else. I want to be here for you; I will protect you, help you or whatever you need, but you need to let me know."
Taking her hand in his, he sighed softly. "You were always there for me when things went wrong; let me be here for you now."
She nodded.
"Promise me," he urged.
"I promise."
At eight the next morning, the ambulance from the private hospital arrived. Faith shooed both Dylan and Zac home before driving behind the ambulance to the private hospital. Once they arrived, she made sure her father was well taken care of, before following another nurse to meet Doctor Leran.
Entering the room, she saw her mother and grandmother seated in the chair. Their eyes were red and swollen; obviously, no one had gotten any sleep last night.
They waited for quite a while before Doctor Leran came in. "Good morning Faith, ladies." He wasted no time and immediately dived into the scans that he had seen. "I have arranged for another scan later this morning, but right now, it looks like the heart bypass is necessary.
The discussion with Doctor Leran lasted nearly an hour. Throughout the whole time, Faith just sat and listened, nodding every now and then. The whole event seemed so surreal, just a few days ago; she was having breakfast at her house with her father at the very same time. She could still remember the conversation they had and the laughter they had shared.
Yet there she was, listening to how her father would be cut opened and how his heart would have to be stopped when the actual bypass happened.
As they stepped out of the room, she felt a pair of cold hands on her shoulders. "You should go home and rest, dear."
"No, I can stay, I'm fine."
"No, you're not. You need to go home and rest," her mother insisted.
"Yes, go home and rest, dear. We'll stay with your father."
Knowing that they wouldn't allow her to stay, coupled with the fact that she was completely exhausted, she nodded.
On her drive home, she couldn't stand thinking about the surgery her father was going to go through. Each time her thoughts wandered to the operation, her hands would shiver and she would start sobbing. She had to take her mind off her father and allowing her mind roam, she thought of the one person who could always make her smile, Zac.
When Zac had walked through the hospital doors, her heart had instantly lightened and she had felt herself breathing easier. He had always been able to calm her down and make her feel secure.
Each time she was in his arms, with his strong arms encasing her, she felt protected; have absolute trust that he would protect her from everything bad in the world.
As she drove on, the city started to fade out, and streets of mansions appeared. The change in scenery indicated that she was on the right track home, so Faith continued to dwell on her thoughts of Zac.
Although she was upset, Faith noticed his obvious change. He was sweet and his eyes never left her, even though Dylan was right there with them in the room.
Zac was always sweet to her whenever they were alone but never when Dylan was around. Whenever Dylan was around, he would always step aside and let them talk or hang out without ever stepping in. He would only give short and sometimes, curt replies.
Faith never understood why, but assumed that he was trying to maintain his playboy image in front of Dylan. She never liked it, but she never questioned Zac.
Yet last night, his eyes never left her. She was certain that Dylan saw the difference too. Faith could sense his stares on both of them, but neither of them said a word. Well, at least, not in front of her.
The corner of her lips turned up as she thought about how he was behaving. Perhaps...perhaps he finally decided that he is done being just friends.
It was nice to hope. Faith broke into a small smile as she thought of the possibilities, of always having his arms around her, of him leaning down to kiss her. She was so engrossed in her little make belief when she pulled into the driveway that she almost flew right past Jessica.
Jessica's jet-black curly hair was tied back into a bun and judging from her office attire of suit and pants, Faith knew it wasn't a social visit. The Jessica standing in the driveway was the Preston Company's attorney.
Suddenly, the words that Zac had said the night before echoed in her thoughts. There will be hell in your father's office...
Please God, do not let that be true. Faith stepped out of her car and narrowed her eyes at Jessica.
Jessica ignored the chagrin and suspicious on Faith's face and gave her a tight hug. "I'm so sorry about your dad."
"He will be fine." Faith wasn't sure, if she said it out of well, faith, or because she needed to hear those words to ease the uncertainty that was bubbling and threatening to spill over.
Then taking a step back, Jessica handed over the newspaper, which she was holding, into Faith's hands.
Faith took the papers from her hands and turned toward the house. "Walk with me." Faith gestured toward the house and strode forward. She needed a bath and a change of clothes. If things were to be as bad as what Zac and Dylan had believed, then she had better not waste any more time.
However, if what they said were true, she had no idea how she was going to solve it anyway, but she was never one who would sit around and mope. She had to do something.
Taking a deep breath, she braced herself for the headlines. 'Preston's Fate Lies With Young Heiress'
"Faith, I'm here to inform you that your father appointed you with the power to control everything in the company if anything ever happened to him." Her all-professional voice made the announcement sound nothing more than normal routine work.
Nevertheless, Jessica's statement drew Faith's eyes from the newspaper.
Faith stopped at the door that George had already opened for them. Her father had told her in passing about this, but she had never really given it much thought. Without even reading the article, she closed it, knowing that it was probably some derogatory article about her and the definite doom of the company in her hands.
Not getting any reply to the prior statement that she had made, Jessica continued. "Did your father ever mention it to you?"
"Yes," Faith paused for a second before continuing in a whisper, "I just never thought that the day would come."
Even as she spoke the words, the finality of the situation seemed so depressing that she felt all her breath being sucked out of her. An uncontrollable slight shiver reverberated down her skin. She drew in a rugged breath and bit the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from bursting into tears.
Tears wouldn't help. It was inefficient and it wasn't the time for her to behave like a crybaby. It was time for the exact opposite; it was time to grow up.
As Faith stepped in through the door, she shut her eyes and pushed her fringe back behind her ears. Taking the moment to gather her thoughts and regain her composure. She wasn't going to be a coward, her father had supported her cause throughout the years, and now, he needed her. She wasn't going to cower into a hole and hide. That was the least she could do.
"And..." Jessica hesitated.
This is bad. Faith opened her eyes and looked at Jessica, letting her know that she could continue, and that Faith wouldn't go running away or faint from the overwhelming news.
Jessica nodded, pursed her lips into a thin line, and continued, "And in light of recent events, the board has arranged for a meeting this afternoon at two."
Faith didn't really see what could be so terrible about a board meeting but judging from Jessica's face, it was going to be a battle. She took a quick glance at her watch; the meeting was just a few hours to go. She didn't have much time.
"I'm going to take a bath and while I do that, could you call Chelsea to get ready to brief me on all the things my father needed to do and the appointments that he had to go to? Then ask her to get me the project managers. I need a summary of what is going on and what to expect."
Chelsea was her father's loyal assistant, and she would know about what was happening in the office. Faith prayed silently, hoping that Chelsea's loyalties to her father would now be transferred to her, because she definitely needed all the help she could get.
Jessica smiled. "Your father always knew he could count on you."
Faith gave a wry smile and nodded, but what she really wanted to do was laugh. She had no idea why her father would choose to leave the company in her hands. She had never worked a day in her life and besides whatever she had learnt from the textbooks; she had no idea what to expect in the business world. Then, there was Jessica. Standing right before her, telling her that her father knew she could be trusted.
She felt as though she was stuck in some charade, with everyone pretending that she was some capable and experienced businesswoman who could deal with any situation.
Even as Faith trotted up the stairs, her mood was shifting in the opposite direction. She was slipping down into a downward spiral and she knew it. Voices screamed in her head, telling her that she would utterly fail, destroying all the efforts her father had put into the company and disappoint everyone around her.
By the time she got to the top of the stairs, the voices had taken a stronghold in her heart and mind, and she stood where she was, completely paralyzed with fear.
Faith took in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. There was no point in standing there and letting all her insecurities and worries drown her. God, help me.
Letting out a sigh, she forced a smile back on her face. It's a good day. I will be fine. Everyone will be fine. Everything will be fine. I need to brush up on my vocabulary, but besides that, everything else is fine and under control.
"George, coffee for Miss Kane and a cup for myself," she called out, not knowing exactly where George was, but believed he would hear her.
Be brave Faith. Your father needs you.
Faith closed her eyes, allowing the water to flow down her face, mixing into a concoction of diluted tears.
All the uncertainties that she was facing were causing the jitters, even the warm water on her exhausted self didn't do a thing to help. She kept telling herself repeatedly that she would be brave and face whatever that was set before her. She would deal with it the best she could and everything would be fine.
Still, she couldn't drown out the screaming voices in her head. Voices of fear, insecurities, and dubiety.
No matter how much she tried to slow her breathing, to calm herself down, her hands wouldn't stop shaking, and she couldn't stop the rapid palpitations in her chest. All she wanted to do was to get into bed and pull the covers over her head.
If only life could be a book, allowing her to flip right to the end to find out the ending to the story. If only she could shut her eyes tight, convince herself that it was a nightmare, and wake up to her perfect world.
She buried her face in her hands. Enough. Enough Faith. Pull yourself together.
It was with tremendous effort that she made herself get out of the shower, put on some make up so she wouldn't look like she hadn't slept for the entire night, and got dressed in dark blue jeans and a buttoned down black blouse.
She knew that everyone in the office would be wearing something more formal, but she had never worked a day in her life and therefore, never had the need to get a suit of any kind.
As she trudged out of her room, she took out her phone and hit the speed dial for Zac.
"Morning Zac, are you busy?" Faith bit her lips, she really didn't want to disturb Zac, but her fingers had moved without her command. She knew that only he could snap her out of the doom and gloom mood. Only his voice could quell the screaming voices in her head and only his hugs can ease the tremors raking through her body.
Work wise, it would be great to have someone more experience to advise her on the things that should be done and so forth.
"Faith Preston, how many times must I tell you that I will drop anything for you?"
Faith couldn't help smiling at that as she plodded down the stairs. Her eyes had been on the floor, and she had no idea that Zac was right at the bottom of the stairs. Faith knocked right into him and her hands flew out, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself.
Instead of moving back, Zac stabilized Faith and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his chest. "Good morning."
Faith's gasp of shock from bumping into him became a soft sigh as she laid her head against his chest. "Morning," Faith whispered.
Her soft whisper broke his heart. Zac knew that she was struggling, but she would never admit it. He lifted her out of his arms and with his hands on her shoulders; he cocked his head to the side and smiled.
"You smell great and you look beautiful, but don't you think something more formal would be more suitable?" Zac looked at her with his arms still on hers.
"I don't own any working gear, Zac."
"I figured, so I told Jessica to send your father's assistant to get you a suit. She should be back before the meeting, and you can change into it."
Without any warning, she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled against his chest. She really needed a hug. She gave a small smile as she felt Zac's arms tightened around hers. He said nothing, but she knew he understood.
They stood at the bottom of the stairs for a few minutes, and Zac simply held Faith patiently. He knew all that was going through her mind and the fear that she was experiencing. Though she said nothing, he knew that she was just putting on a brave front, and the slight tremor that was reverberating through her was an outright proof.
He knew he had to comfort her, to say something in order to make her feel better, or she would have a breakdown anytime. "I'll be right here with you," Zac whispered softly, brushing her hair. "I promise."
Zac felt Faith nodding in his arms and taking in a deep breath, Faith stepped out of their hug. She smiled, genuinely, because for the first time that day, she truly felt that there would be a happy ending. He smiled back at her, then draping one of his arms over her shoulders; he led her into the kitchen.
"I will be here. Right here, beside you," Zac uttered as they strolled into the kitchen. Faith didn't reply, but the certainty in Zac's voice eased all the fear that was running rampant in her mind.
As she sat down, steaming pancakes were laid before her. Faith had always been a constant person, she had loved pancakes when she was young, and her tastes hadn't changed much.
"It's a little late for breakfast, isn't it?"
"Eat. You have a long day ahead of you." Something about his commanding voice was just so alluring. Faith smiled and dug in.
Jessica slipped into the kitchen, sipping her coffee. "Everything is ready, all we need is you." She walked over to where Faith was sitting, gave her shoulders a squeeze and gave her a reassuring smile. Then she glanced over to Zac, who gave a nod.
Jessica walked out of Faith's kitchen knowing that she was in good hands. She knew that Zac would sooner give up his life than let any harm happen to Faith.
When Jessica was out of sight, Zac shifted his chair to face Faith, pulling her chair between his legs.
"I have cleared my appointments for the next week. I will be right here with you, so don't worry, all right?"
His deep brown eyes bore right into Faith's eyes. He always had the ability to speak with so much sincerity swimming in his eyes that it melted Faith's heart. "Thanks Zac." Faith leaned in and gave him a light peck on his cheek.
Zac smiled broadly. "Eat," Zac gestured to the food and dug in himself while Jessica went back to the office to prepare for the things ahead.
After breakfast and coffee, they stood and left the house. Zac pulled Faith's hand into his, resting her hand on his elbow. They walked in comfortable silence and reaching the driveway, Zac led her to his car and opened the door for her.
Throughout the drive, Zac remained silent, thinking that Faith would like some peace.
Faith looked out of the car and tried to focus. She could sense that Zac's eyes had flickered onto her a couple of times, probably wondering about what she was thinking.
She knew that she should be focusing on how to answer the board about her father's condition, what would happen to the company and so forth. She knew that she should perhaps get some rest so that she could her exhausted brain ready for all the new information that would be thrown onto her, but all she could think about was why Zac hadn't turned up for dinner and hadn't bothered inform her about it.
It wasn't long before curiosity won over propriety. "So what happened last night?" Faith looked at Zac, observing his face to detect any lies or half-truths. Both Zac and Dylan had the habit of telling her white lies to protect her, and she didn't like it.
"I had some paperwork to catch up on," Zac answered without missing a beat.
Liar. Faith turned and looked out of the window. She hated people lying to her, she wasn't stupid, but she didn't want to catch Zac on the lie. Keeping her eyes outside the window, she asked another question.
"Why did you call Dylan to come over without informing me?" She tried to sound impassive, but it wasn't really working.
Silence. Even before Zac spoke, Faith knew it was going to be another lie.
"I just thought it would be more important that someone be with you for dinner. I didn't think you would see any difference in having dinner with Dylan than with me."
It was different. Faith knew it, but pride spoke for her. "It didn't matter. But I would have appreciated it if I had been informed."
With that, Faith was determined not to speak any more. She kept her eyes looking out of the window, not allowing herself to take even a peek at Zac.
She knows I lied. Zac's jaws tightened, and he let out a soft sigh. Faith was like a human lie detector. She was good at observing things that others didn't, and she was extremely good at catching when people were lying to her.
Why did I even bother to try? Zac didn't really want to lie, but what else could he say? That Dylan had used guilt to make him do so, that he was so upset that he didn't have the mood to argue with him, or that he thought he loved her, but he was afraid that he would end up hurting her instead?
Zac kept turning his head to check on Faith, but she had kept her eyes firmly away from him. He knew she probably was furious with him. He wanted more than anything to reach his hand over and hold her hand, to apologize to her and coax a smile back onto her face.
No, it wouldn't help. He would have to wait till the storm blew over before saying anything.
The silence in the car became incredibly difficult to tolerate. Zac knew that she was fuming, and he could almost touch the anger that was radiating out from her.
As he continued driving, Zac came up with a redemption plan. He was going to smile, coax, and charm her back into a better mood. He knew Faith really well and knew exactly what he had to do to be back in her good graces. It would probably not be easy, but he would do everything needed to get her smiling again.
As he pulled into the parking lot, his thoughts got more serious. He knew things could get ugly in the office. Silently, he made himself a promise to protect her from it.
Parking his car, he scooted out of it and sprinted over to open Faith's door. He had the warmest smile on his face, but Faith had kept her face straight and her eyes away from him. He had expected that, but continued to keep the smile on his face.
They had barely taken three steps, when flashes went off in front of them and a series of click, click, click was heard. Damn paparazzi.
The quiet car park erupted with noises from the paparazzi yelling out their questions. "Miss Preston, is it true that your father had a heart attack?" "Miss Preston, will you be taking over the company?" "Miss Preston, is it true that your father is in a bad condition?" "Miss Preston, please update us with what is going on."
Immediately, Zac wrapped one of his arms protectively over Faith's shoulders and pulled her close to him. Faith was completely stunned. She didn't make any move, allowing Zac to pull her into his arms and drag her along. When her sleep-deprived brain finally processed what was going on, she turned and hid her face in Zac's chest. Nothing was left for her to do, except to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Zac jostled his way forward and kept his hands over Faith, making sure that the microphones and recorders the reporters were jamming in their directions didn't hit her. Her hands were digging and clinging so tightly onto his shirt that her knuckles had turned white.
Though her face was hidden from him, Zac could feel the fierce pounding of her heart. He knew that she had never faced such a hostile situation before and was probably terrified.
The very thought made him want to pull her back into his car and drive her somewhere so that he could hide her. "Don't worry, I got you," Zac whispered into her ears and continued moving toward the office building.
Zac reached into his pocket, pulled out the security card, and swiped it, unlocking the door. Pulling Faith in, he made sure he closed the door shut with his leg, ensuring that no reporters would be able to slip in through the door with them.
He pulled Faith in front of him, using his frame to block hers from the paparazzi. Keeping his hands around Faith, he pressed the lift's button, which sent one of the doors flying open immediately. He led Faith in and heaved a sigh of relief as the door shut, returning the silence and shutting out the flashes from the camera.
Once the door was completely closed, he released his arm and lifted her chin. "Angel, are you all right? You'll be safe now; they can't get into the building. I have told Jessica to triple the security at the door and post patrols."
Faith blinked and sighed. "Thanks Zac, I didn't expect the ambush. I wouldn't have known what to do without you."
Zac pulled her head in and kissed her forehead. "I'm here. Will be here. Don't worry."
Zac brushed her hair and pushed her fringe that had covered her face. Standing straight, he adjusted his crumpled shirt. When he saw his bunched up shirt, he chuckled softly.
Faith looked up and smiled sheepishly. "I'm so sorry about that."
"Feel free to do that again anytime," Zac smirked.
"Triple the security? Is that really necessary?"
"You really can't miss your sleep, can you?" Zac turned to see the confused look on her face. "See, you're so slow you didn'y even get what I meant."
"You forgot that I get grumpy when I get tired."
"And hungry."
Faith scowled at him and he had the audacity to smile.
"All right, shutting up."
The lift was a direct access to her father's office on the fortieth floor. The entire level was his; no one could access it without the special security pass. As they entered the office, two security guards stood by the lift, eyeing the two unfamiliar faces. Zac kept his eyes on Faith, only looking away once to nod his head when Chelsea acknowledged him.
Faith had kept her head high as she walked in. She gave Chelsea a polite smile as she was greeted and she continued striding toward her father's office.
She glanced around the familiar room. Sunlight was pouring in through the full-length glass windows, illuminating the entire room. The dark brown mahogany desk stood proudly before a black leather chair. Her father's office was big enough to be an apartment. Besides the desk and chair, a black leather sofa with a small coffee table lined the side of a wall. On the other side of the office, there was a private bathroom complete with a shower and a changing area.
As she walked into her office, she was half expecting to see her father walk out of the bathroom to greet her. The office seemed hollow without her father, or perhaps, it was her heart, which was feeling empty. As she walked over to the desk, her fingers skimmed the top of the polished table, hesitating a moment before taking Mr. Preston's seat.
"I haven't been on this side of the table for the longest time," Faith choked slightly on the words.
Zac watched her as she took in the surroundings. He saw how her brows furrowed and how she fought back her tears as she looked at the black leather seat where her father had been sitting just the day before.
So much had changed since yesterday.
Zac walked over and placed his hand on her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. At the same moment, Jessica walked in and cleared her throat to get their attention. "The project managers are already in the meeting room."
Immediately, Faith let out a heavy breath, readying herself for the battle to come. Zac sat down on a couch as Faith stood.
"You're not coming?" The alarm was clear in Faith's voice.
"These are the company projects. I don't think your father want outsiders knowing about the details."
Faith clasped her hands behind her back, wringing them. "Please? I...I don't think I'll understand anything. I really need...your advice."
Zac wished she had ended her sentence with, you. I really need you. Still, the alarm in her voice melted his heart. He stood up and walked beside her. He had intended to put his arms around her and walk out together, but they were in the office and they should be more professional.
He tilted his head toward the door and gestured for them to get going. Faith took in a deep breath and strode out with him.
Fear and uncertainty was percolating within her, but despite all that she was feeling, she had managed to keep her face straight. As she entered the conference room, all heads turned. The project managers looked as nervous as she was. She gave them an amiable smile and settled into her seat.
Zac took the seat beside her and gave Faith an encouraging smile. Nodding, Faith finally spoke. "Let's begin. Fill me in on all the different projects, the stage that we're at and what are the things that need to be done."
Immediately, the teams started presenting on the projects, bringing Faith up to date with all that was happening in the company. Preston currently had two new projects going on, two major projects. Both were resorts with plenty of details that Faith would have to oversee.
Zac made himself pay attention while the projects manager briefed Faith and informed her of the status of the projects. He couldn't help but look toward Faith periodically, wondering if she could get what the managers were saying.
She would scribble down notes while the managers spoke and was staring intently at the files of information before her. Now and then, she would draw in a deep breath and tilt her head to the sides to stretch her neck.
Zac knew that she must be tired. She had a fantastic memory. She had the uncanny ability to repeat word for word from a movie that she had watched once, even if she had watched it a couple of years before. The lack of sleep, however, would definitely make it tough on her. He fought the urge to go over to her and give her a shoulder rub or to let her lean on his shoulder for a nap. In the office. Be professional.
After two hours of meeting, they trotted back to the office where Faith slammed into her seat. Before she could take a few moments of rest, Chelsea came in with a list of duties.
The nearly fifty year old Chelsea waited for a reply from Faith, but all Faith did was shut her eyes and take in a deep long breath. Chelsea stood rooted, unsure of what she should do. She had been working with Mr. Preston for years, and experience had told her that it was best to stay silent and invisible when a Preston's wrath was imminent.
As she stood facing the desk, Chelsea contemplated if it was acceptable for her to simply turn and walk out quietly, leaving Faith alone until she was needed again.
"Thanks," Zac stood up and led Chelsea out of the office. Chelsea gave Zac a grateful look before escaping back to her desk. Closing the door shut, he turned to face Faith.
Faith leaned her head back and sighed. Her hands flew to her temple and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"I am in way over my head," Faith spoke softly, with defeat in her tone. "I'm amazed that nobody has screamed in my face, asking me what the hell I'm doing here. Why is everyone pretending as if I'm some experienced businesswoman? I know nothing. I don't know what I can do here except to create more trouble."
Zac knew it would be hard. She had never worked a day in her life; and all of the information must be overwhelming for her. He wanted to comfort her immediately, telling her that he had absolute confidence in her, but he knew that she needed to rant, and so he allowed her to do so.
"I had no idea what they were saying! I don't understand the figures. I don't understand the terms...I just don't understand a single thing!"
Zac strode over and knelt beside her chair. He gently took her hands from her face and lowered them without letting them go. He squeezed her hands gently and waited for her to open her eyes. "Most of the major negotiations and contracts required are done. You just need to make sure that everything runs smoothly."
Zac knew he was downplaying it. Things never ran smoothly, and there would be hitches that would make Faith want to wring the necks of the people involved, but that could wait. He just wanted to soothe her and didn't want her to be frightened by everything all at once.
"As for all these duties, there are departments that will give you all the information you need to make an informed decision. Preston's has great talents. If you are not sure, you can ask them. They will be able to advise you accordingly."
The corner of Faith's mouth lifted slightly, more from being polite than relief. She just didn't want Zac to feel as though he was wasting his breath. Zac knew she was giving him her placating smile.
Letting go of her hands, he cupped his hands on her cheeks. He leaned in till their noses almost touched. "Faith Preston, you can definitely do this. I believe in you. I believe, wholeheartedly, that you can do anything you set your mind to."
Faith's lips turned up as she heard the familiar words she had once told Zac. She couldn't believe that he remembered what she said, word for word. For a moment, every problem in the world disappeared as her heart warmed.
The tears that were threatening to burst forth from fear brimmed at her eyes, not from fear, but a mixture of relief, bliss, and love. Faith looked at Zac. She wondered how the boy she had played with had grown up to be such a wonderful man, and right now, her pillar of support.
All she wanted was to lean onto his chest and let him wrap his hands around her because she knew no other safer place. She had so much to say, but all her words seemed to choke in her throat, and all she could do was let her tears fall.
When he saw the tears drop, Zac panicked, and he wondered if he had said the wrong things. Not knowing what to say or do, he pulled her into a hug and brushed her hair with his fingers. "Shhh...It's all right. It's going to be all right."
Zac held her for a few moments before lifting her from his chest. His thumb wiped away her tears, and he gave her an encouraging smile.
"Sorry, and thanks."
Her voice was still shaking. He put a hand on her neck and pulled her in to kiss her forehead. "You have nothing to be sorry for and you are more than welcome."
Zac lowered his eyes to hers and saw her still wet lashes. An overwhelming urge came over him to kiss her, to take away the uncertainties looming in her mind, and to tell her that he would be there for her no matter what happened.
He had never seen Faith looked so defeated. She wasn't one who complain, simply one who kept her eyes on her goal and went ahead to achieve it. Even on her first mission trip, things were tough, but she had adapted and gone through it without complaints. Yet, sitting before him then, Faith looked broken.
Seeing her tears, which she barely shed, coupled with the uncertainty in her eyes, Zac's heart ached. Before he realized what he was doing, his lips brushed hers. He paused and lifted his face slightly away to see her reaction. Faith stayed still; she didn't flinch or move away.
That was enough invitation for him to continue. He cupped a hand under her ears and leaned in again.
His breath sped and his heart thumped so hard that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest.
"Lunch delivery!"
Zac sprung up at the loud announcement. Ugh...great timing Dylan.
"Dylan." Zac turned around to greet him, pretending as though nothing happened. The glint of anger in Dylan's eyes was unmistakable, and Zac knew he would have to deal with him soon.
"Hi Dylan," Faith finally spoke, breaking the tension in the room.
"I didn't know you would be here so I only bought enough for two," Dylan spoke brusquely, obviously wanting Zac out of the room. Zac smirked and turned around to Faith.
"I can share. I don't have much appetite anyway," Faith said before Zac could reply.
The corner of his lips turned up; he couldn't help it. Zac was so pleased with Faith's reaction. She wanted him there. After the moment earlier, he was sure that Faith did feel something for him. She had allowed Zac to lean in and kiss her after he had already brushed his lips against hers. She had more than enough time to stop him or throw him a slap, but she didn't.
Maybe she just needed someone. Perhaps that wasn't the best moment to kiss her; she was vulnerable and might not know what she wanted. The timing wasn't perfect, but one thing for sure, Zac was going to let her know that he was done with being just friends with her.
"It's all right angel, there are some things that I need to attend to. Eat your lunch; I'll see you in an hour." Zac bent down and kissed Faith on her cheeks.
"Enjoy your lunch," Zac said, looking straight into Dylan's eyes. There was going to be war.
Dylan's jaws were tight, and he didn't reply. He simple gave a curt nod as Zac left the office.
Zac wanted to stay beside Faith but staying right beside her wouldn't help much, since Dylan was there, she would at least have some company. Zac could use some time to pull in some help before the board meeting.
He had already made two calls before meeting Faith and had put his own money and reputation on the line. Two of the board members had already agreed to not contest Mr. Preston's decision and let Faith continue the position as acting chairperson.
Mr. Preston had been wise enough to keep a fifty-five percent of the company's share between himself and Faith, but if the board members were to be unhappy, things might turn ugly. The last thing he wanted was board members pulling out and dumping their shares in the market. It would cause the stock price to go tumbling down and with two major projects going on, cash flow was extremely important.
Excluding Mr. Preston, there were another six board members. If he could convince just one more board member, there would at least be a tie in the meeting and the rest of the board members wouldn't have a choice, but to go along with it, at least, for the moment.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jackson, Zac Hayden here. I hope I am not disturbing your lunch."
Things went smoothly. Once Mr. Jackson heard his promise that he would be personally helping Faith to keep an eye on the business and would personally guarantee any losses during the period when Faith was the chairperson; they were more than willing to cooperate.
He knew that putting up the guarantee for their losses was risky and being an astute businessman; he should have known better, but it was for Faith and she was definitely worth the risk.
"I'll ask the attorney to send you the contract immediately."
"I can sign it at the board meeting, there is no hurry."
"Actually, sir, I would prefer it if you do not let Faith know about the deal."
A booming laughter echoed at the other end of the phone, and Zac raised a brow.
"Well, well, well. Isn't that interesting? You sure she's worth it? There are plenty of fish out there which are of lower risk and require less effort."
Zac chuckled. Zac knew what he meant, but the fact was he had never put much effort into any of his romantic advances.
However, Faith wasn't just another girl. Faith never really liked the big flashy necklace that weighed enough potentially to break her neck. She loved simple accessories that were not flashy, just simple like her. In fact, she barely wore any accessories. She would usually only wear the simple cross necklace that her mother had given her, and the pair of small diamond earrings that Zac had given her on one of the Christmas.
"She is definitely worth every effort. Have a good lunch sir. The contract will reach you before the board meeting. Thanks again."
Another rough chuckle boomed before the phone hung up.
With some time left over, Zac returned to his 'redemption plan' though he knew Faith had probably forgotten about it already. Still, he wanted to show her that he was serious about them moving beyond just friends.
As Faith watched Zac strode out of her office, she blinked again. Would he have kissed her if Dylan hadn't walked in?
She had been stunned to absolute stillness when she felt his lips brushed hers, and when he leaned in again, she could have straightened up and stopped everything, but she didn't. Her heart had rate raced, and she took in a deep breath, but the kiss never came.
She didn't know if she should be angry or thankful for Dylan's sudden entrance. Had he just pitied her? As much as she would have liked the kiss to happen, she was glad that it hadn't. It gave her some time to think.
Looking at Dylan, she saw a flicker of anger, but it passed almost as soon as Zac walked out. "Hungry?" Dylan turned his attention back to Faith and placed the food he had bought on her desk. Taking the food out of the plastic bags, he settled into the seat opposite hers.
Thai food. She helped Dylan open up the food and dug in. She had just lifted up her chopsticks when someone knocked on the door. Both of them glanced toward the door, with Faith hoping it was Zac, and Dylan was hoping it wasn't.
"Come in."
Chelsea walked in with a paper bag in her hand. "Your office attire that Mr. Hayden told me to order. The rest has been delivered to your house."
Faith pushed her chair back, but Dylan stood before she did and gestured for her to sit and eat. Taking the bag from Chelsea, he placed the bag on the black leather sofa by the side of the office and settled back into his seat.
They ate quietly, without any conversation. Faith was busily flipping through the files and trying to get as much information into her head as she could. With Zac out of the room, her anxiety was on the rise. All the fear that she was feeling minutes ago came back with a vengeance, and she felt the sudden need to understand and know it all.
The lack of sleep was severely affecting her brain cells. Normally, she had fantastic memory. She had managed to get honors in university without really spending much time studying, yet at that moment; nothing seemed to be able to enter her skull.
"How's everything so far?" Dylan asked after finishing the meal.
"Confusing. Overwhelming." Faith put a tiny smile on her face. She didn't want Dylan making a big deal about it, she was already drained, and she really just wanted things to keep moving on so that she could go home and get some much-needed sleep.
She needed another cup of coffee, or she might just fall asleep during the board meeting.
Stretching herself, Faith glanced at the clock and realized that it had been almost an hour. "Gosh, I'm so sorry Dylan. I was concentrating on work, and I didn't know it had been so long."
Dylan smiled. "Don't worry about it. I know what it feels like to get lost in your work."
Reaching over, she placed her hand over his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Thanks, for being such a great friend. Coffee? I seriously need some. I'll ask Chelsea to make some."
"No thanks. I'm fine."
Before Faith could pick up the phone to call Chelsea through the intercom, Zac came in through the door with three Starbucks cups, a paper bag and a bouquet of flowers. Calla lilies, her favorite.
Handing her the bouquet, Zac pulled out a box of XOX truffles. Many chocolates that are more expensive could be found, but Faith just loved the XOX chocolates.
"Hot mocha with extra foam." He smiled and winked at Faith while setting a Starbucks cup down on her desk and offered one to Dylan. Dylan raised his palm before him, and Zac shrugged. Taking a cup for himself, he put the remaining cup on a small coffee table beside the sofa.
Faith watched Zac move around the office while she held her bouquet of flowers.
Zac had bought her flowers before, but he had never given any to her in front of Dylan. As she racked her brain wondering why Zac was doing this, she remembered the conversation that she had with him in the car. Zac knew Faith had caught him lying, and this was his way of apologizing.
"Thanks Zac. I really needed the coffee; you know I love the chocolates and...flowers are always welcomed."
Zac had already opened the box of chocolates before pushing it in front of her. "Glad you like it," he said as he bent down and kissed her on her cheeks. Then looking at the clock, he continued, "Chelsea told me the clothes are here. You need to change your clothes. The meeting will be starting soon."
Faith popped one piece of chocolate into her mouth and took the bag, which Zac had lifted from the sofa. Then she walked into the private bathroom in the office. There was a shower and the changing room still had a few of her father's suits hanging in the wardrobe. Touching one of the coats, she sighed.
She ran her hands down the sleeve of her father's coat. Her father was a strong man who recently had still insisted on changing the light bulb, which had fused in her house. He had hoisted the ladder onto his shoulders and fixed the bulb like an efficient handyman. Her father, a man who was always so full of vigor.
A tear rolled down the corner of her eyes. She had always thought her father was infallible. How could her superhero be sick and requiring a life-threatening surgery?
She swallowed hard and wiped off the drop of a tear that was rolling down the side of her cheek. No more crying. It wasn't the time to be a baby. It was her turn to take care of him now.
Her mother had called and informed her that her father's surgery was scheduled at five. She was going to make sure that she got there before that, so she had better changed and get the board meeting over and done with.
As she put on the clothes, she realized that Chelsea had gotten exactly the right size, and it suited her perfectly. Black, classic, and simple, and she loved it.
When she stepped out of the private bathroom, the two guys immediately stopped their conversations and looked at her. Anger glistened in their eyes, and they seemed to have been having an intense argument.
Faith halted in her steps as both their eyes turned to her. Biting her lower lips, she had no idea what was going on. In aim of trying to ease the tension, she did a pirouette and ended it with a curtsy.
"Do I look like a working woman?"
The guys laughed. Dylan walked over and held her hands. "You look beautiful. You always do."
Faith blushed. "Thanks, I wondered how she knew what size to get," Faith spoke as she gently slipped her hands from Dylan's to brush off the invisible dust that seemed to currently coat her clothes.
"I guessed. It fits fine, right?" Zac voice boomed from behind Dylan.
"Oh, you guessed it exactly right. Thanks."
Zac walked over, and with his hands on her shoulders, he turned her slightly away from Dylan to face him.
"Faith, I want to be beside you during the board meetings, but we won't be allowed. I'll be right outside. Don't worry so much, just be yourself. Listen and don't say too much unless there's a need to. Understand?"
Faith nodded. Looking straight ahead, she saw his wrinkled shirt again and sniggered. Zac had caught what she was staring at and smiled.
Not wanting to leave Dylan feeling out of the loop, she told Dylan about what had happened in the morning.
The side of Dylan's lips turned up, but he made no comments. "Faith, I've called two of your board members. They are my father's friends and though they are not the major shareholders, they have agreed not to make things difficult. They have also agreed to try to sway the other members in your favor so just relax, all right. Like what Zac had said, speak only when there is a need. There is no need to give anyone any arsenal to attack you."
Zac looked away and smirked. Did Dylan actually speak Zac's name like a snarl or had she imagined it? Her brows furrowed for a moment as she pondered upon that, but she had enough on her mind already, so she let it slip.
Faith let out a sigh. It was exactly like them to do things behind her back to make sure that things went smoothly for her. "Dylan, you didn't have to do that, but I'm not going to be proud and tell you that I could have handled it, so...thanks."
Dylan pulled her in and hugged her. "Anything for you, beautiful."
What was wrong with the two of them? It wasn't uncommon for them to give each other friendly hugs or greeting kisses on the cheek, but they seemed to be marking their territory on her and it was making her rather uncomfortable. Maybe they are just worried about you.
Faith stepped out of the hug and smiled. "Thanks, both of you have been great." She tiptoed and kissed both their cheeks before taking the lead out of the office.
The three of them headed to the conference room on the thirty-second floor, with Jessica trailing behind them. Everyone was quiet and even though both Zac and Dylan had told her that it was going to be fine; the worst-case scenarios kept running through Faith's mind.
Faith liked to be prepared. She would research, plan, and do more research and more planning for everything she did, but that day was just thrown into her face without her being able to prepare for it. Stopping outside the door, Faith straightened her new suit and turned to the guys.
"Wish me luck."
"Good luck," they both said at the same time.
As Faith opened the door, she realized her hands were shaking. Not wanting to show her fear or display the lack of confidence, she squared her shoulders and strode in with her hands behind her.
The meeting went smoother than she had expected. Everyone asked about her father's condition and they were really encouraging. They expressed their confidence and reminded her of the important details that she needed to look out for in the project. Instead of the battle to defend her father's decision, it was a session with advice being laid out by the board members, at least most of the board members.
One board member had vehemently voiced out about how inexperienced Faith was and how she shouldn't be in charge, but his voice didn't carry much power. The biggest shareholders, besides Faith, had brushed off his concerns and supported her. Faith was amazed, had Dylan's call really affected such reactions?
She had still expected the three other major shareholders who made up the other thirty percent to try to put her down, but nothing happened. Everyone was encouraging and supportive. Was she dreaming?
Nevertheless, she kept the guys' advice in her head. She only spoke when spoken to and made sure she took down all the advice and details that the board members had given her.
In about an hour, the meeting was over. Faith exited the conference room, shaking the hands of the board members. The only angry board member had stalked out after muttering something under his breath. Faith didn't catch what he had said, but knew it was something that was better off not heard.
Walking up to Marcus Jackson, Faith reached out her hand. "Thanks Mr. Jackson. Thanks for all the support and advice."
"It's not me whom you should thank, silly." He took her hand and winked at her before walking out.
Faith trotted behind him, puzzled. Did Dylan call him too?
That was when she noticed how Mr. Jackson and another two major shareholders had smiled slightly at Zac and nodded before heading off.
Zac did it too. He called the board members ahead of the meeting. Faith's heart swelled with gratefulness.
When all the board members left, she went in front of her knights in shining armor with a broad smile. "Well, it was fine. More than fine, other than Mr. Hiley, everyone else was being real supportive."
"Then let's go back to the hospital and update your father. I'm sure he wants to know that everything is all right before going in for surgery."
Dylan was right; her father would want to know. The reminder of the impending operation sank her heart, the board meetings and incredible amount of work before her seemed trivial compared to her father fighting for his life in the operating theater.
"Just let me grab the files, and I'll be ready to go."
"My car is parked further away that yours. With the reporters, it's better if the car is nearer. I'll see you at the hospital," Dylan said, and walked out.
Faith was secretly relieved. She didn't want to be a position to choose whose car to take.
Dylan sighed as he left Zac and Faith, proceeding to the parking lot himself. Although neither Faith nor Zac had voiced their feelings for each other, it was obvious that the two had something more than just friends did.
Dylan knew that Zac had kept his boundaries, but whenever anything was wrong with Faith, he would be the first to be there. Whenever Faith needed anything, Zac would be the one she turned to. He tried, over the years to bring their friendship to their next level, but Faith always had a way to dodge his questions or attempts.
He knew that Faith was avoiding the subject completely because she wanted to keep their relationship as friends. He didn't mind, thinking that he would have time to change her mind and that she would someday see that he was more than just a friend to her.
Somehow, it finally dawned on him that the day might never come.
"Dylan!"
Dylan's head snapped up and smiled at Jessica. "Hi Jess."
"Accompanying Faith?" Jessica smiled brightly, but she couldn't help the jealousy that was bubbling up.
He shrugged his shoulders. "That's what friends are for, right?"
She nodded, but knew Dylan was struggling. It was impossible not to see the feelings Zac and Faith had for each other, besides the two themselves, everyone could see the effect they had on each other. "You want to have dinner together?"
"Can't, sorry. I'm heading over to the hospital to visit Faith's father."
She already has Zac, so why are you subjecting yourself to having more heartache? "All right then, I'll see you another time." Jessica turned to leave, redirecting the question, which she wanted to ask Dylan onto herself.
"You want to come along?"
Jessica hesitated; she really shouldn't add herself to the entanglement of the three clueless souls. "Sure. Let me get my things." However, her heart said otherwise.
The moment that Zac closed the door to Faith's office, she had to ask. She simply couldn't suppress her curiosity.
"You called them too, right?"
"Called who?"
"The board members." Faith knew he was going to beat about the bush.
"What about the board members?"
"Are you purposely obtuse? You know exactly what I'm talking about and you're just trying to make me angry."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Zac smiled and continued to feign ignorance.
"Liar."
Normally, Faith would go on arguing with him, but she was so tired that she didn't have the strength. All she did was let out a heavy sigh.
"Look, does it matter? What matters is that you can focus on what you need to do instead of handling some angry old man. What matters is that you can report to your father how smoothly everything is going, and he will be able to put work out of his mind."
Faith knew he was right. That was the difference between Zac and Dylan. Dylan would always state what he had done and expected appreciation, while Zac was one who would help someone without ever mentioning it. Faith had found this particular trait of Zac to be really alluring and all she could think about then was to kiss him.
"Shall we?"
Zac had opened the door and held his arm out for Faith. Shaking the thoughts out of her mind, she grabbed the few files and hooked her arm around Zac's arm.
"Give the files to Chelsea and ask her to take them over to your house. It will be a circus downstairs, and you won't be able to hold on to the files."
The reminder of what was to come in the car park should have frightened her, but with Zac standing right beside her, she couldn't muster up any ounce of fear. However, she did agree that she would probably not be able to hold on to the files with the reporters sticking their cameras and recorders into her face. Faith pouted her lips and nodded. "But I'm taking the chocolates."
Zac chuckled at her reaction.
When the lift was reaching the ground floor, both of them let out a deep breath. Faith, for the dread of what she was about to face and Zac, bracing himself for the fiasco ahead. "Ready?" Zac asked.
Without waiting for a reply, he continued. "Just keep your feet moving. I'll get you to the car, and we'll be out of here in a few minutes."
Faith nodded.
Once the lift door opened, the reporters flocked to the entrance and surrounded them once the door flew open. Zac's arm was over her shoulder as he dragged her along. The same questions echoed in Faith's ear, and she had to bite her lips to stop herself from yelling at them to get out of her face.
She kept her head low and did what Zac told her to do; she simply kept her legs moving. It was actually a rather daunting task with all the reporters crushing themselves onto them, but she managed. Partly because Zac was strong enough to pull her along while he shoved through the waves of reporters.
Luckily, he had kept himself in shape.
"Get in."
That was when she realized the door of the car had been flung open. Zac placed another hand over her head to make sure she didn't knock herself in the head and lifted her up into the car with the other arm.
Though tired, she noticed there was something about the interior of the car that was wrong.
Her door slammed closed and within a minute, the driver's door opened and closed. The flashes kept on, and Zac had to blare the horns a few times, followed by the ramming of the gas to give the reporters the message that if they didn't move, they would soon be under the car. Zac started jerking the car forward before speeding out of the car park.
"Put on your seat belt," Zac commanded, while looking into the rearview mirror.
"This is not going to turn into one of those car chases on TV, right?" Faith asked while she strapped herself in.
Zac laughed softly and reached his hand over, brushing her cheeks with the back of his hand. "No, angel. I'll never do that, not with you in the car." He smiled warmly at her. "Anyway, they probably know which hospital your dad is in. Just let them follow, they can't do much."
Faith finally tore her eyes from Zac and took a better look at the interior of the car. They were in her huge SUV.
"We didn't take this car to work, right?" Faith frowned as she wondered if she had been so exhausted that she had forgotten which car she rode in that morning.
"I got Mindy to take my car back to your house and drive your SUV back here during lunch. Otherwise, the reporters would have been camping by the car, and it would have been much more difficult to get away."
Thoughtful. "It's tough to be your assistant."
He smiled and looked at her. "Close your eyes and get some rest. You must be really tired."
"You haven't slept the whole night either."
"Don't worry, I promise that I won't drive us into an oncoming truck."
Faith had to smile. She tried to stay awake to accompany Zac. She opened her box of chocolates and popped them into her mouth, feeding some to Zac as well. Once the chocolates were gone, the lack of sleep suddenly hit her all at once. Her eyelids seemed to weigh a ton, and she couldn't think of anything but the need to get some rest.
She wasn't sure when she drifted to sleep, but she jumped when she felt a warm sensation across her cheeks.
"It's just me." Zac muttered softly.
"We there?" Drowsiness swum in her head. The short nap wasn't enough to make up for a whole night of sleep. Her head was swirling, and she had to force her eyes to stay open.
"Yes, sleepyhead."
Faith stretched her neck and yawned softly.
"Faith, there's a mob outside the hospital too."
"We need to run again?" Faith groaned.
Her complaint brought about a fit of laughter from Zac. Frowning, Faith turned to Zac. "It really isn't meant to be funny."
"Yes madam."
Now it was Faith's turn to laugh. She knew she sounded like a spoilt ten-year old, but she was indeed tired of having to run from the reporters.
"All right, let's get this over with."
Zac smiled. Faith was truly thankful to Zac. He was after all, the one who had been making all of these easy. Without him, she would probably have cowered and camped in the office until the reporters went away.
As Zac reached his hand over to the handle, Faith reached out and placed her hand on Zac's shoulders. Zac stopped, and turned his head back to her.
"Thanks Zac, really."
Being Zac, he didn't launch into listing all the things he had done for Faith and how tired he was. Neither did he state how he would like to be rewarded. He simply smiled broadly and said, "As long as you are safe."
With that, he opened the door and the same routine took place with the same flashes from cameras and the same questions repeating with a different, or maybe even the same set of reporters.
"My baby girl!" her dad voiced when Faith walked in. He seemed to be in a better condition though he still had several tubes stuck to him.
"Hi Dad." Faith walked in with Zac behind her. Dylan was already inside, sitting on the sofa beside Jessica. "Hi mum. Hi granny and Jess!"
"Hi Uncle Jon, Aunt Michelle. Hi grandma, Jessica." Everyone smiled and nodded.
Her whole family knew Zac well; their house had always been an escape for Zac whenever he needed. Faith's grandmother always had a soft spot for Zac. She knew everything about Zac's family and admired how a young boy with no one to depend on turned out to be such a fine young man. She never allowed Zac to call her Mrs. Preston. She had made him call her grandma ever since he had known her.
"Thanks Dylan, Jess, for being here," Faith added, not wanting them to think that they were being ignored or slighted.
"Look at my baby girl in a suit! I never thought I would live to see the day!"
Faith's father had asked her a couple of times if she was interested in going to work for him. She had turned him down, and he never bugged her about it. At that moment, Faith was overwhelmed with guilt. If she had helped him, perhaps he wouldn't be in the hospital bed.
"I'm sorry Dad; I should have stayed here and helped you instead of trotting all over the world." Faith looked down on the floor.
"Don't be silly, dear, I'm here because I refused to take my bread with less butter and eat anything that is not fried in a gallon of oil. It has nothing to do with you."
Faith put on her political smile. Her father shouldn't be consoling her; he should rest and take care of himself.
"How was your first day at work? Dylan said it went well."
"It did. Zac and Dylan helped a great deal, Dad."
"Yes, you are lucky to have the two of them watching your back." Jonathan Preston cast grateful glance at both Zac and Dylan. "Thank you, both of you, for taking care of her."
Faith then launched into an explanation of what happened in the meeting, telling him how Dylan had called and helped with two of the board members, and how nice the rest of them were. Not wanting her father to worry, Faith omitted the information about Mr. Hiley.
Faith's father smirked and cast a quick glance at Zac when she mentioned how Mr. Jackson was really supportive about the whole thing, giving her advice and all on the projects. He suspected that Zac did have some part to play, but didn't voice it out, or perhaps he knew for a fact about what Zac did, but neither of them spoke about it.
Zac's cell phone rang for the third time in a roll. He let out an annoyed sigh when he saw that name on the screen. He wondered idly to himself, considering if it was time to change his phone number.
"Nicole Smith. Why are you not picking up?" Dylan asked.
Zac shrugged his shoulders. "She's not important. Just someone who doesn't understand what 'no' means."
Dylan smirked and shook his head. He knew it was just another of Zac's fling. Though he knew that most of the women that gossip magazines associated him with were nothing but nonsense, Zac did have his flings.
He never really understood. Most of the time, Zac never bothered much with those women, but perhaps it was his aloofness that peaked their interest.
The only person he ever saw Zac care about was Faith. He knew that Faith was important to Zac, but when he had asked, Zac had assured him that they were nothing more than just friends. Even though Dylan could see that their concern for each other exceeded the normal friendship boundary, neither of them ever tried to push their relationship beyond that.
He knew it was selfish, but he was pleased that they had stayed just friends. He wanted Faith to himself and as long as Zac and Faith remained status quo, he had a chance.
Now, however, Zac seemed ready to make the change.
After a while, Doctor Leran came in and announced that he had to prepare her father for operation. All the Preston ladies kissed him on the cheek and walked out after the guys.
As they wheeled her father into the operation room, Faith closed her eyes and said a silent prayer.
From behind Faith, Dylan wrapped his arms around her and whispered into her ears, "He will be fine."
Faith nodded, and she sure hoped so. Then, as politely as she could, she shrugged out of his hug and walked to Zac's side, leaning on his shoulders. In return, Zac wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer.
Dylan let out a slow breath and retreated beside Jessica. Before, Zac wouldn't have done that. At least, not in front of him.
Jessica saw what happened, but didn't make any comment; it wasn't the right place or time.
They all settled to down in a waiting area near the surgery room. Everyone was quiet. Zac and Dylan had each settled down by Faith's side. There was some serious tension between the two of them and Faith could no longer stand it.
"Are you guys all right?"
Both of them kept quiet until Zac broke the silence. "Yes, angel, don't worry about us. You tired? It will take some time before your dad comes out. You want me to send you home so you can take a bath or rest for a while?"
Something was obviously wrong, and Zac didn't seem eager to settle it. Not wanting to harp on an issue that he was so adamantly avoiding, she let it slide. "I'm staying."
"My dear, maybe you should go home, take a bath, and get some rest. You have been up since last night. It won't help if you collapse from fatigue," her grandmother voiced.
"Yes dear, go home and rest. The important thing is for you to be there when your father wakes up," Her mother added.
Faith did need rest. She had to put in a real effort to absorb what they were saying. She closed her eyes and nodded. "All right, but call me once there's any news."
The ladies agreed. "Boys, both of you have been up all night too. We can't have her guardian angels falling sick either. Go home and get some sleep."
The two guys stood up along with Faith. Dylan had spotted Faith's SUV in the car park at the Preston's office building, and he knew Zac had to drive her back to get his car so he didn't ask if Faith needed a ride.
Dylan walked alongside Jessica, and waited for Zac to put Faith into the car and shut the door before he spoke. "I need to talk to you. I'll wait for you at your house."
Dylan stalked away, and Zac shook his head. He was tired, and even though he wouldn't admit it or even show signs of it in front of Faith. Sighing, he knew it was unavoidable. Walking over to the other side of the monster SUV, he opened the door and got in.
Faith was so tired, she could barely keep her eyes open. Dylan seemed to have said something to Zac that brought about a sigh, but she didn't ask, and she was asleep before Zac got into the car.
Jessica trailed behind Dylan, wondering if she should be angry with herself or Dylan.
"They love each other, you know that, right? I don't know if they are clueless, obstinate, or simply fearful to rock what they currently have, but they are more than just friends."
Dylan remained silent as he pulled out of the lot, but Jessica could see his taunt jaws and his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel as if he was trying to suffocate it.
"I know you feel something for her," Jessica spoke the next words softly, "Perhaps it's time to let go." She reached her hand over and touched his hand softly. Again, her words were met with silence. Then knowing that nothing she said or did would matter, she pulled back her hand and leaned her head back against the headrest.
Perhaps Jessica, it's time for you to let go. Jessica fought the tears as she conversed within herself, turning her head to look out the window. Not that he would notice if you actually cried.
Of all the people, she had to fall in love with someone who merely saw her as the best friend of someone he loved.
Throughout college, they had spent time together, along with Faith and Zac. She fell in love with how determined a person he was. When he started work in his father's company, he had plans, and no matter how gloomy the situation looked, he stuck to his plans and never looked back.
During those times when he met with failure, he was without a doubt frustrated, but he never gave up. He would sit and look carefully at where he had gone wrong and then make sure he never repeated it.
Whenever Dylan was upset, he would turn to her. They spent hours talking, sometimes into the morning about anything and everything. Perhaps it was because he didn't want Faith to see the weak side of him that he turned to Jessica, but through the talks, Jessica fell in love with him.
She knew how Dylan felt about Faith but knew for sure that Faith only saw him as a friend and brother. She also knew that Dylan had dated a couple of other women on and off, so she thought that when Dylan finally saw how much Zac and Faith were in love with each other, he would let her go and see Jessica as the one for him.
It was an exhausting and draining wait. Maybe it's time to move on.
After a few tense minutes, Dylan finally spoke. "I'll drop you off before heading home."
When they got back home, Zac looked at Faith, asleep beside him. She had barely stirred even when the horns of another car had blared at Zac for not reacting the second the light turned green. His reaction could have been slow, but he had been awake for over thirty hours.
Still, Zac wasn't angry; he was just worried that the driver would wake Faith up. She was normally such a light sleeper.
If only he could just sit and watch her sleep, but he knew that she would be more comfortable in her bed. He reached his hand over and brushed her hair gently, not wanting to startle her. She stirred and woke up.
"Mmmm..." she moaned softly.
He loved that sound she made. "You're home, angel."
Faith rubbed her eyes, adjusting her eyes to the porch light that George had switched on. Glancing at the clock, Kate realized it was nearing seven. She really needed sleep. "Thanks, Zac."
Zac got out and went over to the passenger's side to open the door. He offered her his hand while she got out. She took it, but still looked wobbly as she hopped down from her monster SUV.
"You really shouldn't get such a big car."
"I hope people will leave my lousy driving skills alone when they see how my car could easily run over theirs."
They laughed. Faith was clearly tired, and even laughing seemed like a tedious task for her. He took her hand and hooked it on his arm so that she could lean on him as they walked to the door. George had opened the door but disappeared into the kitchen and left them alone.
At the door, Zac pulled his hands through Faith's hair and kissed her forehead. "Do you want me to get you something to eat?"
Faith shook her head and yawned softly again. "No, I just really want to sleep."
Zac laughed again. "Then, rest well, angel."
He turned to leave, knowing he had to face Dylan anyway.
"Zac," she spoke in a soft voice, almost shaking.
"Yes?" Zac turned back to face her.
"I know you've been with me since last night, and you need rest and all." She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.
"Faith, what's wrong? Don't feel bad about it. I'm glad that I was there for you. Don't worry."
She took in a deep breath and spoke, "Would you stay then? Tonight? I don't want to be alone, in case my mother calls from the hospital."
Silly. Zac was more than happy to do that, but there was a problem-Dylan. Dylan would fly off the handle if he didn't go and meet him. Zac wanted so much to stay with her that he actually contemplated the consequences of not meeting Dylan and ran through a series of plausible excuses he could give.
He sighed softly, it was fun to muse with the idea, but confrontation was bound to happen. It was better to settle it out of Faith's sight than risk Dylan coming over and erupting in front of her.
"Faith, I want to stay with you, but---"
Before Zac could finish his sentence, Faith smiled and shook her head. "I understand, I shouldn't have asked. Sorry, go home and rest." She turned slightly; ready to go.
Zac frowned. He reached his hand over and grabbed her arm gently. "Faith, let me finish. I am glad you asked and I'll stay, but I need to go home to bathe and change my clothes. Then I'll be right back. Don't wait for me, I promise I'll be here when you wake up. All right?"
"Are you sure?" Faith bit her lower lip again.
Zac let out a deliberate sigh of frustration. "Faith, my dear angel, I've told you countless times that I would drop anything for you. You need to start getting that into your head," he nudged her forehead gently with his index finger.
"Now, go bathe and sleep. I'll be back soon." He pulled her in and gave her a quick peck on her cheek. "Go to sleep, silly. Sweet dreams."
Zac pulled out from the driveway and sped down the roads, rushing to get home so that he could settle the Dylan issue and get back to Faith.
He immersed himself in the events of the day, thinking about the almost-kiss he had with Faith. Just thinking about being so close to her was getting his adrenaline pumping. Having spent most of the day with her, he could still smell her lingering scent around him.
She seemed to have completely forgotten about the unhappiness on the way to work. She had asked him to stay overnight. He knew she would prepare a guest room for him, not like there would be anything happening, but it did prove that she wanted him to be with her.
He couldn't help but wonder if she would have asked Dylan to stay.
He put his car into park and walked into his house. The lights were switched on, and Dylan's car was already parked there. Zac had made sure he parked a little further away from Dylan, just in case Dylan left in a fit and decided to total his car on the way out.
"Hello Dylan."
Dylan looked at Zac, but kept quiet.
"Are you sleeping with your eyes open?"
"What are you trying to pull, Zac? Faith is not one of those girls whom you can sleep with and forget."
Anger rose in Zac, "I would never treat her that way. She's more important to me than you'll ever know. I've given you plenty of chances, but nothing has happened, so why can't I take my chance now?" Zac continued.
Dylan's mouth fell open. His jaws tightened, and he clenched his fist.
Before Dylan could regain his composure, Zac continued. "And don't go on about what you've done for me. I know you were a great help to me, and I promise that I will be there to watch your back if you ever need help, but I can no longer help you with Faith."
"You can't make her happy! You'll just get sick of her and forget her like how you treat the other girls. Like Nicole Smith, you'll have your fun and then dump her. You, Zac Hayden, are just a playboy who doesn't care about anyone but yourself!" Dylan spat out his words and got to his feet, one of his fists was still clenched by his side while another had his finger pointed at Zac.
Zac could see that things were going to turn ugly, but he wasn't walking away, now that there was a chance that he could be with Faith, he wasn't giving up. However, he did have to fight to keep his urge of snapping Dylan's finger becoming a reality. He took in a deep breath and stuck his hands into his pockets.
"I care a great deal about Faith. There is no comparison to anyone else. Last night, when I saw you hugging her..." The scene of Faith in his arms flooded his mind. The mere thought of losing Faith to someone else caused his chest to tighten.
"I'm not saying that you can't continue to pursue her. I'm saying that I'm not going to stand back and watch you do it."
When Dylan remained silent, Zac continued, "Faith has feelings, let her choose. If she chooses you, I'll walk away and let you two be happy. Can't you do that for me too?"
Dylan stalked out of the house without saying another word. Zac knew that Dylan was infuriated; his eyes burned with anger, and his fists had curled so tight that his knuckles were white. He slammed the door behind him while Zac stood and listened as his car screeched away.
"Sir, is everything all right?" Margaret hurried in when she heard the door slam.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm going to bathe and go back to Faith's house. I won't be back tonight." Zac turned and walked up the stairs. The worst seemed to be over. Hopefully, Dylan would think through what he had said and handle this whole issue like an adult.
As for him, he was going to take a bath, freshen up, and get back to Faith.
When George opened the door to let Zac in, he placed his finger over his lips and gestured over to the couch where Faith laid asleep. Faith had bathed and changed into her pajamas of a tank top and a pair of long pants. Her still wet hair was cascading down the side of her face and neck as she lay curled up on the couch.
"Why is she not in bed?" Zac whispered, afraid to wake Faith.
"I think she was waiting for you," George smiled as he whispered back in return. "The guest room is ready for you. Do you need anything?"
"Bring the pillow and blanket over to her room's couch. I will sleep there tonight."
George nodded and left to shift the things.
"Faith?" Zac whispered softly, not wanting to jolt her awake.
"Zac? Sorry, I fell asleep." She brushed the hair from her face and shifted on the couch, trying to sit up.
Zac put his hand on her shoulders. "Go back to sleep angel."
Then, he scooped her up from her couch and carried her to her bed. Faith didn't struggle; she snuggled into him and dug her hands into his chest, clenching his shirt. He smiled blissfully to himself. Her simple trust in him warmed his heart. At that moment, he knew that despite his fear of bad love-genes, he would be selfish enough to keep her, and never let her go. Not unless she chose to do so.
He opened the door to her room and walked in, using only the light from the hallway to maneuver himself. He knew that if he switched on the lights, he would wake Faith.
Putting her into bed, he covered her with the blanket. He couldn't help but bend down and smell her hair before giving her a light peck on her forehead. "Sleep well, my angel," he whispered and kissed her forehead again.
Strutting back to close the door, Zac stood still for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the dark. Using the dim light provided by the rays of the moon, he started moving toward the couch. He was familiar with the layout of the room, but never had the need to walk in such darkness. Fortunately, for him, the room was simply designed and Faith wasn't one who liked clutter.
Without much effort, he found the couch and settled onto it. He folded his arms behind his head while his feet dangled over the edge of the couch. Peering into the darkness, the corner of his lips turned up as his mind toyed with the idea of waking up to her every day. Smiling, he drifted off to sleep.
"Morning sleepyhead," Faith tapped Zac's nose and laughed gently.
"Mmmm..." Zac took in a deep breath. The scent of lavender and a hint of peppermint flooded his nostrils. "Why do you always smell so good?"
Faith sniggered.
"It's nice to wake up to your face."
"You can put my picture on your ceiling. That way, you will see me when you open your eyes."
Zac narrowed his eyes and looked at her. She seemed to be in a joyous mood. Some good news must have arrived while he was sleeping. Seeing her jovial mood, he couldn't help, but tease her.
"Hmmm...I have better ideas to achieving my goals."
Faith chuckled.
"Someone is in a really good mood." Zac sat up and stretched his neck.
Faith sat down beside him and kneaded the muscles on his shoulders. "Why didn't you sleep in the guest room George prepared? It must have been awful to sleep on the couch."
Zac closed his eyes and felt her nimble hands across his shoulders. She seemed to be putting in real effort, but with the muscles on his back, he barely felt the strength. It didn't matter though; he appreciated the effort and he wasn't going to tell her not to waste her strength.
His hands reached up to hers and pulled them over his shoulders. "I was afraid that you might wake up in the middle of the night, and I wanted to make sure that I would be near if you needed anything."
Then, without any warning, he tugged her hands forward, pulling Faith onto his back. He stood up with Faith hanging behind him, and he swirled Faith around.
"Stop! It's making me dizzy!"
Zac laughed and put her back down onto the floor. She slapped him on the arm while gasping and trying to stabilize herself. Usually, she didn't appreciate such childish antics, but Zac knew she was in a good mood and would laugh it off.
She did laugh, but as she did, she swayed dangerously and seemed ready to topple over at any time. Zac stretched out his hands and held her arms, making sure she didn't fall onto the floor.
"And yes, my mum left a message. My dad is out of the operating theater, and the surgery was a success. Breakfast is ready. George has ironed your suit, and it is hanging in the bathroom." She shook her head and took in a deep breath. Then she slapped him gently on his arm again.
"Childish!" she chided, but smiled before turning to walk out, letting Zac know that she wasn't truly angry.
Just as Zac got out from the bathroom, he heard the doorbell ring. He knew it was probably Dylan, and he cringed. Dylan wouldn't be too happy to see him going down the stairs with his hair wet. Then again, he would like to let the whole world know that Faith was his and to keep away.
Shrugging his shoulders, he took the shirt hanging in the bathroom, walked down the stairs, and moved toward the kitchen. He had buttoned up his shirt as he walked past the flowers that Dylan brought. He gave himself a wry smile as he realized that Dylan wasn't giving Faith up without a fight either.
Entering the kitchen, he caught Dylan's eye while walking over to Faith and planted a kiss on her forehead, showing Dylan that he was serious about what he had told him last night. Faith looked up at him and caught the look between Zac and Dylan. She narrowed her eyes and observed Zac's face. The way she always had when she suspected something.
"I didn't hear the doorbell ring," Dylan stated with a tone of accusation.
"Oh, umm, he sort of stayed the night," Faith said. Seeing that the buttons of Zac's sleeves were still undone, Faith casually took Zac's hand and buttoned up the remaining buttons around his wrist.
Dylan took in a deep breath, loud enough for both Faith and Zac to hear. The comment of Zac staying over was definitely not well received, and the seemingly casual action of Faith buttoning up his sleeves was making it worse.
Zac didn't want Dylan's rage to erupt into a quarrel in front of Faith, so he immediately continued. "On the couch in her room." He could have left out the in her room part, but the competitive side of his wanted to see Dylan squirm.
Ignoring Zac, Dylan turned to Faith who had just turned back to her food. "I'll drive you to the hospital, and then drop you off at work."
Faith didn't know what to do; she turned to Zac to see his reaction.
"Go ahead. I have some errands to run. Take a pair of comfortable flats; you should head down to the sites to see how things are going. I'll call Chelsea to get the project managers to meet us at the site after lunch."
Though the Hayden Empire never ventured into resorts or hotels, he had experience with all the apartments and buildings the company built so Faith went along with what he said.
Looking at his watch, he continued. "I'll see you in about...two hours?"
"Sure. See you later."
"Tell your dad I said hi and try not to miss me too much." Zac winked and walked out of the kitchen.
Faith smiled and went back to her food. She thought she heard Dylan sigh, but she didn't look up. She always knew Dylan had some feelings for her, but since she could never return the feelings, she chose to be a coward.
As long as she pretended not to know anything about Dylan's crush, the three of them could remain great friends.
However, somewhere deep down, she knew it wouldn't work out that way. Something was wrong with Dylan and Zac; both of them had been acting so strangely that she couldn't help but think that Dylan was going to make her face up to the feelings that he had.
After the short visit to her father, Dylan drove her to work. Dark clouds had been gathering in strength since breakfast and a low rumble of a distant thunder could be heard. The gloomy weather should have been an obvious hint of how her day would go down.
The silence in the car was awkward. Faith could sense that Dylan was working up the courage to say something while she prayed that the courage would never come.
Don't be so self-obsessed. It probably has nothing to do with you. Faith chanted that over and over in her head, telling herself that whatever Dylan was about to say, it had nothing to do with her.
"Faith?"
"Yes?" Faith said, keeping her face away from him and biting her lower lips. Oh God, please don't let it have anything to do with me.
Dylan pulled the car over by the side of the road and took her hand. Faith cringed, and she let out a silent sigh. There was no other choice but to look at him.
"You know how much I care about you, right?"
Faith swallowed a gulp. This was leading to exactly where Faith was hoping to avoid. "Yes, and you are one of my best friends. I care a lot about you too."
Faith hoped Dylan got the hint from the, you-are-one-of-my-best-friends statement, and not pursue this any further. The best defense was a good offense.
"I know you just think of us as friends, but it's not good enough for me. I want us to be more than friends, I want ---"
"Please stop." Faith shut her eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath. She had to let him know, once and for all, that she would never love him more than a friend. She would have gladly evaded the situation for the rest of her life, but with the scenario before her, it was necessary to sort things out. She took out her hand from his and placed them on her knees.
"I enjoy being with you. You are a great friend. A great friend that I'm very blessed to have, but..."
"But I'm just a friend. Nothing more." Dylan's voice was ice cold.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Looking around, Faith knew that she was a few blocks away from the Preston's office building. "I can walk from here. I'm sure the rain won't be coming in anytime soon. Thanks for driving me."
Pulling the handle, the door popped opened slightly. A tiny part of her had hoped that Dylan would stop her, so that she wouldn't have to walk in the open toward the office.
She had no problem with walking, but she didn't dare imagine what would happen if the mob of reporters spotted her. The walk from the day before replayed in her head, she wouldn't be able to handle the situation if the reporters spotted her from afar; there was no way she would be able to walk the long distance without Zac beside her.
However, the only response that Dylan gave was silence; so Faith knew that she was on her own. She pursed her lips, giving Dylan a thin-lipped smile.
"Bye Dylan, drive safe." With her tote bag, shoe bag, and jacket all in one hand, she reached over and pushed open the door. The moment she was completely out, Dylan's car sped off down the road.
Her hands reached into her handbag without her command. With the phone in her hand, she opened her list of favorite contacts. Zac's name appeared right on top of the list. Her fingers hovered over her touch-screen phone.
Faith bit her lip as she debated if she should call Zac. She didn't want to pull Zac from whatever important errand he had to run, and she didn't want him to think that she couldn't handle anything on her own.
With another heavy sigh, Faith stuffed her phone back into her bag. Just as she slipped her phone into the bag, she felt a drop of rain on her cheek. Seriously?
How could such a good morning be going downhill in such a short amount of time?
Faith took in a deep breath and braced herself. She hastened her steps, in aim of escaping the imminent rain but her feet weren't fast enough. Within a few steps, the droplets of rain got heavier and soon, they were pouring down on her, soaking through her clothes.
The heavy downpour was making it difficult to keep her eyes opened. She placed her hand over her forehead, shielding her eyes from the splattering rain and started running toward the building. Thankfully, the reporters didn't expect a Preston to arrive at the office on foot. As Faith drew closer to the building's full glass panel doors, hope grew in her, and she thought she might be able to get away without any reporters noticing her. Then, a shrill voice rose above the murmurs from the crowd and in an instant, all her hopes vanished.
"Miss Preston!"
Immediately, the reporters honed in like heat-seeking missiles. She raised her opened palm up to her face to keep the flashes from blinding her.
Just keep your feet moving. Zac's instructions rang in her mind.
New questions rained on her.
"Miss Preston, will you be permanently taking over the company?"
"Miss Preston, rumors have it that the Hayden company will be merging with the Preston's is that true?"
"Miss Preston, are you dating Zac Hayden? Is that why he's helping you?"
Faith shut her eyes and kept moving, but it wasn't a wise move. She should have kept her eyes wide open and watched her surroundings. Out of nowhere, a recorder was pushed right in front of her, clipping her lips.
"Ouch!" The sudden pain jerked her to a stop. The momentum of the crowd of reporters crashed in on her without any mercy, jostling her. "Stop!" she screamed, but her voice was drowned out by the questions the reporters kept repeating and bellowing in her face. She started moving again and tried to hasten her steps, only to have her feet caught in who-knows-what, resulting in her landing her feet wrong.
Before she knew it, she was falling to the ground and instinctively, her hands reached out to break the fall. The throng of people surrounding her did nothing to break her fall. Instead of reaching out their hands to help, everyone took a step away.
The rough texture of the road grazed her palm and all the way up to her elbow before she heard a terrifying crack. Oh God, please don't let that be my ankle.
She looked around, but no one offered her a hand. Instead, they continued to jam cameras and recorders into her face. Faith tightened her jaw and held back her tears. Don't let them see you cry.
She was appalled by their behavior. She wriggled her ankle to make sure that it wasn't broken. Gathering her bags and jacket, she put her grazed palms on the floor, pushed herself off, and stood up. That was when she realized that it wasn't her ankle that had snapped, but her heels.
With the few shreds of dignity left, she kept her head high. Taking off the shoes and holding them in her already full hands, she strode forward with her chin up with an emotionless face. Scanning her security card, she slipped in and closed the door using her feet.
She closed her eyes and felt a tear roll down her eyes. She wiped it off on her shoulders, hit the button, and entered the lift.
When the door closed, all she wanted to do was drop everything she was holding and cry. No, she wasn't sad, neither was she frightened. She was angry and her tears ducts had a way of responding to anger. She took in a deep breath and though she saw her disheveled reflection in the lift's door, she didn't bother to brush the strands of wayward hair out of her face or try to dry her dripping wet hair.
The private lift would take her up straight to her father's office; and no one would see her, except for the two security guards and Chelsea. All of whom, she prayed for their own sake, knew when to keep their comments to themselves.
As Faith stalked out from the lift, the security guards briefly looked at each other before returning to pretend that they didn't notice anything while Chelsea let out a gasp.
"Oh my! Miss Preston!" Chelsea jumped from her seat.
Raising her index finger, Faith barked, "Don't ask. Don't ask me if I'm all right." Faith couldn't handle sympathy now. Any concern or sympathy would send her crying immediately. With that command, Chelsea immediately sat back down and glued her eyes to the computer screen.
Closing the office door behind her, Faith dropped everything she was holding and walked into the bathroom. Despite her greatest effort, tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks. Refusing to dwell further in what had happened; she took off her clothes and turned on the shower head. Stepping in, she allowed the water to run down her already wet hair and down her body.
As the warm water glided down her arms, she felt a stinging pain on both her arms. It was then that Faith realized both her arms had wounds up to her elbow. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, keeping her hands under the stream of water. The pain radiated from her wounds and burnt slightly, but she knew that it would go away soon enough.
As the pain faded, her mind went back to the memories of what had happened.
Turning, she let her face go under the stream of warm water. "Ugh."
The sudden pain on her lip made her cringed. She could taste the blood in her mouth, and her hand flew to her lip. Stupid paparazzi.
Grabbing the towel hanging neatly by the shower, she avoided her hands and toweled the rest of her dry. Checking her wounds, she knew that they were much too large for plasters. She pressed her towel against her wounds, putting some pressure on them. Again, the wounds burned under the towel. It didn't help when the fibers of the towel clung to the open wounds as she pulled it off.
When she was done, she wrapped the towel around her and stepped out of the shower.
Grabbing a face towel, she pressed it against her lip to stop the bleeding. After a few moments, she leaned nearer to the mirror to examine the wound. It was starting to swell, and she knew that it would be rather obvious even if she tried to cover it with lipstick.
Shaking her head, she gave up trying to think about how to conceal her wounds and turned her attention to something more important. Finding something to wear, something that wasn't dripping wet. Faith remembered that she had seen her father's clothes hanging in the wardrobe the day before. She opened the wardrobe, but it was empty except for a few hangers.
Faith smirked. Why am I not surprised?
She wasn't one who believed in conspiracy theories; but somehow, she couldn't help feeling that she had missed the memo on screw-Faith-over-day.
Taking a hanger, she hung up her wet clothes. Her hands reached toward the hair dryer, but she froze when she heard Zac's voice.
"Faith?"
No. He wasn't supposed to be here so early. Faith didn't want Zac to see her in such a state. She had nothing on, except the bath towel, and he would go crazy if he saw her wounds.
Panic rose in her and she braced her hands against the sink, forcing herself to take a few deep breaths and relax. Her brain never functioned well under stress.
"Faith? Are you all right? Chelsea said...What happened to your heels?"
Tears brimmed at her eyes again. Don't let Zac see you like this. He will be worried.
Forcing herself to swallow her tears, she cleared her throat to make sure that she wouldn't sound like she was hurt or had been crying. "I'm fine. Don't worry; just give me a few minutes."
"Faith, you're scaring me. Come out here and let me look at you," Zac's voice was thick with worry.
"A few minutes, Zac, please." Faith looked into the mirror. Her hair was still dripping with water. She glanced around the private bathroom, looking for something that might help to conceal her wounds or at least give her more coverage than the towel she had on, but there was nothing.
There really were only two choices left. She could either face Zac, or hide in the bathroom until she could arrange for George to bring her another set of clothes. The latter wasn't really viable, because she knew Zac well enough to know that he wouldn't hesitate to kick down the door to make sure she was all right.
Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile on her face and opened the door.
Zac was pacing outside the bathroom while Faith was inside. When Faith finally stepped out, he spun around. For a moment, he was shocked silent. He stood for a few moments, gaping, before blinking his eyes a few times and regaining his voice.
"Are you all right angel? Chelsea said you looked horrible when you walked in. Did the reporters hurt you? What happened to your clothes? And where the hell is Dylan?" With each question, his voice inched up a decibel.
When Zac neared, he saw that her lashes were wet and her eyes were slightly red. He lifted her chin gently and bent down toward her face. Faith squirmed and shifted her face away.
"Have you been crying?"
Faith smiled. "Nothing happened; I got caught in the rain and fell down outside the office. That's all."
"Where is Dylan?" Zac spoke through clenched teeth.
Faith shrugged. "He dropped me off a couple of blocks away and left."
"He left you to walk here in the rain and through the mob downstairs?"
He had tried to control his tone, but Faith knew that he was seething. Faith raised her hand and brushed it across Zac's cheek. His jaws were tightened from anger, and she didn't want him irate or worried. She sighed and spoke softly, "I am fine, really."
Faith spoke slowly and enunciated each and every word, hoping that the words would sink into him.
Still, Zac knew that she hadn't let out all that had happened. He shut his eyes, he wasn't going to let anger get the better of him; Faith's safety and feelings were his first priority. He opened his eyes and let out a deliberate and slow breath.
"Why didn't you call me to pick you up?"
Silence. Faith didn't know how to reply.
"You promised."
Faith could hear the anger in his words. "I know...I just thought..."
Zac nodded and looked away. He knew that Faith was waiting for his reaction, so he placed a forced smile on his face and took her hand. He squeezed it gently, hoping that his assuring touch could soothe her somehow. Little did he know that it was where the trail of her wounds began.
Instead of the relieve he sought, Faith winced in response.
Immediately, he frowned and flipped her palm over. Without her clothes, the bright red wounds were obvious against her fair skin. "Faith!" The word came out as a gasp as Zac turned her hands around in his, trying to avoid touching the wounds.
He frowned and looked at Faith, concern and worry was clearly written on his face. "How did you fall?"
"It's nothing." Faith snatched her hand back and turned away from Zac, keeping her arms in front of her. "Stop looking at it, it's ugly."
He placed his hands on her shoulder and turned her around, slowly and barely using any strength. He was treating her like a bubble, afraid that the slightest touch could hurt her.
He leaned in and Faith saw his eyes widened. "Your lips..."
Zac had forced himself not to push Faith for an answer and not make her day any worse than it already was, but when he saw the wound on her lips, he couldn't contain his anger. He needed to know who did that to her, and he was ready to pounce on whoever it was. He was going to make sure that the person would pay.
"What happened? Tell me the truth, Faith. Don't try to lighten it or brush me off with some excuse!" His command came so forcefully that Faith shrank away from him.
Her reaction brought instant remorse and he softened his tone, "Sorry, Faith, I didn't mean to shout at you. Just...just tell me what happened. Please."
Since he had already seen all the wounds, there was no point in hiding; it would only anger him further, so she told him what had happened.
Even though he didn't say a word and merely nodded while Faith spoke, she could see his jaws tightening and his grip on her shoulders grew stronger. He had no idea that he was hurting her until Faith squirmed slightly in his hands. Immediately, he released his grip and stood up straight, slotting his hands into his pockets.
Faith continued to recount the events as she walked toward the black leather chair behind her desk. She settled down, pulling at the edge of the towel as she felt its inadequate length.
Zac remained at the very spot he stood. His eyes were closed; his jaws were still snapped shut, and the muscles on his cheeks taut. Faith sat quietly in the chair, waiting for his anger to subside.
This is not the time to be angry; Faith is the first priority, and everything else can wait. He repeated the words in his head. When he felt that he was in control, he walked over and knelt down beside her chair again. Holding just her fingers and being careful not to touch her wounds, he raised her hand to his lips.
Kissing the back of her hand gently, he brushed his thumb softly on her lips, avoiding the wound. "I'm sorry I wasn't here. I should have brought you myself. I promise you that this will not happen again." And I will personally strangle Dylan...soon.
Standing up, Zac shrugged off his coat and threw it over to the couch. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt and handed it over to Faith, gesturing her to change into it.
"Are you going to walk around topless?"
"There is no way, I'm allowing you to walk out of here in that towel. Your fingers are ice cold, so put it on before you get sick. I'll call George to bring you a set of clothes. Until then, you can wear my shirt."
Faith nodded. She was freezing, and the towel was really just scanty.
Taking his shirt, she stood up and walked into the bathroom. When she stepped out, she had already folded the sleeve over her elbow, and the shirt covered almost to her mid-thighs.
Zac couldn't help but notice her long slim legs. She looked incredibly sexy and Zac had to use all his determination to fight the urge to go over, pick her up, and kiss her.
Faith moved over to the sofa and sat down beside Zac, completely unaware of the how Zac was looking at her.
"Are you all right? You must have been frightened." Zac brushed her still damped hair aside, smiling warmly.
"Yes, but more angry than afraid." Her lips pouted slightly before she tightened her jaws. Zac brushed her cheeks and Faith closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath.
"Are you hurt anywhere else? Let me take you to the doctor." Zac eyed her wounds, turning her hands in his carefully.
Faith chuckled. "No, it's just my arms, and they are not serious. The doctor will think I'm wasting his time."
Zac opened his mouth to protest, but Faith placed a finger on his lips. "I'm fine. Don't worry."
He wrapped his arm around Faith's shoulder and pulled her into his chest while making sure he did not touch her wounds. Her wet hair sent a shiver down Zac's chest. Faith sniggered and tried to get up, but Zac's arm refused to budge and he continued to hold her close.
"Fine, I won't take you to a doctor, but I've already told Chelsea to bring a first aid kit."
As if on cue, a soft knock came on the door and Chelsea stepped in with the first aid kit in her hand. She stood still by the door with her eyes on Zac. Faith knew that Chelsea was afraid of doing anything that might set her off.
Faith felt a twinge of guilt for snapping at Chelsea before. She placed a gentle smile on her face and looked at Chelsea, hoping that Chelsea would see her remorse, but she never glanced her way.
Zac had sat her up and strode over to take the kit from Chelsea's hand. "Thanks, that's all for now."
"I shouldn't have snapped at her just now. She seemed so afraid of me," Faith sighed as the door closed shut.
Zac laughed. "My angel, she'll be fine. I'm sure she's been through worse with your dad."
With that, Zac sat back down on the sofa and fussed over her wounds. Although, Faith had tried her best not to flinch or show any other signs of pain, every slight narrowing of her brows and shutting of her eyes were noticed by Zac.
Silently, Zac cursed Dylan as he applied the medication. It broke his heart to know that Faith was hurting, and it was worse when she kept quiet. He had rather she screamed, complained or whined.
His heart ached each time Faith tightened her jaw when the cotton swap touched the wound. Zac had tried to be as gentle as possible, but he knew pain was unavoidable. The only thing that kept him in the office and not out to confront Dylan was the fact that Faith needed him there. There was no way that he was going to leave Faith alone. His anger and Dylan's impending doom would have to wait.
"You know, you promised you'd call me whenever you needed something." There was no blame or anger in the sentence; he was simply reminding her.
"I know...I'm sorry."
"Promise me then, this won't happen again."
Faith gave him a small smile. Zac was always trusting and forgiving when it came to her. "I promise. This won't happen again, and I will call you whenever I need anything."
When he was done, he set the box aside on the coffee table and pulled Faith close again. "Close your eyes and get some rest. You had a horrible morning."
Faith nodded. She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat, letting the rhythm calm her, taking away all the unhappiness of that morning.
Zac leaned in and brushed his lips against Faith's head. "I will be right here."
The sudden series of knock on the door made Faith jump. Zac chuckled at her reaction. "I'm sure it's just Chelsea."
Refusing to move from where she was comfortably settled, she spoke in a louder tone, "Come in."
The door flew open, and the steady clip-clop of heels followed as Jessica came trotting in. "You all right?"
Faith smiled and sat up. "Yes, I'm fine."
"I was told to check up on you, but I guess you'll be all right as long as Zac's here."
Faith frowned at how disgruntled Jessica was. "Are you all right?"
Jessica raised her brow in question, wondering why Faith had asked her that. "Yes, I'm fine, I suppose."
"Tell him that she's fine, no thanks to him," Zac snapped, irritated that Dylan had the gall to leave her and then send a messenger to check on her.
Faith gently rubbed her palm against the length of his arm, trying to sooth Zac's anger. "I'm fine, Jess, thanks."
Jessica spun around and headed toward the door, but she halted midway. "You told him? You told him that he was just a friend to you?" Even as she spoke, Jessica kept her eyes at the door.
"Yes, Jess. We'll always be just friends."
Nodding, she left without another word.
"Gosh, I was so blind...she's in love with him," Faith said as the door closed behind Jessica. "I know they hang out together from time to time, but I didn't realize that she was in love with him. Why didn't she tell me?"
"Cos' Dylan thinks he loves you. And I guess there are things that everyone finds difficult to talk about to anyone."
Faith leaned back onto Zac's chest. "And you shouldn't vent your anger on Jess, I'm sure she's not happy about the situation either."
In an hour, George came and dropped off her clothes. Faith knew that George saw her wounds and wanted to ask what happened, but Zac had shook his head slightly, indicating to George to let the matter drop. Quietly, George handed the bag of clothes over to Zac and left, knowing that Zac would take care of Faith.
"Here you go." Faith handed Zac his shirt.
Taking it, he stuck his hands in and buttoned up his shirt. Again, Faith helped him button up the sleeves. "I like for you to do that."
Faith looked up from his hand. "Do what? This?" She lifted his hand as she spoke.
"Yes. Can you do that for me every day?"
She laughed at his asinine question. "Did you catch a cold while I had your shirt?"
Lunch went by in a breeze. Zac had ordered take out and they had lunch in the office, with Zac looking through some information, and explaining to Faith all that she didn't understand, and telling her the things that she needed to inform the different departments to handle.
After settling the work, they left for one of the sites of the current project. The project manager showed her the place and introduced the foreman at the construction site. Zac explained all the important things, which she had to take note of, and suggested that Faith take photos on her phone.
When they were finally done, Zac tried dissuading Faith from visiting her father with her wounds, but Faith insisted she was fine. She insisted that she would simply slip on her coat and her family would never find out. Not wanting to debate with her after having such a horrible morning, he agreed.
At the hospital, he had hovered over her, hoping that her mother or grandmother wouldn't hug her too tightly or grab her hands. The ladies looked at Zac as if he was on drugs, but they didn't pry. Since Zac's erratic behavior had their attention, no one else noticed the wounds on her lips or palms.
Thankfully, Faith made the visit a short one before they left and headed home. She spent nearly the next hour on the phone where basically, Faith passed on the instructions that Zac had told her.
Zac sat beside her on the couch and played with her hair while she spoke on the phone. Playing with her hair and plotting revenge. He couldn't help but get angry each time he thought about Dylan's despicable behavior.
"What are you dreaming of?"
"You."
"That's a quick reaction, but don't treat me like one of your girls." Her face turned serious as she spoke.
"Faith, you are more important to me than you know."
Smiling, he stood up. "Give me a minute."
Zac walked out of the house and went to his car; retrieving a DVD he had bought earlier that morning, and returned to Faith's side.
"I would never do this for another girl."
"Do what?" Faith asked, curious.
Zac waved the DVD before her.
"Wouldn't buy a DVD?"
"No," Zac rolled his eyes. "Look carefully."
Pride and Prejudice. "How did you know I lost it?"
"I paid attention. I've always paid attention to you. You mentioned it in passing the other day." Zac gave a cocky smile. "I know you've watched it like a million times, but I also know that you can watch it a trillion times without getting bored of it. So, I went out to get the DVD this morning for us to watch tonight."
Faith was really touched. She loved the book, the story, and the movie. It was true that she could watch it a trillion times and still want to watch it again.
Zac watched her face lit up. He knew she would love his gift.
"But...we're not going to watch this until you let me put some medication on your wounds and some food in your stomach."
"I wouldn't say no to dinner, but as for my wounds, the blood has dried and you have already put some medication on it this morning. It's pointless to put any more medication on it."
"Those are my conditions, take it, or leave it."
Faith rolled her eyes. "Fine."
Zac informed George to prepare dinner and went for the first aid kit. He had been to her house so many times that he knew it like the back of his hands.
Faith had kept still while Zac applied the medication. He was being as gentle as possible, making sure that he didn't hurt her. Seeing the wounds again made him want to kick himself. He shouldn't have allowed Dylan to drive her. He should have gone with her and made sure that she went in safe.
He put the medicine aside and slammed the first aid kit harder than necessary.
Faith noticed his silent frustration. "I am fine, Zac. It's not even painful anymore."
"I'm still sorry I wasn't there to protect you. From now on, you're not going to the office or hospital without me. Luckily, you live in a gated community. Otherwise, I'm going to hire you bodyguards."
Faith chuckled. "You're being ludicrous."
"I'm not. It just breaks my heart to see you injured and then to imagine what you must have gone through." His jaw tightened again and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
Faith took his hand. "Don't worry silly, it was nothing. I'm perfectly fine."
The urge to pull her toward him and kiss her was brewing strong within him but she seemed to have the notion that he was treating her like some of the other girls he had dated in the past. He was going to set her straight about it before he did any kissing.
Standing up, Zac pulled her up and went to the kitchen for their dinner.
Throughout dinner and the movie, Zac had kept his eyes on her, watching her for any signs that she would break down and start crying over the whole situation, but she seemed perfectly at ease. She laughed and smiled, behaving as though the events earlier that morning hadn't happened.
When he had found her in the morning, her eyes were red and her face flushed. She had obviously cried, but she hadn't gotten all upset about it. Instead, she had picked herself up and had let the matter go.
Zac had always known that she didn't behave like any other girls, that she was special. However, he wasn't sure, if she was completely fine or if she was just pretending to be, so nobody would worry about her. She had the tendency to keep all her problems to herself to make sure that nobody would worry.
"What?" Faith raised her brow and looked at Zac
"What, what?"
"You have been staring at me all night, as though you're waiting for me to have a nervous breakdown." Faith was serious. There wasn't a single hint of laughter, and she had never been one who could keep a straight face if she didn't mean it.
"I'm worried. I know you're strong, but I still worry." Zac looked into Faith eyes and replied as sincerely and seriously as he could. He knew that if he didn't do it right, Faith would probably leap into a long speech about how Zac was being overly protective and how she had always been able to take care of herself.
Faith shook her head slightly and laughed softly. Her soft laughter warmed his heart. He smiled back at her, wishing she could feel the happiness that swelled within him just from hearing her laughter.
Faith's soft hands on his cheek distracted him from his thoughts. "Can we go watch the movie now?"
Looking down at her empty plate, he rose and stretched out his hand toward her.
Faith had watched the movie so many times that she had lost count, but she still loved it. She loved the story between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Zac had seen her read the book and watch the movie over and over again. She had brought up in passing over dinner last week how she couldn't find her Pride and Prejudice DVD. She didn't actually mouth the words 'I'm so upset over it', but Zac saw the small pout in her mouth and the sigh she had made. He knew how she truly loved it, and since Dylan had made it clear that he wanted to drive Faith to work, he took the opportunity to go buy her the DVD.
He looked at Faith in his arm and settled comfortably on the sofa. Faith watched the movie as though it was the first time she had seen it.
Zac leaned in and smelled her hair again as she shifted in his arms. Brushing his fingers on down the side of her arm, he noticed how cold her arm was. Kissing her head, he whispered into her ears, "I'll be right back."
Standing up, Zac walked into the kitchen to find George. As well as he knew the house, George had insisted on packing the basic sheets and all on his own, so he had no idea where to get a blanket. However, Zac knew that George was probably in his room.
"Hi George."
George put down his book and stood up immediately. "Hi Mr. Hayden, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you call for me from the living room. Is there anything you need?"
"Don't worry George, I didn't call for you, I just wanted to get Faith a blanket, but I didn't know where to get it." Zac smiled sheepishly.
"Oh, I can get it for you sir." George was about to walk out when Zac stopped him.
"Just tell me where it is, I'll get it."
George nodded and told Zac where he could get the blanket before getting back to his book. Zac had thanked him and was walking out when George spoke.
"Mr. Hayden, I know I'm stepping over my duties, but I need to say this. Please do not break Miss Preston's heart. If you are going to treat her like those girls who gloss the gossip pages with you, then I won't allow it."
Zac was taken aback by what George had said, but he was definitely not treating Faith like one of those girls. "I love her George, I'll never hurt her. I really love her."
Zac was shocked at what he had said, not over the fact that he had announced his love for Faith, but at how easy it was and how right it felt.
His confessions of love seemed to have startled George as well. George stared intently at Zac, trying to detect any lies. Faith had the exact look when she did the same thing; no doubt, she got it from George.
After a few moments, George finally continued, "I'm glad to hear that." With that, George smiled and returned to his book.
When he got the blanket, he walked back into the living room and draped it over Faith's shoulders.
"Thanks." Faith smiled and pulled the ends of the blanket tighter around her. Zac sat back down on his seat, put his arms around Faith, and watched the movie with her, though for him, he was mainly watching Faith.
After the movie, they allowed the credits to run while they chatted. Faith leaned on him and closed her eyes. She had a terrible morning, but having Zac beside her the whole day made everything all right. Zac had stayed beside her, helping her to do everything and just watching her to make sure that nothing upset her further.
Faith had always hated it when others thought of her as weak and needing protection, but she must admit she enjoyed having her knight in shining armor beside her.
She lay on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. She knew that Zac had been watching her all day, worried that the morning's event might finally catch on and she might have a break down. Perhaps she would have if Zac wasn't around, but he was. He was right there with her and it was easy just to let everything that went wrong in the morning slip out of her mind.
As she listened to the steady thump of his heart, his hand brushed her hair softly.
"Zac, can you do me a favor?" Faith spoke softly, still leaning in his chest.
"Anything, angel."
"Don't confront Dylan about what happened this morning. Let it go and just forget it."
Silence was her only answer. Faith waited a few more moments, but still, there was no response. She lifted her head from his chest and looked up. His eyes were closed and jaws clenched again. He must have been planning to confront Dylan the moment he could. He had always protected Faith and would have no qualms about burning any bridge to do so.
"Please?" Faith whispered. She really didn't want Zac to be angry; neither did she want to cause a rift in their friendship.
"You should take a bath and sleep early. You still need to get back to work tomorrow."
The luxury of lazing in bed until noon was no longer an option. She had never been lazy, but she did enjoy staying up late with a good book, and not having to worry about being late for anything in the morning.
"Don't change the topic." Faith sat up straight and looked right at Zac. "Promise me."
Zac sighed and pulled Faith into his chest again. "Fine. I promise. I promise that I'll let it go this time."
Faith signed too, out of relieve rather than frustration. "You should get back too. I'm sure you didn't sleep well on the couch."
"I'm staying tonight."
"I'm fine, Zac." Faith had no problem with Zac staying over, but she really didn't want him to do it out of obligation from what had happened in the morning. She was feeling fine.
"I know you're fine. I know you can take care of yourself, but just let me stay for my own sanity. Let me stay, so I don't spend the whole night tossing and turning, wondering if you are all right."
Zac always knew how to make Faith smile. "Fine, but you're going to sleep in the guest room and not on the couch. I want you to sleep well."
Zac agreed and nodded.
"Go bathe and sleep. I need to go home and get my clothes. Don't wait for me like last night. Just go straight to bed." With that, he kissed her on her forehead and helped her up.
"I can go back with you, that way; you'll have someone to accompany you on the drive."
"Don't be silly, I'm fine and you need your rest. And...I promise I won't look for Dylan, not tonight." Zac put his hands on Faith's shoulder, spun her around and pushed her gently to the direction of the stairs.
Faith tried to turn around and protest, but Zac kept his hands firm on her shoulders, and continued, "Go bathe and rest."
She looked over her shoulders and seeing the look on Zac's face, knew that no amount of debate was going to get anywhere. Sighing, she pouted her lips and gave Zac a quick hug. "Drive safe."
He stood where he was, and watched her walk up the stairs before heading to his car.
When Faith settled into bed, she accidentally brushed her arm across her sheets, causing sharp pains to shoot up her arm. She shifted her weight and sat upright, checking her wounds. The slight friction had caused some bleeding again. She leaned back onto her pillow and put her arms gently beside her. She reasoned that the blood would clot by itself and went back to listening for any sign of Zac coming back.
She knew that if she hadn't made him promise, he would probably go over to Dylan's after leaving her house. She knew that Dylan was upset too, and she really didn't want Zac to go and slap the rejection in his face.
Thinking about Dylan made her feel guilty. She really didn't want to reject Dylan and upset him, but she only loved him as a friend, a brother.
Not wanting to dwell in her guilt, she brought her mind back to Zac. He had looked perfect when he stood there, half-naked in her office. She closed her eyes, remembering the scent of his cologne that swarmed over her when she put on his shirt.
She knew that she should have been consumed with anger over the behavior of the paparazzi, but the image of Zac, standing half-naked in what was now her office was strong enough to drive out all other thoughts.
Turning to her side, she saw the Pride and Prejudice DVD, which she had left on her desk. Zac was really sweet to her, and he had always paid attention to her. It was a small gesture, but it showed just how well he knew her, knowing the things she liked and disliked.
He had always bought her little gifts, things that he thought she would like while he was on a business trip or even when walking past a shop on the way to meet a client.
He had always done those things for her, but since the night at the hospital, something had changed. Before, no matter how close they were, Faith could feel the invisible boundary that Zac seemed to have placed between them. Whenever they had a tender moment, Zac would just disconnect himself and walk away. Nevertheless, for the past few days, he had stayed with her and they had almost kissed.
Could he really be ready to move forward and stop being just friends?
Though Faith knew that Zac would never hurt her, she couldn't help but doubt. Was he just pitying her? After all, the women who have been on his arms were either models or gorgeous heiresses who didn't do anything but spend their day making sure that they looked great.
Faith was plain. She had never felt that she looked ugly, but she was definitely unlike those gorgeous girls whom Zac was so used to. She didn't have the habit of slapping on thick make-up, or putting on layers of mascara or eye shadow.
Besides that, she was a really boring person. She loved staying home to read a good book or watch a movie rather than being out there, partying away.
Who would like a girl like her? Even if they got together, there was no way she would be able to hold his attention for long. None of the girls ever did.
Faith, you are more important to me than you know...Zac's voice resonated in her head.
She let out a long breath. There was no point in running through all the possibilities in her head; she wasn't going to get an answer. At least not that night. She popped the DVD into the player in her room and watched the movie that she had just finished watching less than an hour ago.
Jessica pulled up in front of Dylan's house, and she sat still for a few minutes, contemplating if she should go in to look for him. She could see the lights in the house, so she knew he was home, but she wasn't sure if she would be welcomed.
Since I have already driven all the way here...Jessica pushed open the door and took her time walking up to the door. She rang the doorbell and waited, telling herself that she would leave if he didn't answer it.
Dylan opened the door, wearing a casual t-shirt with a pair of faded jeans. He held up a beer can and grinned at Jessica. "Care to join me?"
Jessica stepped in and opened for herself a can of beer that was already sitting on the table. "Why not?"
They sat down, chatting about everything under the sun, but Faith. Dylan wasn't interested in bringing up the events that the day had unfolded, while Jessica was waiting for a right moment to broach the subject.
"So what are you truly here for, Jess? To talk about Faith?" Dylan asked when Jessica fell silent.
"No, I came to make sure that you're fine and to talk about you."
"I'm fine. I'm not giving up on Faith, I have been in love with her since I met her, and I will win her over. It's just a matter of time before Zac moves on to another woman."
Jessica shook her head. "I don't think that will happen, Dylan. I don't know about you, but it is obvious that the two of them love each other. They just need to figure that out. And when they do, Zac won't be moving on to the next woman."
"You don't know him," Dylan countered.
"Perhaps not as well as you, but I have eyes. I've seen how they interact...especially when you're not around," Jessica paused, wondering if she should continue.
Taking in a deep breath, she was determined to speak her mind once and for all. "I lived with her in college. When they are together, it is obvious to everyone that they are in love. When you're there, Zac steps back and toes the line, but whenever things go wrong for either of them, whenever they need someone, they find each other. I have seen how Zac drops everything and anything to be there for Faith, and I know Faith was there for him each time he needed her."
"Enough." Dylan didn't want to hear anymore. He knew all of this, and he knew that he would never be the first person Faith would turn to. He knew that Zac would give up his life for Faith, but it didn't matter, not to him.
"You're his best friend. Then you should know he was never serious with any of the woman he's been with. Just like you haven't been either. But with Faith, surely you can see the difference. Whenever they are in the same place, even if they are apart, their eyes are constantly on each other."
"They are friends, nothing more. If it does become something more, it will not last."
Jessica bit her inner cheeks. She wanted so much to lash out at him, to tell him to stop dreaming. "And I thought they were the stubborn ones."
Standing up, she walked away with a new understanding and strength. Understanding that the entanglement could only be solved by themselves. Until Zac and Faith could see their love together, until Dylan could acknowledge their love and let go, there would never be enough space in Dylan's heart for her.
"Goodbye Dylan."
It was nearly midnight when Zac got back to Faith's house. Mumbling a quick thanks to George for opening the door, he jogged up the stairs. Halfway up, he heard the familiar background noises and gave a lighthearted chuckle. They had just finished watching the movie before he left, and she had gone and watched it again right after.
He strode in, expecting to find her eyes glued to the television, but her eyes were closed and she looked so peaceful. He put down the duffle bag in his hands and walked into the room. Zac switched off the television and took out the disc, putting it back into the cover.
Then, he walked over to Faith and pulled the blanket over her. "Mmmm...Zac?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Mmmm..."
Zac knew she was already back to sleep and didn't want to disturb her. Kissing her forehead, Zac whispered into Faith's ears. "Goodnight, angel. I love you."
Walking out of her room, he closed the door quietly behind him.
Zac walked into the room down the hall from hers. Zac had been to her house countless times but had only stayed over a handful of times. Usually, when he had a problem with work and didn't want to think about it. Faith had always been his tranquilizer and strength. She exuded such calmness that it allowed Zac to relax whenever he was around her.
Her easy laughter always warmed his heart after a horrible day of work and her smiles always brought about one of his. Having her beside him made him feel as if he could conquer the world effortlessly, that nothing could stand in his way. Just thinking about these made Zac want to turn back to her room and hold her in his arms.
He smiled to himself as he opened the wardrobe and unpacked his clothes. He had brought over enough clothes to stay for the next few days. He figured that he might as well bring a few more sets so he didn't have to go back to his house each night to get a change of clothing.
Lying on the bed, his thoughts wondered to how Faith had looked in his shirt. She had looked incredibly sexy with the towel wrapped around her, but she was really hot when she wore his shirt. His shirt was way too big for her, covering her curves, but seeing her in his shirt was an absolute turn on.
Having already bathed at his house, he got into bed and closed his eyes. He had always loved Faith in his special way; her smiles were enough to encourage him even on his worst day, and her hugs had always melted away every unpleasant event in his life. For Dylan, he had been stepping aside and settling with just being friends, but he was ready for the change.
He truly wanted to have Faith to himself, and he wanted to let the whole world know that he wanted no one else but her.
When he saw her sleeping soundly, he had wanted so much to be beside her, scoop her into his arms and just hold her. The words "I love you" had flowed out of his mouth even before he thought about what he was about to say.
If it had been any other girl, he would have panicked and been worrying about how to brush the person off. Of course, he had never said those words to any of those girls. He had never been serious with any of those girls. Most of the time, he barely knew them.
More than half of the women who had been on the news with him were simply daughters of businessmen whom he had dealings with or some socialite whom he had to make some casual conversations with. The rest of the women had been with him for his money, and he had needed dates to go on events, which he had no choice but to show up at. Throughout it all, he had never been interested in anybody else but Faith.
Faith never asked him about the women in the news or magazines. She sometimes would give passing remarks about the women he had been with, but she never pried. It wasn't her style.
As he drifted off to sleep, he didn't know what he was exactly going to do, but one thing was for sure. He was going to let her know that there was no one else in the world that would matter more than she did.
"Mr. Miller says that she's just a rich spoiled brat, and without Mr. Hayden, she wouldn't be able to survive a day."
Both Zac and Faith stopped right outside the pantry.
"Each time Mr. Miller gets back from a meeting with Miss Preston, he would say how pathetically naive she is."
Faith had heard enough. She turned and was about to walk away when Zac grabbed her firmly on her arm. "You shouldn't be the one leaving."
"Zac..." Faith didn't want to make an ugly scene. She simply wanted to go back to her office and forget the whole thing.
Spinning her around, Zac took her hand and boldly stepped into the pantry, half dragging Faith in along with him. Instantly, all conversations ceased. All the employees blanched, and everyone who saw the fierce protectiveness on Zac's face was wise enough to scurry out of the room.
"Miller is right. The only reason I haven't turned this place upside down is thanks to you."
"Faith," the exasperation was clear in his voice. "Please don't tell me you believe the rubbish that Miller said. Yes, I did help. But for the past few days, you have been the one running the show."
Faith sighed. Zac was right. He had stopped giving her advice and was really pushing her to make her own decisions.
It was difficult and frightening for Faith to be in charge of the whole company. She knew there were many people who were counting on her decisions. The company had thousands of staffs, and if she were to mess things up, she wouldn't only have to answer to her father, but also to those whose paychecks she was signing.
Her father was getting better, but was still in no shape to go back to work. Her mother and grandmother had shifted her father back home with a private nurse to watch over him. Both of them had insisted that there was no other place more comfortable than at one's own home.
He had also given Faith the full reign in all office matters, although Faith would be more than happy to be a puppet and leave the decisions to her father. However, there was no easy way out. It was her decision. She was the boss now.
"Don't doubt yourself Faith. I never did."
"I am inexperienced. Sooner or later, I will make the wrong mistakes, and I will disappoint everyone."
Zac shook his head, and placing his finger under her chin, he lifted her face. "Nothing you do can ever disappoint me."
A tap on the door snapped both their gazes toward the source of the interruption. "Seems like I interrupted something, but since you have an entire floor dedicated to being your office, I suggest the two of you use that space if you want to whisper sweet-nothings to each other. That way, singles like me won't become green-eyed monsters." As Jessica rattled on, she pushed in between them and plodded toward the espresso machine.
Zac stepped back but ignored the lecture. "I hope it's not a habit of yours to be so rude to your boss." He gave Faith a mischievous grin to let her know he was joking.
"I'm not sure about that, but you sure make it a habit to be rude to Faith's friends."
Zac and Jessica turned to Faith, waiting for her to choose a side. "No way. I'm going back to my office."
Zac trailed behind Faith, but just before he stepped out of the pantry, he stopped and turned to Jessica. "She will always choose me...even if she does not say so verbally."
Faith turned and grabbed Zac's arm. As she dragged him out, she said, "Ignore him."
"Easily done!" Jessica hollered after them.
When inside the lift, Zac had to ask, "Was I wrong?"
"About?"
"You choosing me."
Faith shrugged. "Hmmm...I don't know. You can be pretty unreasonable at times."
Zac knew Faith was joking, but he spoke in all seriousness. "I will. I'll always choose you. Even if you were the one being unreasonable."
I know. So will I. The words never left her mouth. She knew that Zac was looking at her, but she didn't return his gaze. She was afraid that the moment she admitted those words out loud; she wouldn't be able to stop the overflow of feelings she had for Zac.
Zac sighed softly, but didn't push Faith for an answer. Insecurities raked over him. He knew Faith was extremely skilled at dodging Dylan's attempts in bringing their friendship to another level and he was afraid that she was doing the same thing to him.
Both of them were relatively quiet throughout the ride home. They ate in silence and went to their separate rooms to continue their work.
Faith took a deep breath and brought her mind back to the black file before her desk. She had brought home the file from work; there were still some issues with one of the resort, which had to be sorted out.
Looking at all the information before her, a small triumphant smile appeared on her face as she thought about how she had gone from being clueless to understanding everything on that report in less than a week. She would never have been able to do that without Zac.
The few days that Zac had led her through the work had been better than any academic program an Ivy League school could offer. Though he had forced Faith to take the reins, Faith knew that he would be right there when she truly needed him. All the advice that Zac had given was invaluable and had helped Faith in making every decision at work.
A small knock on the door jerked her from her thoughts. "Come in."
Thinking that it was Zac, Faith smoothed out her hair before turning toward the door.
"Miss Preston, your coffee." George stepped in with a tray and a cup of steaming coffee. She had completely forgotten that she had told George to make some coffee.
As George set down the coffee, she noticed another cup on the tray. "Is that for Zac?"
George nodded. "Yes."
"Leave his coffee too. I'll get it to him. I need to ask him something anyway." Faith knew it was just an excuse; she just wanted some reason to knock on his door.
George did as he was told, and he stepped out of the room. Faith stood up, holding the coffee in one hand and the black file in another, she got out of her room, and strode down the hall.
Zac was just down the room from her. He knew she had some work to complete, so after dinner, he had walked her to her room and left her to work.
Taking that few steps to his room, she came up with a silly question about some figures in the report. Then standing right outside his door, she clipped the file under her arm and knocked on the door.
The door flew open and Zac stood there, half naked and hair dripping wet. Both of them were stunned for a moment. Zac had thought it was George with the coffee. When he saw it was Faith, he beamed at her.
Faith stood dazedly while her eyes glued to his muscles.
"I think this is the first time you've ogled at me openly."
Faith blinked and cleared her throat before speaking, "I'm not ogling...and what do you mean openly? I never did that secretly either!"
Zac laughed heartily. "I love teasing you."
Before Faith could respond, Zac wrapped his arm around Faith's shoulder and ushered her in. Then, he turned and trotted into the bathroom to hang up his towel.
"I thought you would be working in your room all night," Zac's voice boomed from the bathroom. He had been thinking of excuses to pop by Faith's room but chided himself for being childish and decided that she needed time to do her work alone.
"George brought mine over and I thought I would just bring yours over, since I have something to ask you anyway," she said as she set down the coffee and file on the desk, which was already piled with files, before settling down on the chair.
George had informed Faith that Mindy came by earlier and dropped a whole stack of files off for Zac. A twinge of guilt gnawed at Faith, knowing that Zac had tons of work to do, but still he was here, just taking care of her, instead of hurrying back to his work. She would have asked, but she knew he would brush it off.
When Zac walked out, he was wearing a casual T-shirt that fit him snugly, showing off his muscular chest and arms. He strode over to the desk and took a sip of coffee. Then, he leaned by the table and opened up the file.
"Seems like everything is great. What's the problem?" Zac spoke without looking up, still flipping through the file.
Faith loved watching Zac work. There was something about the seriousness and determination he put in his work that made him look hot and so very kissable. Faith admired that drive he had and the effort he put in his work.
"Are you ogling at me again?"
Faith glowered but said nothing. Realizing that the question she had prepared was silly, Faith struggled with coming up with an excuse in her mind. "Just wanted to let you look through it, that's all."
That was the best that Faith could do.
Closing the file, Zac put it aside and took another sip of coffee. He walked right in front of the chair, met her gaze, and held her hands.
"My angel, you are doing a great job. Don't question yourself. You don't need me to approve your things; you are doing great."
His sincerity bore into Faith, and for a moment, Faith forgot to breathe. Taking a deep breath, she broke away from his gaze and smiled. "Thanks Zac, I couldn't have done anything without you."
Then in an effort to stop losing herself in his eyes, she looked around and saw a duffle bag by the wardrobe.
"Zac, do you have enough clothes to wear? Did George do your laundry?" Faith had been so contented to be around Zac that she had forgotten about his comforts. After all, he might not be that comfortable staying over at another person's house for so long.
"You've been staying here for nearly a week, is that all right? Do you need to go home? And work; is everything at work all right?" Faith turned to Zac and continued her series of questions. "Are you comfortable here? You don't have to keep staying with me."
Zac narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side. "Faith Preston, are you chasing me from your house?"
Zac watched Faith's eyes flew open and he chuckled. He knew Faith wasn't chasing him out; he just couldn't resist teasing her.
"It's all right, Faith, I'm fine. I sleep better knowing that you are just a room away from me and that if you need anything, I'll be right here."
"You sure?" Faith seemed genuinely uncertain.
"Yes. Absolutely." Zac wiped off his smile and kept his face serious. He wanted her to know, there was nowhere else he would rather be, than being there with her.
Then, he stood up and pulled Faith up from the chair. With her hand still in his, he slid the full-length window aside and strolled out to the balcony.
A gentle breeze blew by, caressing their face and hair. Faith closed her eyes and leaned her head back, letting her dark brown hair flow with the gentle breeze. As Faith leaned on the balcony, she opened her eyes to look up at the tiny glow of dazzling stars in the sky.
Zac stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He took in a breath of her lavender scented hair and looked up with her, admiring the stars above. "It's a beautiful night, and you love the stars."
Faith simply nodded.
Despite the beauty of the stars, it was Faith who had Zac's attention. The scent of lavender and roses from her was intoxicating. As his arms wrapped around her soft skin, he could feel her lean on him. All he wanted to do was to bend down and kiss her.
As though she was answering his silent thoughts, Faith tilted her head back to look at him. Without thinking, he turned her around and bent his lips toward hers. His lips touched hers and he lingered, indulging in the moment. Slowly, he lifted his face in front of hers and looked at Faith.
Instead of disgust or shock, her eyes remained closed, and she drew in a deep breath. Zac leaned in again, planting another quick peck on her lips. Then, encasing his arms around her, he pulled her body to his and drew her into a real kiss.
Instantly, all hesitation dissipated. Faith draped a hand over his neck while the other grabbed the shirt on his chest. Their tongues tasted, and each wanted more. A soft moan escaped from Faith's lip and it ignited the primitive need within him. Running his hand through her hair, Zac pulled her closer, leaving no space between them.
He couldn't get enough of Faith. Never had he once experienced a kiss like this. A need to make Faith his, a need to make her understand how much he loved her and a need to know that she loved him too.
Taking his lips off hers, he laid a trail of soft kisses down her neck.
"Zac," she whispered as she struggled to concentrate on what she wanted to say.
"Yes?" Zac said in between kisses.
The desire for Zac to continue consumed every part of her mind. With each kiss, her resolve to speak her mind dropped drastically. "Stop, please." It took everything in her to speak those words.
Zac froze. He thought that Faith felt the same fire that was searing through him, but apparently, he was wrong.
Taking another step back, Faith kept her eyes on the floor. "I'm sorry Zac, I...I can't. I'm not like those women you sleep around with."
Without giving Zac a chance to reply, she fled to her room.
What? Zac stood stunned on the balcony. He ran through his thoughts in his mind, trying to think of what he had done wrong.
He had been waiting for the right moment to kiss Faith all week, to find the right moment to let her know he was done being friends with her and that he wanted more. Yet, she couldn't wait to run out of his room.
Not like those girls you sleep around with. Finally, his befuddled brain realized what was going on.
No. She got it wrong. He had let those comments about the other women slip, and he wouldn't have cared less if this was some other girl, but she wasn't.
He got out of the room and got to hers in seconds. "Faith, please let me explain. Open the door."
There wasn't a single sound behind the door.
"Faith," Zac sighed. "Faith, angel, please don't do this."
Something about the vulnerability in Zac's voice broke Faith's heart. She didn't want to be the one hurting Zac; the last person she ever wanted to hurt was Zac.
When Faith opened the door, she stood there with her eyes on the floor, nervously biting her lips. Zac had told himself that he just needed to talk to her and not push her into anything. However, seeing her stand in the shroud of uncertainty, he couldn't help it. He pulled her into his arms and wrapped his arms around hers.
He could feel Faith take in a jagged breath in his arms. "Don't run from me, Faith. Listen to me, please."
Faith kept quiet, and Zac took her silence as consent. Not wanting any of the housekeepers to come in between their conversations, he stepped into her room and closed the door behind him.
Then taking her hands, Zac made her sit down on the couch. Throughout it all, Faith kept her eyes to the ground. Not once did she look up at Zac who had knelt in front of her.
"Your room is so much nicer than mine," he commented, hoping to lighten the tension she was feeling.
"We can switch if you want," Faith's voice was barely audible.
"Faith," Zac couldn't stand the way Faith was behaving. Lifting her chin with his finger, he brought her gaze up to him. "Faith, I don't treat you like any other girl."
Immediately, she looked away from his face again. Cupping his hands on her cheeks, he gently turned her face and waited for her eyes to return to him. "Faith, there has never been any other girl. I love you. I always had. I would have stepped up earlier, but Dylan..."
He let his voice trailed off, not knowing what to say about the whole Dylan situation.
"No, it was all me. I was a coward. I didn't dare to tell Dylan that you mean more to me than anything in the world, and I kept stepping back to give him a chance. But that night at the hospital, when I saw you in his arms and I finally realized there was a real chance of losing you, my heart just broke into a million pieces."
He paused, making sure that Faith was still with him, not lost in her thoughts.
"I turned and walked away, but after driving for hours, I couldn't get you out of my mind. I can't let you be with another man, Faith. That was when I decided to fight for you. I love you. I love you, Faith. I love you so very much."
Faith only looked at him, not knowing what to say.
Zac looked at Faith and waited, patiently, for her to say something, but she continued to look at him without saying a word.
"Faith," Zac said with uncertainty growing within him. For the past week that Zac had been with Faith, he thought for sure that she loved him too. He was confident that when he did find the perfect time to tell her his feelings, they would live the happily ever after, but every second of her silence doubled the uncertainty in him.
Closing his eyes, he placed her hands on her lap. He was about to stand and leave when Faith raised her hand and caressed his cheeks.
"Zac, I can't make you happy. I'm such a boring person; you'll never be happy with me."
"Faith, my angel, my love, I am happy with you. You smiles brightened my day and a single hug from you makes me want to conquer the world for you."
Faith smiled then, and said softly, "I don't need the world Zac; I already have what I need."
Zac leaned in, slowly, making sure that he wasn't scaring Faith, and giving her the chance to stop him if she had wanted to. When Faith closed her eyes, Zac kissed her. This time, he kissed her slowly, gently, letting the idea of him loving her sink into her. Then ending the kiss with a gentle peck on her lips and forehead, he held her shoulders. "I love you Faith, always have, and always will. I'm sorry I took so long to step up."
Pushing her hair behind her ears, he continued. He needed her to understand. "You know the family I grew up in, and you know how my father was. I will never hurt you that way. I can't endure the thought of us ending up like them."
Faith considered his words. She did know that his father had slept with every woman who came along in his life and had never really viewed Zac's mother as more than another piece of furniture in the house.
Each time his parents interacted, it always ended up in a screaming fiasco with both parties yelling at each other until one of them stomped away. Other than that, they would be playing catch and mouse the whole day, except that no one was truly catching. At the rare times where their paths did cross, they would pass each other like strangers passing one another on the street.
When Zac was ten, his mother up and left without a word. Zac cried for days while his father reprimanded him for being a crybaby, giving him long lectures on how guys had no reasons to shed tears.
The lectures, of course, did nothing to sooth his feelings or tears. When Faith found out what had happened, she begged her mother to fetch him over to their house and let him stay with them. Her mother agreed and his father seemed more than happy to be relieved of him.
Though Faith's mother could be pushy at times, Zac had never felt more loved than he had when he was in their home. Everyone in Faith's house treated him like family.
The days stretched into weeks and months. His father never bothered to visit him except when he went to Faith's house for the weekly poker match that her father held. Even then, Zac's father barely spoke to him.
When Zac eventually went home, Faith's grandmother had insisted on keeping his room the way it was so that he could stay over whenever he wanted. Faith's father had smiled broadly, telling him that he would be missed, that he should keep the keys, and to come back whenever he wanted.
Ever since the day his mother left, he had never heard from her. Zac had tried searching for her, and he knew that secretly, Faith had hired someone to do that for him. Still, both their efforts had failed terribly. His mother had simply disappeared, and she must have been determined never to go back to them.
Faith took his hand and ran her thumb across his knuckles. "That will never happen to us."
"The thought of it was too much to bear. I won't be able to live with myself if I cause you to hate me. I love you. I want to hear your laughs and be the one receiving your smiles. I don't ever want to be the one who makes you cry or to break your heart."
Faith shook her head at his silliness. "Zac, don't be silly. You would never do anything to hurt me. You have always protected me, and I'm sure that no matter what happens, you will continue to do so. You are not your father."
Lifting Faith's hand, he laid gentle kisses on her knuckles. "Yes, I will protect you always. I love you, Faith."
Faith smiled. "I have always loved you too, Zac."
With that, Zac let out a sigh of relief and beamed like a child who had received the best Christmas present. "I was getting a little worried there." He laughed and pulled her into his arms again.
"And yes, I know you'll always choose me, even if I am being unreasonable. As would I," Faith said.
Brushing her hair with his hand, he held her quietly. There was nothing more to say then. He simply held her and felt his heart swell with so much joy he thought he wasn't able to contain it. He was right; she loved him too.
"Zac, I won't sleep with you."
Her soft voice seemed to quiver as she spoke.
"Faith, I'm not going to force you. You are not a one-night stand. I didn't intend to force you into anything," Zac said, amused at what Faith had just said.
"No Zac, I..." Faith bit her lips and looked down on the floor again, sighing softly.
"Faith, is something wrong?" He lifted her face; he couldn't bear not looking at her face.
Sighing heavier this time, Faith squeezed her eyes shut and spoke. "I'm not the kind of woman who sleeps around, I don't...I never...I..." Then she bit her lips again.
Zac cocked his head to the side, trying to grasp what Faith was talking about, and then it hit him. "Faith, you've never slept with anyone? But I have seen you date..." His brows narrowed as she opened her eyes, again keeping her gaze on the floor.
"Date, yes. Sleep around, no." By then, her face was flushed red, and she still didn't dare to look at him.
"Love, you shouldn't be embarrassed. Actually, I know it is completely old-fashioned, but I am ridiculously happy that it is so." He lifted her chin up and kissed her.
"I guess you will not be breaking the date-yes-sleep-around-no rule for me?" Again, Zac had cocked his head to the side, but he was teasing her this time round.
"That's right. That's what I was trying to say." Faith looked at him, observing his reaction.
"That there will be no sleeping around."
"Yes."
"Damn."
Faith sighed and bit her lips again while Zac laughed. "Love, I was kidding. I don't care. I won't lie that I find you attractive, but I respect you and your decisions. I will wait." How hard could that be? We have known each other our whole lives, and I have managed to keep my hands off you until now.
Looking at Faith with the widest smile, he kissed her forehead and sat onto the couch with her. "And my love, unlike what you think, I don't mess around with half the women that you see on the magazines and all. I barely know them, and I have never gone out with most of them. It's just some garbage that the magazines run."
Faith smiled. "You don't need to explain. I trust you."
"I know, but I want you to know. You never asked me about them, so I never explained. I assure you that none of those women meant anything to me. I need you to know that."
Faith nodded. "I believe you."
"Goodnight my love." Zac kissed her on her lips and stood up. "Sweet dreams, I'll be dreaming of you."
Then he gave her another quick peck simply, because he couldn't get enough of her before he walked out of her room.
Zac took his time to take the short stroll back to his room, remembering the sweet kiss he just had. His heart was still pounding with the joy of what had happened. The kiss that he had been dreaming of for so long had finally happened.
His smile broadened as he thought about Faith's confession. She had never slept with anyone. Zac knew it was silly, and nobody really put a big deal about it anymore, but he was elated to hear the news, that she would be his and no one else's.
Slamming onto his bed, he laughed. If he had known the joy, he would have gotten from kissing Faith and telling her how much he loved her, he would have done it years before. He reprimanded himself in his thoughts, for being a coward for so long, allowing Dylan to manipulate his gratitude.
Dylan.
Zac hadn't forgotten about Dylan being a total jerk to Faith just a few days before. He had kept his promise to Faith and stayed out of Dylan's way. Angry as he was, he still couldn't help but feel a little guilty toward Dylan.
How strongly could he have felt about her if he could just leave her to a mob of reporters on her own?
Right, there was no need to be guilty. If it were him, he would still have gotten Faith into the building safe and sound before crawling away to nurse his pain. He would have put Faith first, not his bruised ego.
Despite everything, Zac felt that he should be the one breaking the news to Dylan rather than letting some magazines do so. Faith and Zac had glossed a couple of magazines; after all, they had been inseparable for the past week. The photographs and news were nothing but made up rubbish, so he hadn't bothered.
Now that things were different, he had to tell Dylan personally. It just wasn't right to let him find out about it through another person, much less a gossip magazine.
Dread. Zac mused in his head an image of what would happen and he shook his head. Who knows, he might find it in his heart to feel happy for him. After all, they were supposed to be best friends. Get real.
Dylan would be angry; he definitely would be, but Zac had faced him once over the issue and he would do so again. Faith was worth it.
Just like that, Faith was back in his head and Dylan was pushed away to a corner of his mind, shelving it for later.
Faith sat up in bed and closed her eyes to the rays of sunlight that had filtered in through her curtains. She was tossing in bed last night, thinking about the kiss that she had shared with Zac, every single one of her thoughts was about him.
She had drifted to sleep with a smile on her face and was again smiling as she opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light.
She kept quiet, hoping to hear any noise from the hallway to let her know if Zac was awake and as eager to see her as she was to see him, but there wasn't a single noise. Getting out of bed, Faith took extra effort in picking something to wear for work and putting on her make up. She couldn't decide if she should go over to his room or simply wait for him in the kitchen.
As she opened her door, she gasped and stopped in her tracks. A bouquet of calla lilies lay on the floor. Amidst the flowers, a cream-colored card was slotted right in the middle.
She smiled blissfully as she picked up the flowers and opened the card.
Can't wait to kiss you again.
Try as she might, she couldn't wipe off the smile on her face. She placed it on the desk in her room before heading downstairs to the kitchen. She was sure that Zac would be waiting for her there.
When she entered the kitchen, Zac walked over and kissed her. He didn't care about the audience of the maids and George. He placed his lips on hers and pulled her close into his arms. Kissing her slowly, knowing that all along, all their eyes were on them.
"Hope you liked the flowers," Zac said, his voice deeper than usual.
Faith chuckled. "Yes, they're beautiful. Thanks."
As Faith sat down, she knew that everyone was focused on trying to pretend that they were busy and had seen nothing. Faith would have felt embarrassed, but joy seemed to have invaded every single cell of her body, leaving none for embarrassment.
George set down her plate and gave her a disapproving look, but Faith could see the sparkle of joy in his eyes. George knew that Faith was over the moon; he could see it from her face, and that was good enough for George.
"I have to go to my office to settle some work today. I'll drive you to work, and then I'll see you for lunch?"
"Sure. If you're busy, I can drive myself there." The reporters had already moved on to new stories and the mob that she dreaded seeing each day had disappeared.
"No, I want to personally make sure that you are safe in your office before going to work."
Faith knew better than to argue with him. First, she knew that he wouldn't give in to her where her safety was concerned and second; she did want to spend more time with him anyway.
On the way to work, Zac kept glancing over to Faith. He was a little worried that Faith might have changed her mind about what happened between them after sleeping on it, but the kiss in the morning had proved that wasn't so.
"What?" Faith said without taking her eyes off the file before her. An important meeting, which was held that afternoon, would definitely cause some tension with some of the staff later on, and she wanted to be prepared.
"Nothing, I like watching you work. You look serious and gorgeous."
Faith smiled and looked up. "Really? That was exactly what I thought when I looked at you work."
They both laughed.
As Zac pulled into the car park, Faith reached over to open her door, but Zac took her hands. "I can get that for you."
With that, he opened his door and jogged over to open the passenger side door.
"I thought you had to go to the office. You don't have to walk me in."
"I know, but I want to. I like every excuse to be around you." He put his hands around her waist and pulled her right beside him. Inside the private lift, Zac kissed her crazy until the very last second before the door opened.
"See you at lunch. I love you," he whispered softly into her ears and gave her another quick peck on the lips. Then he let her walked out of the lift alone, afraid that he would find more excuse to linger on in the office if he were to follow her in.
Chelsea eyed Faith suspiciously, as she strode into the office. Faith knew she must had been wearing a smitten look on her face and tried to wipe it off, but could do nothing to get that silly smile off her face.
She settled into her chair and thought about Zac again. She could still feel the sensation of his lips on hers, she could still smell his cologne, and she closed her eyes for a moment, indulging in the memory of their kiss.
Then, knowing that the real world was waiting, she got back to work and prepared for the meeting to come.
"Why are you making all these changes? You don't even know what you are doing. Your father must have been crazy when he decided to leave you in charge of the company."
"Enough. Mr. Miller, if you are unhappy with what I am doing, you are free to leave. My father's frame of mind is none of your business and you should take this as my last warning. If you ever speak to me again with such disrespect, I will not hesitate to let you go."
Silence fell, and the tension thickened in the meeting room. Faith had taken Wilson Miller's sense of arrogance and superiority in the beginning, not wanting to step on the toes of an old employee but enough was enough. He had to be put in place; he had no right to be speaking to her in that manner.
Instead of backing down, Wilson Miller slammed his fists onto the table, rattling the cups. Such an outburst would normally shock Faith, but she had observed and come to expect such dramatic actions from him.
"You insolent child!"
Faith looked straight at Wilson Miller. "Well, I guess you've made your choice. Mr. Miller, you have fifteen minutes to clear out your desk and turn in your security pass to the HR department. I will get the security to watch you."
Wilson Miller's face turned red and Faith wondered if his head would just explode like those in the cartoons. He swept his hands across the table before him, spilling coffee, and pushing files off onto the carpeted floor.
"Bitch!"
If Faith knew how to throw a punch, she would have served one right into Miller's nose, but she knew that if she tried, it would only cause her pain and she would probably make a fool out of herself. She kept her face straight and smiled, going for an icy kill.
"The bill for cleaning the carpet will be docked from your pay. If it isn't enough, I will get Jessica to forward the bill to your house." Faith watched as his face got redder.
"Fifteen minutes, Miller." Faith stood and tapped at her watch. "Tick tock."
Faith watched as Miller launched toward her, flying a fist in her face and then were abruptly slammed to the ground by two security guards who had rushed into the meeting room. Faith wanted to walk right out of the room and drama, but she wanted to let Miller know that she wasn't afraid of him.
Making sure that she looked right into his eyes, Faith went on. "Goodbye, Mr. Miller."
She strode out with her head high and point made.
"Did you call security?" Faith asked as the lift opened at the fortieth floor. She hadn't realized that her hands were shaking until then. Silently, she thanked God for her ability to maintain a straight face even when her heart was drenched with fear.
"Yes. I called them immediately after he slammed his fists onto the table. I knew you weren't going to back down, and it was going to turn ugly," Chelsea said nonchalantly.
"Thanks Chelsea, you did great."
Zac had gotten to his office and settled all the work he had to do in a few hours. He had a good assistant who had kept everything in place, allowing him to get away and help Faith.
Still, tons of work was left for him to do. He had been settling his work through emails and many of them at night, after Faith had slept. He made a mental note to give Mindy a huge bonus on her birthday; she deserved it.
Picking up his phone, he called Dylan's office. His secretary answered and told Zac that he wasn't around but would be back soon. Zac didn't bother to leave a message as he was intending to meet him face-to-face.
"Mindy, I will not be back till after lunch. Call me if anything crops up."
Mindy nodded. "I'll drop the important documents by Miss Preston's house tonight."
Zac smiled. He knew things were getting back on track for Faith and the company. He probably didn't have to spend so much time with her. He could definitely start staying home for a change, but he had been churning up excuses to stay, and last night proved that it was the right decision.
"Something is different," Mindy said it as a statement. The smile on his face was unmistakable. Her eyes widened, and she broke into a smile. "You finally stepped up."
A grin spread across his face, but he said nothing.
"Congrats! She's a keeper!" Mindy shouted as Zac entered the lift.
"I know," Zac muttered under his breath.
As he pulled his car into the parking lot, Zac turned off the ignition but didn't make any move to leave his car. Sitting there, he contemplated on his decision of telling the news to Dylan personally. He sat there, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
It wasn't the fear of Dylan's reaction that was gluing him to his seat. He knew that Dylan would be outraged, but that wasn't the worst. It was the fact that his friendship with Dylan would probably be over the moment the news left his mouth that was causing his hesitation.
Puffing his cheeks, he blew out a deep breath and stepped out of the car.
"Mr. Hayden, Mr. Charles is in his office. Let me ring ahead to tell him."
"No, it's fine. I'll just go on in," Zac voiced before Dylan's assistant called him. Otherwise, he might be kicked out before having the chance to step into the office. He had been in Dylan's office more than enough times for the assistant to know they were good friends.
"Hey Dylan."
Dylan's head shot up from his work when he heard Zac's voice. "What are you doing here? Something wrong with Faith?"
Sarcasm. He had definitely seen some of the pictures in the magazines.
"She's perfectly fine. Even after how you let her walk into a pack of ravaging wolves, she's fine," Zac retorted without mercy.
At that point, Dylan refused to look at Zac. He returned his eyes to the documents he was perusing through and ignored Zac.
"She was drenched from the rain, broke her heel, fell and scraped both her hands from her palms to her elbow and was clipped on her lips; probably by paparazzi. I hope you are pleased with that."
"What do you want Zac? What happened between Faith and me is our business," Dylan snapped, and finally returned his focus back onto Zac.
"True, but when whatever happened between the two of you hurt her..." It was Zac's turn to look away now. He hadn't come here to settle the score; he was here to tell Dylan in person about Faith and him.
Taking a deep breath, Zac continued. "I'm not here about that. I'm dating Faith." The word dating seems to be light in this case, and he wanted Dylan to know they were serious.
"Yes, I have seen it in the magazines."
"No, those were rubbish. It is official now. We're together, and it's not just dating. I'm serious about her..." Unable to find the words to elaborate what he wanted to say, he let his voice trail off.
"Yes, so you say. When you get bored of her like all the rest of the women, I will be there to nurse her wounds."
"Keep waiting." Zac strode out of the office before it erupted into full-blown quarrel. They were too old to be coming to blows, and he didn't look forward to a situation of having to explain to Faith what had happened.
It was over. He had done what he had set out to do.
He got into his car and drove toward the Preston office building. It was finally lunchtime, and he had been aching to see Faith since the elevator doors closed in the morning.
Stepping out of the lift, he waved the security card that Chelsea had gotten him the day after Mr. Preston's accident. It was the card, which gave him access to the private lift and the lift access to all levels of the building. Faith hadn't asked her to do so, but she figured that Zac would be there for some time and instead of having to buzz him in all the time, she might as well get him a card.
Chelsea smiled politely in return. "She's in there."
Zac nodded and moved right on, walking into the office after knocking softly on the door.
"Hi angel."
Faith looked up and smiled, glancing at the clock. "Settled your work?"
"Why? Are you intending to keep me here the rest of the day?"
Faith laughed. "No, I was just asking."
Zac stretched out his hand, and Faith took it while her free hand grabbed the bag that was leaning casually by the side of her desk.
At lunch, Faith told Zac all about Wilson Miller and though he had kept silent, Faith knew that Zac was furious. His eyes narrowed a little and his jaw tightened when Faith told her about the near-punch she would have received if it hadn't been for the security guards whom Chelsea had called.
"I was being rather mean though; he sort of channeled the inner-bitch in me," Faith rattled off nonchalantly.
That statement resulted in a fit of laughter from Zac. "My love, he deserved everything, and if I were there, he would have gotten more than just some snide remarks."
He took her hand and rubbed the back of her fingers with his thumb. Gently, he lifted her hand and planted a kiss on the back of her hand. He loved how he could just touch her simply because he wanted to and to kiss her simply because he couldn't get enough of her.
When they got back to the car after lunch, Zac didn't open the door for Faith immediately. Instead, he leaned his palms on the car, encasing Faith within his arms and leaned in to kiss her. Faith didn't protest; she had been missing him all morning. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, knowing that there were people walking passed and staring at them.
"Shall we?" Zac opened the door after Faith broke away from the kiss. It was a good thing; it was getting difficult for him to remember that they were out in the public, and he just couldn't pull himself away from Faith.
"Back to the office?" Zac asked when he got in.
"No, actually, I was thinking of visiting my dad. I have already finished all the work I need to do. You can drop me off at my parents' house and get back to work if you're busy."
"So, you were intending to keep me around for the rest of the day." Zac leaned across the driver seat and gave Faith a quick peck on her lips before starting the engine and driving toward her parent's house. "Lucky for you, I'm not busy."
When Zac's car pulled into the house where Faith grew up, a place that had grown to become a home to Zac as well. Outside the house stood an unfamiliar car. Faith frowned, "Whose car is that?" She wondered out loud.
Zac shrugged as he opened her door, "Let's find out."
Even before they got to the door, they could hear an enraged voice hollering within the house. Both Faith and Zac hastened their steps but Zac had widened his strides, making sure that he was in front of Faith before flinging open the door to find Wilson Miller seated on the sofa with her father.
Miller gave a smirk of disgust when he saw Faith entering the door.
"What the hell are you doing here? Why are you bothering my father? Don't you know that he is not feeling well?" Her voice came out louder than she had expected. She had side stepped Zac and was moving closer to Wilson Miller as she spoke.
Zac held her hand and pulled her back, putting himself between Faith and the couch where Miller was sitting.
"Don't worry about it dear, I let him in. I can handle it."
Faith took in a deep breath and looked at her father. Of course, her father would be upset about her letting a senior employee go. She sighed, ready to receive the chiding from her father. Miller must have sensed the same thing as a look of triumphant came over his face.
"Wilson was just telling me about what happened in the meeting, the little disagreement," her father said with a small smile on his face.
A snort came from Miller and Faith felt Zac's hand tighten around hers.
"And Wilson, although I let you in, I'm sorry if you think that I will be on your side."
Faith broke into a smile, and she could feel Zac relax his hand a little.
"What? Mr. Preston ---"
Jonathan Preston raised his hand to stop Miller from speaking. "You were a treasured employee of our company, but now, Faith is in charge. And with the attitude that you are showing, even right now before my face, I can see this change in authority will not be suitable for you. Faith is right in letting you go."
Wilson Miller jumped out from his seat and barked, "Are you going senile?" He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything else, Zac had grabbed the man and was dragging him out of the door.
"Leave or we're calling the police," Zac ordered.
Again, Miller raised his fist, but he was way too slow. Zac had swung his arm and his fist landed right on the cheek of Miller's face, slamming him to the ground. "If you ever try to hurt Faith again, you will be receiving more than a punch. Get lost!"
Zac stepped back and slammed the door close. Faith wrapped one of her hands around Zac's while she stroked the length of his arm gently, trying to ease the tension as they strolled back to where her father was sitting.
"Thank you Zac," Jonathan Preston said. "And what is about him hurting Faith?"
Faith related the whole incident at the meeting to her father. "Remind me to give Chelsea a huge bonus during Christmas!" her father announced in his booming voice as he beamed a smile at them.
After chatting for a while, Faith's father looked at their intertwined hands. When Zac and Faith noticed him staring, they just smiled.
"Zac, as much as I like you, my daughter is everything to me. If you hurt her..."
"I won't." Zac squeezed Faith's hand. "I will never hurt her. I love her."
Faith's father smiled. "Yes, well, still had to say it."
"Darling, ready for your walk?" Faith's mother asked as she walked in. "My dear! Why didn't anyone inform me that you were here?"
Her mother gave both Faith and Zac a quick hug. Once Mrs. Preston released Zac from her hug, he wrapped his hand around Faith's waist and pulled her close. Noticing the way they were behaving, she winked at Faith and smiled at Zac. "All right, I'm taking your dad out for a walk. Doctor Leran says that he should get some light exercise. Go entertain your grandmother in the garden. She will love seeing both of you."
Zac held Faith's hand tightly. He was determined to let the whole family know about them, but he could feel a little tension from Faith as they walked toward the garden at the back of the house. "Faith, is everything all right?"
"Zac, my grandmother has been harping on finding someone to marry for the longest time. She will probably go on and on about it later." She stopped and glance at Zac. "Just giving you a heads up. Don't worry about it; you can just laugh it off."
Zac bent down to kiss her forehead. "Don't worry love, I promise I won't go running out of the door."
Faith scowled at him before continuing the walk into the garden where she found her grandmother reading a book and sipping tea. "Hi grandma!"
"Oh, my dearest granddaughter and Zac!" Her grandmother got up and hugged them both before giving instructions for tea to be brought and settling back down into her chair.
"Have you kids had your lunch?"
"Yes, I wouldn't dare starve your princess," Zac chimed.
Faith's grandmother chuckled. "Came to visit your father?"
"Yes," Faith answered.
"And to inform you of something vital," Zac added.
"Oh?" Faith's grandmother raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Faith giggled at the curiosity in her grandmother's voice.
"We're here to inform you that the hunt for Faith's husband is over. You will stop trying to set her up with new guys. Otherwise, I will get insanely jealous." Zac smiled proudly at her grandmother.
"Finally! I was starting to wonder if it would ever happen! So when is the happy date?" her grandmother asked, as her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Grandma, you got it wrong. We just ---"
"When she agrees." Zac looked at Faith and had the pleasure of seeing her mouth fall open.
"Close your mouth darling, it's rude," her grandmother chided Faith as she kept silent.
"Zac..."
"Well, looks like you guys have some things to talk through and I'm not senile, so I'm going to make myself scarce." Faith's grandmother got up from her chair, and looked at Zac. "I'm on your side!"
When Zac was sure that her grandmother was out of earshot, he turned back to Faith. "I'm serious Faith. I'm serious about us, and I'm serious about wanting to be with you forever."
Faith sighed. "But Zac, we just got together. How do you know that six months from now, you will not be sick and tired of me?"
Zac rolled his eyes. "My angel, you seem to be under this ridiculous notion that I will get sick of you in no time. I have known you since we were children. I know everything about you and throughout the years, I have always been here for you, and I have always loved you. If I have not stopped loving you for this long, what makes you think that I'm going to stop loving you in six months' time? I'm not sick of you; I love everything about you."
Faith kept quiet, but Zac could still see the uncertainty in her eyes. It was frustrating Zac that she didn't seem to understand or believe how much he loved her.
"I know you think I have been with every woman that came on to me, and I know that my family does not have the best love history, but ---"
Faith cut in at that point, "Zac, you are not your dad. I never thought that about you."
Zac smiled. "All right, since you are convinced that, six months from now, I will want nothing to do with you; then let's do this. Six months from now, if I'm still here and telling you that I'm crazy in love with you, will you marry me?"
"Six months?"
"Is that too long for you? Cos' I know it is for me." Zac flashed her a brilliant smile, coaxing Faith into a smile too.
"Six months." This time, it was a statement rather than a question.
"Yes. Six very long months. Then happily ever after." Zac looked at Faith, trying to see her reaction.
She looked down, but he caught the smile on her lips. Yes, she would be happy. She just needed some convincing.
"So, fiancée, shall we go now?"
Faith chuckled. "Zac, I said I will agree to marry you in six months, if you are still here."
"I will be."
"Point is, I won't be your fiancé till then."
"But I will be here, so I might as well get use to it." Zac flashed a broad child-like smile at Faith. Faith just shook her head and laughed.
When they were leaving, Faith's grandmother shouted from the second floor. "Did she say yes?"
"She will!" Zac shouted back.
"Why does it seem as if the whole world is on your side?" Faith complained softly; she didn't want her grandmother hearing such a statement.
"Because my love, the whole world can see that we are meant to be together except for you," he playfully ruffled her hair and pulled her beside him. "Angel, can we drop by my house first? There is a load of clothes that I need Margaret to wash, and I need to pick up some more clothes."
"Why didn't you just give it to George?" Faith continued without giving Zac a chance to answer her question, "Zac, if it is troubling you, you can stay stop staying at my house."
"I love being near you, just in case you need anything." Zac smiled before continuing, "Just a few more days, when I'm sure that your father is getting better and when you don't need help with your office work."
Faith didn't argue; she liked having Zac around too.
"Hi Margaret," Faith chimed when Margaret opened the door.
"Hi Margaret, have you met my fiancée?"
Faith smiled indulgently. The idea of being Zac's fiancée was sinking in, and it was warming up to her.
"Really? When did that happen?" Margaret's eyes lit up with pleasure. "Will you guys be staying here or at your place after your marriage?"
"Six months from now," Faith answered, before Zac came up with some silly answers.
"The wedding is in six months' time? Have you started planning yet?"
Both Faith and Zac laughed. Zac filled Margaret in on the situation as he passed her the duffle bag of dirty clothes before trotting upstairs to fetch some fresh clothes.
"Miss Preston, I know you haven't agreed yet, but I just want to tell you how happy I am that you two are finally getting together. I'm sure that Mr. Hayden had been in love with you since he was a young boy. He used to wear the biggest smile whenever he was going to meet you. And now, he can't seem to get that goofy smile off his face," Margaret said as she set down the glass of water before her. Then smiling warmly, she disappeared back into the kitchen.
Faith smiled; her own heart swelled with joy. This whole fiancé thing was really growing on her, and somewhere in the corner of her heart, she was beginning to regret the six-month deal she had made with him.
Upstairs, as Zac packed his clothes, he was already thinking of ways to cheat on the six-month deal he had made with Faith. He was sure that she was more acceptable about being his fiancée from the reaction that she had given to Margaret. Perhaps there would be no need to wait for six whole months. He could simply find a better timing and propose to her seriously.
When they got back to her house, Zac again announced the to-be-engagement to everyone in her house. George had laughed in disbelief when he heard about the whole story, but still, everyone said their congratulations and went back to their work.
"I just realized that of all the things we talked about, you have never told me what your dream wedding was," Zac stated as they settled before the television.
Faith knew what Zac was trying to do, so she ignored him and focused on scanning each channel to check out what was being aired.
Not deterred, Zac pressed on. "I would suppose you want a small wedding. Then it would be preferable if we have it somewhere further away, so we can use that as an excuse to invite only our close friends and family."
Though she continued to ignore him, Zac could see the smile she was unconsciously displaying. "Hmmm...How about your wedding dress? I heard there's this really popular wedding dress tailor. You want her? Since she's so popular, maybe we should think about making an appointment now."
"I know what you're doing. It's not going to work."
"I think you'll like a simple dress, but it doesn't really matter to me. You look great no matter what you wear."
"Really? I was thinking bright pink, something puffy and..."
"So, you were thinking about it."
She scowled at him. "You're irritating."
"I love you too."
The next day, Zac drove her to the office like what he had been doing the past week. What they didn't expect was the horde of reporters crowding the entrance.
"Why are they here?" Faith spat out the question.
"I don't know love, but just be careful and stay close to me."
As they got out of their car, Zac tucked Faith safely in his arm, and they made their way to the office building.
"Mr. Hayden, are you dating Miss Preston?"
"Miss Preston, is it true that you are together with your childhood sweetheart?"
A variation of the questions fell, and Faith just shut them out. How did the gossip magazine get wind of their relationship so quickly? Once in the lift, Faith couldn't contain her curiosity. "How did they find out?"
"Maybe they're just guessing, they have been speculating for the whole week."
That was true. Over the past week, they had appeared in a couple of magazines and papers over rumors of them getting together.
"But they haven't turned up like this for some time."
"Don't worry love, there will be another story soon, and they will be out of here before you know it." Then he leaned in and kissed Faith. His kiss was hot and passionate, his tongue exploring hers as his hands pulled her close, kneading her neck. The kiss continued with neither of them stepping back until the lift door was about to open.
"I think the security guards can see us in here," Faith said as she used her fingers to clean the edge of her lips, she didn't wear lipstick but she did have a layer of her lip balm on.
Zac laughed. "Let them." Zac winked at her and gave her another quick peck on her lips as the door opened.
"Drive safe," she said softly as she stepped out.
"Jessica?" Faith stopped right at the entrance of her office. "Is something wrong? No. Of course, something is wrong. I should be asking what is wrong."
Jessica sighed. Bad sign, usually she would at least try to laugh at my stupid comments.
Picking up a remote control on the desk, she switched on the 50-inch plasma TV that hung on the wall.
"Miller? What the..."
"He's giving an interview to everyone who would have him, talking about how you are destroying the company and how your father is going senile."
Faith blew out a huge breath and walked over to her seat. "Jessica, do whatever you can, within the legal means of course, to screw him over."
Jessica sniggered. "I rarely see you so vindictive."
"Wrong, I'm always vindictive. I don't cower into corners when people do me an injustice. Certain things I don't mind letting go simply because I do not think it is worth my time, while others," Faith stopped to point at the screen and continued, "Others need to be taught that there will be consequences to their actions."
"Whoa, I never knew that there was an ice-cold business woman in you, Faith."
Faith gave Jessica a small smile. "Now, whatever you can do to screw him over, please go ahead and do so. Have fun."
Jessica returned her smile. "I will."
"Jess, wait!" Faith stopped her before Jessica could open the door. "Are we good?"
Jessica gave her a quizzical look, uncertain about what Faith was referring to. "What do you mean?"
"Dylan." She saw Jessica's eyes widening so she gave her a moment before she continued, "I'm sorry I was so dense about it. I'm sorry about the mess we're in and I'm sorry if you got hurt. I never meant for that to happen."
Jessica's eyes filled with tears and Faith gasped. Jumping out of her seat, she hurried over and gave her a hug. "I'm so sorry, Jess, I'm sorry about everything."
"I was so furious with all three of you for dragging on the mess day by day, but now I realize that my problem won't be solved until Dylan learns to let go. It's not your fault."
Faith took Jessica's hand and dragged her to the couch. "We were all at fault I guess. My cowardice attitude of hiding my feelings for Zac. Zac's ridiculous notion of bad love genes and stepping back for Dylan, and Dylan," Faith paused, finding a right word to describe the situation.
"Dylan's bullheadedness."
Faith gave a wry smile. "I guess you can call it that."
Both of them fell silent and after a minute; Faith finally spoke. "He doesn't love me. He thinks he does, but he doesn't. If it were the other way round, if I had rejected Zac, he would still have made sure I made it to the office safe." Faith saw that Jessica was ready to jump into Dylan's defense, so she took her hand.
"I'm not blaming Dylan. I understand that he was hurt. I'm just saying; he wouldn't have done that if he truly loved me."
Jessica wiped away her tears. "If only he can get that into that thick skull of his."
Faith chuckled, and Jessica joined in.
"Now then, can we talk about something of a happier nature?"
Faith raised a brow and looked at her. "What do you want?" Faith asked suspiciously.
Jessica pulled out the magazine, which was clipped in between the files. A gossip magazine.
Faith gasped as she saw the cover page. Zac kissing Faith outside the restaurant where they had lunch at the day before. Childhood Sweethearts Bonding Over Tragedy?
"So you guys are seriously together now?"
Tossing the magazine aside, Faith returned Jessica's question. "Jessica, you are a topnotch lawyer working for a multimillion company, and you read gossip magazines?" Faith faked an appalled look on her face.
"Don't try to change the topic. Are you guys dating?"
Seeing that there was no way Jessica was letting it go, Faith decided to answer it simply. "Yes."
"Finally! Finally! I'm so happy for you!" Jessica smiled as she sat down on the couch in the office.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?"
Jessica raised a brow and cocked her head to the side. Faith knew that she was waiting for an elaboration.
"That we finally ended up together, like it was expected."
"Faith, I have told you a gazillion times that he is in love with you and you with him. Everyone can see the way he looks at you. Throughout college, he was so protective of you, and he was always there whenever you needed him." Jessica laughed as she thought of the memories of the old times.
"Remember the time when you got so angry that you ditched your date? The moment you called, he dumped his own date to drive all the way down to pick you up. And the time when you fell sick, he skipped all his lessons, ignored all his work, and stayed by your side 24/7." Shaking her head, she sighed in disbelief. "He has been your knight in shining armor for the longest time. All the girls in college were so jealous of you! When I saw how he took care of you in college, I was jealous of you. Only the two of you couldn't see that you were in love with each other."
Faith knew. Faith knew every little thing that Zac had done for her, but he had always made it seem like it was because they were childhood friends or brotherly love. She had wished it was more, but Zac never did expressed otherwise, so Faith had kept her feelings locked away in a corner of her heart.
Faith smiled at Jessica. "He asked me to marry him."
Jessica's mouth fell open. "Really? What did you say? Please tell me you said yes."
"Sort of."
"What?"
"We have a deal that in six months' time, if he is still crazy about me, I will agree to marry him."
"My bet is that he will still be there, and you will be engaged! Oh congratulations, Faith!" Jessica gave Faith a tight hug. "I am so thrilled about this!"
As the initial buzz died down, Jessica hesitated before asking, "Are you going to let Dylan know about this?"
Faith leaned back on the couch and let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know, Jess."
"I think he deserves to hear it personally from you or Zac. Think about it." Then standing straight, she adjusted her coat, getting back to the business-Jessica. "And now, I'm going to screw someone over...legally."
No doubt, there was a vicious lawyer in her, ready to be unleashed on Miller. No one should mess around with women.
Faith continued sitting on the couch, dwelling on the conversation she had with Jessica. With everyone they knew, telling them the same thing, Faith was starting to feel like a fool. He did love her; he had always loved her. Why did she even doubt that? Zac would never just fool around with her; he would never hurt her that way, and he would never have taken that step if he wasn't sure of his feelings.
Oh well, it's just six months.
Sighing, Faith wished there was something she could do to let Dylan understand that he didn't really love her; and that it wasn't worth losing someone like Jessica over an infatuation.
Then again, she seemed to be the last person who should get involved. With no solution in mind, Faith decided to focus on her work instead. For now, there were pressing issues to settle.
"Chelsea, get the Head of PR over. There is some damage control we need to do," Faith said through the intercom.
She was getting the hang of the job and was rather enjoying it. Although a heavy responsibility, she was glad to take the load off her father. She had been putting in an effort help children all over the world, hoping to make a difference in their lives. Yet, she had been selfish enough to forget that her family needed her help and support as well.
She was still going to contribute money to the children; there was no way she was going to forget about them, but her priority now would have to be her father. Her father had been taking care of her all her life, and now it was her turn to take over. She was no longer a child.
Just before lunchtime, Zac called. "I'm sorry love; the meeting is taking longer than expected. I can't meet you for lunch today."
"It's all right, silly. I'll just take a cab over to visit my dad and sponge off my parents for lunch."
He laughed at her statement. "All right. There is no need for the cab though; I had Mindy to drive the car over. It should already be sitting in your parking space."
That was exactly what Zac would do. Even if he couldn't meet her, he would make every necessary arrangement to make sure she was well taken care of. "Thanks Zac."
"Hi mum, grandma, where's dad?" Faith strolled into her parents' house to find the two ladies sitting on the sofa with a pile of invoices and papers before them, probably another charity night gala that they were organizing.
Despite all the stories about mother and daughter-in-laws, the relationship between her mother and grandmother had always been great. Perhaps because her grandmother had always been really modern and was always supportive of her mother. If they did quarrel, it was never in front of her.
"Hi darling, he's taking a nap. Where's Zac?"
"His meeting ran late, so I thought I would drop by for lunch."
"Sure my dear, you can join us for lunch. Now, since Zac is not around, can you tell me why you are making that poor boy suffer?" Her grandmother laid down all the papers she was holding and took down her spectacles.
Faith joined them on a single seater next to the main sofa. "I'm not trying to make him suffer. I just wasn't sure. We just started out, and I was...I wasn't sure. That's all."
"He loves you. He loved you since he was a boy. I don't know what took him so long and what was with the women in between, but I have always known that he loved you. Your grandma sees everything. You can trust me."
"Yes grandma, the women in between. I'm nothing like them, not in looks or personality. I'm boring, I don't like to go out and party, or entertain people. I like to stay home and read or watch a good movie. I'm plain and boring."
"Of course, you are different from those girls. We didn't raise a child to spend her time on booze, partying or dressing up. You are much better than all those girls out there are. You are way, way, way better, and you are NOT plain." Before Faith could protest, Mrs. Preston raised her finger to stop Faith from speaking. "I'm not saying that because I'm your mother. Zac can see that. And don't you, for one moment, think that we don't know about all the suitors you have turned down."
"And you have always loved him too! His presence alone is always enough to put a smile on your face. Remember when you went on your first mission trip? I know you were insistent, but I could see the apprehension in your eyes too. However, the moment Zac announced that he was going, all your worries melted from your face," Her grandmother added.
"I know. I know. It was just so sudden. I was shocked, that's all."
"So that is a yes? You will say yes to him?" Her grandmother looked as if she was ready to jump up, and squeal like a little girl.
"Yes it is. At the end of our six-month deal."
"What?"
Right, they don't know about it. Of everyone, Zac had been announcing the story to; he had missed out the people who would have derived the most joy from it.
Again, she repeated the story that she had said so many times. Her mother simply smiled and shook her head while her grandmother gave a long exasperated sigh.
"It's six months grandma, don't behave as though it will take six decades."
"I'm an old lady, Faith, who knows if I can wait another six months."
Faith rolled her eye. "I'm sure you have many more six-months, Grandma."
By the time Faith got back to the office, Jessica had all sorts of court letters sent to Wilson Miller and the head of PR had the video of Miller acting like a deranged man trying to swing a punch at Faith in the meeting room played over every channel.
They had completely destroyed his reputation and had truly screwed him over.
Faith sighed. She had no qualms about protecting the company her father had built and Wilson Miller was getting under her skin, but she would have preferred a more amicable ending. There really was no need for things to turn out like this.
Settling one of the resorts, she had to check on the coordination of the opening of another. She worked all day, not realizing that the sun was starting to retire for the day.
"Snack delivery."
Faith looked up, startled. She had immediately recognized his voice, but she was the last person she expected to see.
"Dylan?"
"Hi babe." He stood by the door, not stepping in.
"Come in." Faith smiled. They had been friends for the longest time, and she just wanted to get past the awkward phase and move on.
Does he know?
Faith kept her smile on her face, uncertain if she should mention it or let it pass if he didn't ask.
"Zac told me that you got hurt that day...the day I drove you to work."
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." They had talked. Perhaps, Zac had already told him.
"Still, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you walk." He walked over and placed a small box on her desk, before sitting down on the chair opposite hers. "Cheese cake."
"You're forgiven." Faith smiled and opened the box. She wasn't hungry, but she didn't want Dylan to think that she was still angry with him. A small fork was inside the box, so she picked it up and started eating. "Want some?"
Dylan shook his head. "So, there was some drama going on the news this morning. You handled it well."
"Thanks. Wish it didn't have to end up this way."
Dylan nodded, placating rather than comprehending. Unlike Zac, Dylan wouldn't understand why Faith would feel horrible about what had happened. Even though he knew that such an episode might result in a long or permanent unemployment for Wilson Miller, to Dylan, it was a necessity, and he always did what he needed to get what he wanted.
"How's your dad? Better?"
"Yes, he's back home and much better. Thanks for asking." Faith kept her eyes on the cheesecake.
Reaching over, Dylan took one of her hands. "I was an ass, a complete jerk. I am really sorry. I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. You know that right?"
Faith smiled. She wanted to take her hand back but didn't want to appear to be rude. "I know, Dylan. I forgive you, don't worry about it."
When Dylan continued to hold on to her hand, Faith knew more was coming. "I know you and Zac are an item now, but I just want to let you know that I'm not giving up. I love you Faith, and unlike him, I'm not a playboy."
Faith's eye widened. Did Dylan come over to bad-mouth Zac?
"Did you come over to tell me this?" Faith snatched her hand back and pushed the cheesecake away.
"I don't mean to upset you Faith, but we've both seen the women he goes through. I just want you to be prepared. I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't." All sense of guilt that she had been carrying dissipated in an instant. She felt awful for hurting Dylan, but he was obviously only concerned about winning, no matter what the price was.
"I know you don't want to hear me say all these things, but I just had to warn you."
Faith didn't reply, and guessing he was no longer welcomed at that moment, Dylan walked out quietly; leaving Faith to her own thoughts.
"Bye Faith."
Dylan walked out of the office, knowing that he was losing Faith. All's fair in love and war, right?
Zac will never do anything to hurt me. Faith repeated that to herself over and over again. There was no need to dwell on what Dylan had said. Zac had proven how important Faith was to him over the years; there was no need to let her faith in him to waver just because Dylan had said some nonsense. Yes, that was all nothing but nonsense.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
Faith jumped in her seat. "Sorry, love, didn't mean to scare you. I saw Dylan's car pulling out, everything all right?" He walked over, handing her a bouquet of calla lilies and kissed her.
"Yes, he brought cake and apologized for what happened." Faith smiled.
"You sure everything is all right?" Zac asked again, concerned.
"Yes," She wrapped her arm around his and leaned onto his shoulder. "Let's get out of here."
Zac was always so warm. The heat that was radiating from him melted all the frustration that was within her. She tightened her arm around Zac and beamed at him. "I love you."
Zac chuckled softly and kissed her lightly on her lips. "I love you too, Faith. Always."
Faith appeared to be deep in thoughts when Zac walked into the office, but she was all smiles by the time they got home.
Zac bought a picnic mat and planned for them to spend the night stargazing. With the champagne and food, which Zac had bought before meeting her, they dined under the blanket of stars.
"This is really romantic. Better than any expensive restaurant in the world," Faith said as she lay on Zac's lap. "Thanks Zac."
Zac smiled and brushed her hair from her face. His index finger gently stroked across her forehead and down her jaw and cheek. Faith closed her eyes, feeling his warm finger leaving a trail of heat down the side of her face. She let out a soft sigh of contentment, enjoying his gentle touch.
Using his elbow to support her neck, he lifted her slightly off his lap and lay down across the mat beside her. He pulled her close, laying her head on his chest and brushed her hair while he hooked his free hand behind his head. Faith's hand moved to his chest and ran her fingers across the soft cotton shirt he was wearing.
Her simple caress across his chest was sending waves of heat through his body, and Zac shifted his hand from the back of his head to hold down her fingers. His hand easily covered hers and Faith could feel his chest moving up and down while she listened to his heartbeat.
The steady thud of his heartbeat was like a comforting lullaby, coupled with the heat that was keeping her cozy, so she soon dozed off. Zac wanted to stay there for the whole night and watch her sleep. He could hear her slow breaths and her hand held onto the shirt on his chest like how she had when he was shielding her from the reporters on the day after her father's health episode.
The weather, on the other hand, wasn't cooperating. The breeze was getting chilly, and Zac didn't want Faith to get sick.
He tried to minimize his movements, but the moment Zac started to shift his weight, Faith stirred. She was still in her drowsy state and Zac hurried to hush her back to sleep.
"Shh...Go back to sleep, I'll get you back to your room." He kissed her lightly on her forehead and saw the corner of her lips turn up. He easily scooped her into his arms and immediately, Faith leaned onto his chest.
He carried her back into her house and back onto her bed. Faith was snuggled up in his arms, and as he tried to set her down, she snuggled closer and held on to his shirt. Still, he could lay her down and walk out, but he didn't want to let go of her either.
He stood by the side of the bed with Faith still in his arms. He knew that he should just set her down and walk out of her room, but a war was raging within him. He was fighting the urge to scoot into bed and hold her while she slept, to have his arms around her, and have her close to him. Eventually, the flimsy reason that it was better to hold her to sleep than wake her up by setting her down won.
When Faith opened her eyes in the morning, she felt Zac's chest against her back, and she snuggled deeper into his arms. Zac had reacted by pulling her in and tightening the arm on her waist. He breathed in her hair and smiled. "Morning, love."
"Morning," Faith's words came out slurry. She was still half-asleep. She placed her arm over Zac's and intertwined their hands. Then all of a sudden, she gasped and sat up straight, startling Zac.
"What?" Zac rolled aside and ran his hand through his hair.
Faith had turned and she was looking at Zac with her mouth wide open. "What are you doing in my bed? Did we..."
Zac laughed when he realized what Faith was talking about. Pulling her back down onto the bed and into his arms, he assured her that nothing happened.
"I wanted to put you down and go back to my own bed, but you were clinging onto my shirt and I didn't want to wake you up." Zac knew it was a lousy excuse. Holding his breath, he waited for Faith's reply.
"Oh."
Faith's voice was soft and uncertain. She was still sifting through her mind, trying to figure out the events that led to them being in bed together.
"Okay. I'll go wash up." Faith smiled and got out of bed, smoothing her hair.
She looked delicious. Her hair was ruffled, but somehow, it made her looked incredibly sexy. It was great waking up beside her, feeling her warmth, her soft skin and smelling her lavender-scented hair. He took in a deep breath. Even her bed smelled of her. He had to stop thinking about her, and his thoughts were straying to where they shouldn't be.
Getting out of bed, he ran his hand through his hair again and walked back to his room. He didn't want to get in her way of preparing for work and he needed a shower.
He let out a sigh, hoping that he didn't scare Faith.
When they were in the car, Zac wanted to make sure that everything was good between them. "Faith, I promise you that nothing happened last night. I just held you while you slept; that's all. I didn't mean to frighten you," Zac said, casting a quick glance at Faith while trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"It's all right, Zac. I just thought I was dreaming. I got a shock when I realized I wasn't. I trust you." Faith reached over and gave his hand a tight squeeze.
Zac knew the worst was over. Faith truly wasn't angry with him, and he started to feel playful again.
"You dreamed of me in bed with you? Does that happen often?" Zac squinted his eyes, pretending to scrutinize Faith's face.
Faith blushed and looked away. She bit her lips to stop herself from smiling, but the corners of her lips stubbornly defied her. She knew Zac was joking with her, but it was still embarrassing her. "Idiot."
Zac had to laugh at her reaction.
He had wanted to tease her further but decided against it in the end.
At the end of the week, Zac did stop staying at Faith's house. He didn't want Faith to feel suffocated by him. He had spent as much time as he could with her, and his reasons for staying were getting rather pathetic. Faith's father was getting better, and she was doing fine at work. The resort was coming into place without too much of a problem, and everything was on schedule. It would definitely be ready on the scheduled opening day.
Zac had always known Faith was capable. This time around, a tiny part of him wished that she wasn't that capable, so then he would have some excuse to stick around her.
Zac laughed at his own childish thoughts.
He had never been an overprotective boyfriend. In fact, he had never been much of a boyfriend.
He wasn't one of those who would spend more than two nights in a row with a girl. He liked his space and the freedom of being able to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Yet with Faith, things were so different.
Though, he was no longer staying over, he would be at her house bright and early each day; have breakfast with her and drive her to work. He was there for dinner almost every night, except for those few nights where he had business to attend. Even on those nights, he would drop by her house with a small snack to spend some time with her before going home.
Lying on his bed, Zac reached over and pulled out a black velvet box from his drawer. He opened the box and took out the solitaire, twirling it around, watching the diamond sparkle as it catches the different rays of light in his room. He had the ring designed and made the next day after the six-month deal he had with Faith. He had no intention of waiting that long, he was definitely going to cheat and try to get her to agree to his proposal much sooner than that.
He would have gotten a bigger and more expensive diamond, but he knew Faith liked plain and simple things. He examined the white gold band that is made up of two intertwined lines. He had thought about something meaningful to inscribe and ended up with the word 'Forever'.
It really was just what he wanted, a life with her, forever.
He had also considered giving Faith his mother's ring. It was a family heirloom, passed down to the women in the Hayden family. It had been in his family for generations and Faith absolutely loved things that had a story behind it. Then again, the love stories involving the ring hadn't been that great and somehow, he just couldn't bring himself to give a ring with that kind of loveless background to her.
They could start their own love story, a ring that would have a great story, which they could pass down to their children. Their story, their love. The thought of it warmed his heart and a small smile crept up his face.
Zac had been trying to come up with a plan for two whole weeks. A plan that would sweep her off her feet and be so touching that she would say yes to him without a second thought. He had even been silly enough to Google 'good proposal ideas' on the Internet but still, he couldn't come up with anything.
An expensive and romantic dinner at the best restaurant in the world; with the most scenic view wouldn't work for her. She would definitely prefer something sweet and romantic, something that just involved the two of them. Faith never liked an audience.
He placed the ring back into the black velvet box, and placed it back into the drawer, before leaning back onto his pillow. Zac was confident that if he played his cards right, Faith wouldn't be able to say no.
When he got to Faith's house the next day, George, as usual, had already opened the door before he was out of his car.
"Miss Preston is on the phone. I believe she's still in her room."
Zac nodded and proceeded up the stairs.
"I can't expect him to drop his work and accompany me there at a moment's notice, Dad. I will be fine on my own; it's just a few days."
He peered into the room and she was stuffing clothes into a black travel bag while talking on the phone. He walked quietly behind her and pulled her into his arms.
"All right, Zac's here. I'll call you when I get back."
Hanging up the phone, she casually tossed it onto her bed.
"You know, as a fiancée, it is your right to ask me to drop my work at a moment's notice to accompany you," Zac teased as he nuzzled her neck.
Faith closed her eyes as his soft lips moved down her neck and onto her shoulders. She took in a deep breath and relaxed against his back.
"Where are you going?" he whispered into her ears as he continued his assault of kisses up and down her neck.
Faith struggled to put words together in her befuddled brain, but the kisses were making it impossible. Nudging him in his chest, she pushed him away to create some space between them. "I can't think properly when you do this."
Zac laughed and took a step back.
"Some private resort on some island is up for sale. The owner is my dad's friend, and wanted to know if he would be interested. So, I have been ordered to take the company plane down to check it out. It's supposed to be beautiful and private. Apparently, it is only accessible by boat and only the resort provides the transport, so unless you are a paying customer, there is no other way for you to get onto the island."
"You're going alone?" His tone turned dangerous, and Faith knew that his dragon-slaying mode was once again activated.
Chuckling, she turned around and took his hand. "Yes...and I will be fine. It's just a resort, and judging from how difficult it is to get there, I will be pretty safe."
Zac tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her close. "Pretty safe is not good enough. Take someone. Jessica? Then she can look through any documents and so forth."
Faith controlled her urge to laugh. Zac could be ridiculous at times like this, but laughing would only make matters worse. "Don't worry Zac, I will be fine. Uncle Roger arranged the lodgings personally."
"Roger Tuner?"
"Yes."
"How long will you be gone?"
"A day or two, at most three." Then seeing his sigh, Faith continued, "Dad said to ask you along, and I would have, but I know it's last minute. I didn't want to mess up your plans. However, if you have the time to spare, you are extremely welcome to join me."
"There are some things that I need to do today. Maybe, I can join you tonight or tomorrow?"
"Sure, I'll call you with the information, and when you can make it, you can arrange with them to set up transport."
Zac's mood brightened a little. At least, he wouldn't be missing her the entire three days. He could get his work done and meet her there. After all, he did own a company jet, too.
"Will you consider asking Jessica to go along with you?" Zac asked again, trying his chance.
"No. You'll be there tonight or tomorrow morning, right? I can survive a day alone." Stretching up to give him a light kiss and a stern look to warn him that she would hear no more of it.
The moment Zac dropped Faith off at the Preston building; he called Mindy.
"Push all my necessary meetings to as early as you can and then cancel everything else."
"All right."
"Then arrange for the company jet to be ready once my last meeting is over. Also, I will need you to pick up my bag from Margaret any time before that."
"All right. Anything else?"
"No. That's all for now."
"Do not hang up!" Mindy got her words before her boss could hang up on her. "Mr. Charles called. He left a message for you to call back when you're free."
The name that was so familiar was the last person whom he would have guessed left the message. "Dylan? You sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Dylan Charles."
"Got it."
Zac ran through the possibilities of why Dylan was calling. He couldn't help but have an inkling that something wasn't right. The last time he walked out of his office; he knew it would be some time before they would be speaking to each other.
Whatever it was, he wanted to get it over and done. Once he hung up the call with Mindy, he immediately called Dylan. "You were looking for me?"
"Free to talk? Say over dinner?"
Zac groaned internally. He was intending to clear up all the necessary work and meet up with Faith as soon as he could. Of all the days, Dylan had to choose the worst.
"Busy?" Dylan probed when there was no reaction.
"No, dinner is fine."
Faith brushed her hand against the neutral beige colors of the walls within the villa while her bare feet sashayed along the floor that was paved with polished dark brown parquet. The neutral settings of the room were given a buzz of life with small orange pillows on the long couch and a bed cover of shimmering bronze over the bed. Every decor in the room was placed to exude a sense of peace and relaxation.
She slide the glass panels aside and walked out to the balcony, which was furnished with a Jacuzzi and two sunbathing chairs. Leaning against the railing, Faith closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she listened to the sound of waves crushing and took in the sea breeze.
The management had arranged a perfect villa for her. It was one of those villas, which were more like a small apartment being built slightly beyond the edge of the beach, with the sea directly below it.
It had been some time since she had spent time on a holiday like this. Before taking over the company, she split her time between reading novels and missionary work overseas.
She had stayed over in good hotels while on mission trips. Her father had made her promise that whenever she was in a major city, she would check into a good hotel with good security. Other than the hotel room, she never saw much of the cities where she had been.
Even in the hotel, she would be so tired that the only thing she enjoyed would be a good bath, and then crash onto her bed to have a good sleep before heading home.
Letting out a soft, satisfied sigh, Faith opened her eyes and took in the surroundings. It was a picture perfect scene from where she was standing. The small waves came in continuously, gently washing up against the wooden beams of the villa.
When the manager had walked her to the villa, she realized that the villas were placed far apart from one another. A wooden bridge from the shore stretched out toward the villas that seemed to be floating on the sea. The whole setting was extremely romantic. She closed her eyes again, indulging in the rhythmic waves and allowed the gentle sea breeze to ruffle her hair.
Before leaving, the manager had informed her that due to some delays in Mr. Turner's flight, he would only arrive later in the afternoon. Faith knew about it already. Her father had given Roger Turner her phone number and his personal assistant had already called to inform her of the delay and apologized.
After admiring the scenic view, Faith realized that it was relatively early, and she still had a few hours before having to meet Uncle Roger. She looked out at the sea again, and this time, she sighed softly. If only Zac is here, the picture will be complete.
She had told the manager she was expecting Mr. Hayden later that day and the manager had promised Faith that she would personally ensure that the transport be arranged once he called.
Glancing over at the luxurious bed, it was tempting to just laze on the bed and read a novel but she knew she had work to do, so she grabbed her cell phone and decided to do some exploring. She rang up the front desk and just fifteen minutes later, the manager showed up at her door, ready to give her a tour of the place.
Faith took pictures and notes on her cell phone while they took a tour of the resort grounds. Her father had given her full rein on the decision for the acquisition of the private resort, but Faith would definitely want to run it through with Zac, and a few of the senior employees back in the office.
Personally, she loved the place and she wouldn't hesitate to return as a paying visitor. Still, if Solomon, being the wisest person who ever lived had surrounded himself with counsels, she was definitely going to follow his example.
When she got back to her room, she scribbled down all her thoughts as she scanned through the photographs on her laptop. She made a list of all the things she disliked and liked about the place and the improvements that needed to be done.
When she was done, she looked at the clock and decided to take a quick shower before meeting Uncle Roger.
"Hello Faith," Uncle Roger smiled warmly and opened his arms for a hug.
Faith leaned in and gave him a quick hug. "Hello Uncle Roger."
"Faith! All grown up and taking over your old man's job!" His booming laughter attracted quite a few stares from the patrons, but he was nonchalant about it. "If only I have a child to take over my business."
Faith smiled, uncertain of the right response to his statement.
"Oh don't worry; I was the one who chose not to have children when I was younger. I made my choice, and I live with it."
As they both settled into their chairs and ordered their dinner, Roger Turner broached the subject about selling the resort. "Well Faith, you can see that your Uncle Roger is no longer a young brute. I'm intending to liquidate some of my assets and businesses to prepare for my retirement."
"This place is beautiful, but I can't give you an answer right now. I need to think about it and look through the figures a little."
"Yes, yes, of course. I don't expect you to give me an answer now. Your old man is a good friend; so I'm giving him the heads up. If you're not interested, I will find someone else.
Faith nodded. "Thanks, give me a week, and I will get back to you?"
"Not a problem. You know my number."
When work was done, they made some small talk on their respective families, with Faith assuring Uncle Roger that her father's health was well on the road to recovery. Then, with a playful look, Uncle Roger went on, "So, I heard you are dating one of the most eligible bachelors available."
Faith smiled shyly; she hadn't thought of Uncle Roger, as one would flip through the gossip magazines.
He registered the shock and perhaps, confusion, on her face and laughed. "You know how the wives' networks are. My wife heard it from both your grandmother and mother. Then, the information flowed down to me."
Faith nodded in understanding. Yes, she had heard about the amazing wives network. Information flowed among the wives really quickly and rather freely.
"Yes, I'm dating one of the most eligible bachelors."
"Great, that's great. You guys have been friends since you were little, right? I remember seeing the two of you together quite often."
"Yes." Faith beamed unconsciously as she thought about the young Zac.
"Why isn't he here with you?"
"He has some business to take care of, but he should be coming over when he is done."
"Great, my wife will be coming in tomorrow afternoon. Join us for lunch." Uncle Roger had made it a statement rather than a question. Faith knew that if his wife was coming, it would definitely be an hour of drilling of information about Zac, but she couldn't push it away, it was impolite.
"Sure," Faith managed to keep the polite smile on her face despite the dread that was building up in her heart.
After saying their goodbyes at the restaurant, Faith was escorted back to her villa by the manager. She spent the rest of the night lounging on the couch, reading. She had left the doors to the balcony opened so that she could read to the symphony of the crashing waves.
She was completely lost in her book, and before she knew it, hours had gone by. Faith glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was nearly midnight. Perhaps Zac wouldn't be coming that night after all. She put down her book and checked her phone again. Nothing.
Would it kill him to drop me a text message?
Faith sighed. She was behaving ridiculously. He did only say he would try to meet her that night. Perhaps, he was really busy at work, and there was no reason for her to be frustrated. Zac didn't tell her to wait for him. She could set her book down and go to sleep anytime she wanted.
She slammed her book close. Stop behaving like a spoilt brat Faith.
She stood up from the couch, plugged in the adaptor to charge her phone, and got into the bed. She closed her eyes and forced herself to go to sleep. She tried counting sheep, imagining herself to be floating serenely in a peaceful river, but the result of it all was more tossing and turning in bed.
Zac glanced at his watch again; it was already nearing midnight. He had intended to meet Faith after dinner, but there he was in a nightclub with Dylan.
Over dinner, Dylan apologized and even said he was happy for them. Though something in his gut wasn't sitting right, Zac was still elated to get his old pal back. He knew Faith would be delighted with the news and would understand why he was late.
However, right now, every cell within him wanted to be with Faith, not at some nightclub. He had told Dylan that he was supposed to meet Faith, but Dylan insisted they go out for a while, and promised he would inform Faith about their outing.
He would have informed her on his own, if his cell phone hadn't died on him.
The whole day was chaotic; since he was meeting Dylan at night, he told Mindy to stick to the original schedule. The meetings dragged, and Zac rushed to complete additional work so that he could free up the next few days.
The, for a while that Dylan promised was dragging longer than expected and the women who were coming on to him were starting to irritate him. The last thing he wanted was for some paparazzi to snap a photo of him with another girl. He had politely stepped away from the women, pushing them away as lightly as possible without offending anyone, but his patience was wearing thin.
"Hi handsome!"
Not another one. Zac turned and smiled wryly. "Nicole." I need to get out of here. He scanned his eyes around the club's floor for Dylan; he had to tell him that he was leaving; he wasn't interested in staying there any longer.
"I missed you, how are you?" Nicole came around and draped her arm over his.
Zac drew his arm back and took two steps back. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm fine, and I'm on my way out. Goodbye Nicole."
He had turned to leave, not knowing that Nicole followed him right outside. From behind, she wrapped her arms around his waist and clung to him. "Oh, come on Zac. We haven't met in a while, let's hang out."
Zac sighed. He pried her hands from his waist and turned around. "My girlfriend is waiting for me. Goodbye Nicole."
He turned away from her, intending to leave, but she threw her hands around his neck and before he could think; her lips were on his.
Zac gripped her shoulders and ripped her from him, holding her at arm's length. "Nicole, stop this! I'm not interested and for the last time, goodbye."
He might have seen wrongly, but he thought he saw a smirk on her face. Regardless, he turned and walked away, taking as large a stride as he possibly could so that he could put more distance between himself and Nicole.
He muttered a curse beneath his breath and took out his phone. He had wanted to leave Dylan a message. He touched the screen, but no light came on. Then, he remembered that the batteries had been out since dinner. Whatever. He would just have to explain to Dylan another time. He slipped into his car and sped all the way back to his house.
On his way to meet Faith, an ominous feeling bugged him as he surmised the events of the day. Something just didn't add up.
"This is the villa Miss Preston is staying at." The manager gestured to the villa at the end of a short wooden bridge and handed Dylan the security card.
"Thanks for arranging everything at such late, I mean, early hours." Zac smiled apologetically.
"It's not a problem, Mr. Hayden. Have a good night."
Zac jogged up to the door and scanned the card. He cringed a little as a beep sound rang from the security system. It was nearly four in the morning. He had rushed home to take a quick shower before grabbing the bag that he had Margaret packed and headed for the resort immediately.
He really didn't want to wake Faith up. He held his breath as he walked in, creeping as softly as he could.
"Zac?" He sighed and shook his head. Whatever made him think that he wouldn't wake Faith?
"Yes. It's just me, love. Go back to sleep," Zac coaxed as he got to the side of her bed.
Faith stretched out her hand in the dark, and her palm immediately met Zac's chest. Zac wrapped his hand around hers and held it in place.
"What time is it?" Faith's words came out in a slur, obviously still half-asleep.
"It's nearly four in the morning angel," he whispered. Lifting her hands, he brought them up to his lips and kissed her hand. "Go back to sleep, I'll just sleep on the couch."
"Don't be silly, the bed is big enough for the two of us." Faith pulled her hand from his and scooted over to the other side of the bed, freeing up the side to him.
"You sure?"
"Yes, silly."
"One minute. Let me charge my phone." He jogged over to the table, seeing that Faith's phone was fully charged, he unplugged the adaptor and slot it into his phone. Then as softly as he could, Zac got into bed and pulled her into his chest. He breathed in her hair and whispered, "I have been thinking about you all day. I missed you, angel."
Faith smiled in his chest. "Go to sleep Zac, you must be tired."
Zac tightened his arms around Faith. Yes, he had been looking forward to seeing Faith all day, and there he was with her in his arms. He kissed her hair. "Goodnight Faith, I love you."
Faith vaguely remember Zac coming in, she had heard something about it being nearly four and remembered moving over for him to get into bed. She could feel his arms around her, encasing her. She ran her fingers gently down the length of his muscular arms. Turning around, she laid her head on his chest and listened to the steady drum of his heart.
She drifted in and out of sleep as she leaned on him. The room was getting brighter and glancing over to the clock, she realized that it was already after ten. Slowly, she shifted Zac's hand away from her. She sat up on the bed and brushed the back of her fingers across his cheeks.
Zac gave a soft moan and smiled as Faith slipped out of bed, leaving Zac to sleep alone on the bed.
She had just gotten out of the shower when two loud beeps accompanied by a buzz on the table made her jump. She cast a quick glance over to the bed. Zac shifted slightly on the bed; disturbed by the noise, but his eyes were still closed.
Faith walked over and picked up the phone. Nicole Smith. Faith cocked her head to the side and frowned. She didn't remember knowing any Nicole Smith, but she slid the button by the side of the phone, switching it to silent mode and unplugged the adaptor attached to it before reading the message.
Two messages loaded simultaneously.
We made the news. I miss you. Call me.
Below it, a picture loaded. Faith's mouth fell open. She drew in a ragged breath and stared at the phone in her hand.
Then she realized it. The phone she was holding wasn't hers, it was Zac's. They had the same phone with the same password and even the same wallpaper.
Who is this Nicole Smith and why was Zac's lip locked to hers in the picture?
She closed her eyes, but the image had already imprinted itself in her mind. She laid the phone down quietly on the table and sat down onto the chair. No, it must be a mistake.
Desperately needing some fresh air, she turned and headed for the door. Closing the door behind her, she walked back over the bridge to the shore with the clear white sand. She stood right at the edge of the sand, allowing the water to wash over her feet, dragging sand over to bury them. She looked out to the horizon, trying to focus on anything that would take her mind off the picture she had seen.
The surface of the clear blue sea caught a ray of the light, reflecting it into her eyes. She squinted and shut her eyes tight, taking in a couple of deep breaths. Again, the image of Zac and the Smith girl flashed in her mind. She let out a sigh and forced her eyes open.
Zac will have an explanation. She kept repeating that over and over in her head. She knew for a fact that Zac would never hurt her intentionally, but then again; the picture stated an altogether different reality.
Faith sighed again.
"Morning love."
A strong pair of hands reached over her shoulders, pulling her back. Zac leaned in to kiss her, but Faith stiffened in his arms and tilted her face away from him.
"What's wrong?" Zac stood stunned and confused by her reactions.
Faith kept her eyes on the blue sea before their eyes, refusing to look at Zac directly. "Worked late last night?"
Zac narrowed his eyes and looked at Faith. Her tone was cold and distant; something was severely wrong. He didn't intend to lie about being at the nightclub, but he felt as if he was being tested so he threaded precariously.
"No. Dylan called, and I had dinner with him. Then he dragged me to the nightclub."
Faith looked away from Zac's face and sighed. At least he was telling the truth, he wasn't lying. "Why didn't you call me?"
Zac smiled. "Didn't Dylan tell you? He said he would drop you a text to let you know we were going out. Is that what you were angry about? My battery died during dinner, and I didn't get a chance to charge it till I got here. I thought he had already informed you. I'm sorry if you got worried."
"That should be the least of your worry." Faith shrugged off his hands around her shoulders and stalked back to the villa without turning to look at Zac. She didn't know how to explain to him about what she saw, showing him the picture would be better than having her explain it.
Zac trotted behind her; the uncertainty was making him anxious. Something he did had angered her but having no idea what, he decided it was best to keep silent before he knew what he was dealing with.
Faith picked up the phone and turned to him. "This is what you should be worried about."
When Zac saw the screen, he face paled. He shook his head vehemently. "This is not what it seems. I...she..."
"You have ten seconds to set me straight."
"She came on to me. I pushed her away and walked out. She followed and kissed me. I pushed her away immediately. I swear," the words came pouring out of him.
Faith narrowed her eyes and looked at him. "If you were with Dylan, why wasn't he in the picture as well?"
Zac took the cell phone from her and set it back down on the table.
"I didn't know where he had gone. I tried to look for him and tell him I was leaving, and was going to look for you, but I couldn't find him and I couldn't call him. When Nicole came on to me, I had enough and left. I had no idea she was right behind me until she threw herself at me. Faith, I swear, I didn't kiss her, I pushed her back immediately. It was nothing."
"You know this woman, first name basis."
"She's the daughter of a business associate. I had never been out with her except when she joined in one of the dinners I had with her father."
"Was she the one in your office? The day when I got home."
"Yes. When I didn't answer her calls or reply her texts, she came over to the office to look for me. She was throwing some hissy fit at the lobby, and I didn't want to create a scene, so I let her up. I didn't know she would hurl herself at me."
Zac winced slightly when he heard his own words. Twice, Faith had seen his lips locked with Nicole. Now, he was insisting that twice, he didn't know better. It sounded like a pathetic lie even to him.
When Faith didn't speak, he continued, "My angel, the whole time I was with Dylan, all I wanted to do was to leave and come meet you. I will never hurt you this way; you mean the world to me Faith. Look at me, you always knew when I was lying. Look at me and tell me if you think I'm lying."
Faith bit her lips and shook her head slightly. He didn't seem to be lying; neither did she think that he would hurt her that way. However, the pictures, the pictures seemed to paint a different story.
She continued staring into his eyes, and Zac looked right back. No, he wasn't lying. Faith was sure, but still, she couldn't get herself to shake the picture off her mind.
Although Zac seemed to be telling the truth, the anger, jealousy, and uncertainty wouldn't ease. She knew that it would take time for her to calm down and stop being upset about what she saw. She sighed and not wanting to dwell on the subject any further, she spoke of something else.
"I wasn't checking up on you. I thought it was my phone."
"What?"
"When the phone rang, I thought it was mine, so I checked the message."
Zac kept his eyes on hers. "You can look through my things all you want. I don't mind. Tell me that you believe me, Faith. Please," His voice faltered toward the end and her heart softened.
Zac loved her. There was no way he would do such a thing to hurt her and thinking about it, there simply wasn't enough time for him to fool around with the girl and still get to the resort before four.
"Faith?" Zac reached his hand up and rubbed his thumb across her cheek. Faith closed her eyes and leaned in.
"I trust you. It's just that the photos," Faith bit her lips. "It's hard to see."
Zac heaved a sigh of relief and pulled Faith into his arms. "I'm so sorry, Faith, I'm sorry you have to see something like this." Then lifting her from his chest, he looked at her. "I love you more than anything in the world. I should have known better about joining Dylan at the nightclub. No more clubs for me."
Faith nodded in his arms. She believed him. Knowing Zac's background, such a situation might come up again. She needed to make up her mind once and for all to trust him and not be rattled over such things. It was going to be difficult, but she was at least going to try.
"We have to meet Uncle Roger and his wife for lunch later. Do you want to get some more rest? It is still rather early." Faith squirmed, trying to step out of his hug.
"You don't have anything planned?" Zac kept his arms over her, refusing to barge. He was slightly relieved, but was afraid that if he were to let go, Faith might just go running out of the door and away from him. It was the picture against his words. Faith said she trusted him, but there was still something in her eyes. He couldn't decide if it was uncertainty or fear.
Faith squirmed again. Yes, she was definitely still upset over it. Who wouldn't be?
He released the stronghold on her but kept his hands on her shoulders. As he stepped back, he half expected Faith to turn around and walk out of the door. Instead, she looked straight at him. "I was intending to explore some areas beyond the resort."
"I'm not included in your plans?" Zac asked.
"You got in late, so don't you want some more rest?"
"No, if you don't find me a bother, I much rather spend time with you," Zac said with all the sincerity he could muster. Faith wasn't angry with him over the picture, but she certainly wasn't pleased about the whole situation.
"All right then, I'll wait for you to wash up." Then she turned and walked out to the balcony.
He would have to do something to coax her into a better mood.
Why didn't Dylan text Faith? He closed his eyes and went to take a shower. He wasn't trying to find an excuse, he did think that with Dylan there, there wouldn't be any trouble, but something about this whole situation seemed off.
Dylan had insisted on going to that particular club and then disappeared after promising to drop Faith a text. Stop finding fault with others Zac. You screwed it up, now you fix it.
By the time Zac had emerged from his shower, he was determined to be the most caring and considerate boyfriend anyone could ever be. He was going to let Faith know he was serious about being with her, and that there would be no one else but her. He was somehow going to get her into a better mood and forget about the whole stupid photograph, which some moron snapped.
When they left the villa to have lunch with Mr. Turner and his wife, Faith had smiled at him and chatted as if nothing happened. Zac's relief inched up a notch and thought that perhaps with a little more time, Faith would put the whole situation behind them.
However, that was completely ruined by Mrs. Turner. She was definitely one who had nothing better to do than read all the gossip magazines in the world. She had started out the lunch rather cordially, asking about all the details on how they met and when they got together. Then, out of nowhere, she dropped a comment that almost caused Zac to choke on his food.
"You must be really open-minded. I was just telling your Uncle Roger here that you would probably be so upset that you would not even turn up for lunch."
Though she didn't specify what she was talking about, everyone at the table knew what she was referring to. The photo must have made its way into some gossip magazine or website.
Everyone at the table froze simultaneously. Zac's jaws clenched. He knew how ladies of leisure spent much of their time gossiping, but it was just plain rude for Mrs. Turner to try to get information from Faith through such a despicable manner.
"My dear, that's enough." Mr. Turner saw Zac's reaction and cut in before his wife dwelled further on the subject, but the damage was already done.
Despite the smile that Faith held on her face, the smile never reached her eyes. Zac knew the smile, the diplomatic smile that she puts on to entertain and hide her true feelings.
"If the person who had snapped the photo continued to take another shot, you would see me pushing the girl away. Some women just don't know when to stop," He looked straight into Mrs. Turner's eyes, letting her know that the last sentence was meant for her as well.
Zac saw Mr. Turner take in a breath and pat his hand on his wife's leg, but she wasn't going to let it go. "It doesn't change the fact that you kissed the girl."
Zac placed down his utensils and was ready for an all-out daggers-behind-the-smiles battle with Mrs. Turner when Faith spoke. "Mrs. Turner, thanks for your concern, but you don't have to worry about me. I have a knack for knowing when a person is lying, and I could tell that Zac wasn't lying when he said the girl threw himself at him. I'm also rather capable of doing some simple math. There was simply no time for him to be fooling around with another person and still make it here at the time he did."
Then, Faith reached over and placed her hand on Zac's. "Zac had been protecting me my whole life; there is no way that he will hurt me like that. So, go ahead and pass it down the chain. We're doing fine."
Removing her hand from Zac's, she reached over for Mrs. Turner's. "Maybe, you can snap a photo of us kissing and help us pass it along to the same magazine you saw the gossip on," Faith ended her sentence with a wink and soft laugh.
Poison laced all of her words but Faith kept the amiable and innocent smile on her face. Her mother and grandmother had definitely trained her well. Zac had to turn his head from the table. The smile that he couldn't contain wouldn't be well received by Mrs. Turner.
Knowing what was going on, Mr. Turner laughed along. It was Mrs. Turner's turn to be stunned. She didn't expect Faith to have a saucy side.
Zac smirked when he saw the dumbfounded Mrs. Turner.
Mr. Turner was getting a little worried about the situation at hand. He still wanted to let Faith buy his resort and he wasn't going to let his wife ruin it. "Yes, that would be a good idea." He laughed again before giving his wife a tight squeeze on her thigh.
The rest of the dinner passed relatively peacefully. No one brought up that topic again, and small talks ranging from weather to politics took over.
"For a moment, I thought she might jump across the table and strangle, or scratch you with her ridiculously long nails."
"You would protect me if she did."
Zac pulled her close and kissed her on her forehead. "I definitely would."
After lunch, Faith had kept to herself. She settled herself on the couch and continued reading her book, not saying much. Zac knew she was upset. She always withdrew into herself whenever things went wrong, but he wasn't giving up.
He kept talking to her, joking with her and did everything in his power to put a smile on her face. His initial efforts reaped only small nods and wry smiles. Slowly, but surely, Faith relented.
It was difficult to stay upset with Zac when she saw all the effort he was putting in to put a smile back on her face. She knew Zac had never put in effort to get any of the girls before; they threw themselves at him, and they were always the ones trying to please him.
The explanation Zac gave her had sounded ridiculous. It was difficult to imagine how he could be caught in a jam, twice, with the same Smith girl. However, Faith knew that women did throw themselves at him. She had been in situations where women approached Zac even with her hand on his arm.
At first, she was in awe at the audacity of those women. Then she found it amusing that there were women who could completely cast their dignity aside in hope of landing a date with Zac. In the end, she just felt sad for them.
Now, Faith knew that he was trying everything to get her back to smiling terms. It was difficult for him to keep trying despite Faith's cold reaction, but he did and he succeeded.
That night, they had dinner brought to their room while they both lazed on the bed and chatted. Faith told him about the resort and her thoughts, asking him for his. Zac was contented to have Faith in his arms while she leaned on his chest and chatted away. They talked for the whole night until they both dozed off.
Though Faith had all the information she needed to make a decision on the acquisition of the resort, they decided to stay another day. She had a great time with Zac there, away from all the reporters and having time to themselves. It gave her a glimpse into the life they could have together, just the two of them.
They spent the morning riding horses and exploring the amazing scenery beyond the resort. After a nap in the afternoon, Faith woke up to an empty room. It was nearly evening, and the sun was starting its descend. She flipped to her side and saw a pearl-white box with a golden ribbon tied around it. Curious, Faith sat up and took the box.
A small card was tied to the ribbon.
Wear this for our dinner tonight.
Faith tugged at the ribbon and opened the box. A beautiful cream dress with a golden sash around the waist was within. She ran her fingers over the surface of the dress, feeling the smooth silk beneath her skin. She smiled blissfully, and a warm glow of happiness surged in her body.
She placed it aside, and got out of bed to get ready for dinner.
When she was ready, she settled on the couch and waited. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to call him or wait for him in the villa? Just when she was about to pick up the phone to call Zac, there was a slight knock on the door.
Faith opened the door beaming, expecting to see Zac behind the door, but it wasn't. Instead, the manager was standing there in her neatly pressed uniform and broad smile.
"Are you ready, Miss Preston? Mr. Hayden told me to escort you for dinner when you are ready."
"Yes. I'm ready," Faith smiled as she wondered what was going on. Unable to suppress her curiosity, Faith had to ask, "What is going on? Where is Zac?"
The manager smiled at her politely. "I'm taking you to Mr. Hayden now. He's waiting for you to have dinner."
Faith knew that she wasn't going to get more out of her, so she followed along, knowing she would get her answer soon enough.
After a fifteen minutes' walk, Faith saw Zac standing before a cabana on the white sands. His well-cut white shirt showed off his broad shoulders. He had folded up the sleeves to below his elbow and was holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers.
Faith grinned as she moved toward the cabana. Taking her eyes away from Zac, she saw that the cabana was covered with soft, flowing, peach-colored translucent cloth, moving along with the wind. The orange tint from the setting sun cast a perfect atmosphere on the surroundings.
Moving closer, Faith saw red rose petals all around the cabana. Taking in a deep breath, she could smell the fragrance of the rose mingled with the sea breeze.
Faith saw Zac casting a glance to her side and nodded. She followed his gaze and realized that the manager was still beside her. She had completely forgotten about her. "Thanks," Faith mumbled, before looking back at Zac.
He had started walking toward her, wearing the warmest smile. "You look beautiful."
He handed her the flowers and pulled her in to kiss her. Stepping aside, he took her hand and led her toward the cabana. Using his free hand, he pushed the cloth lining the cabana aside and pulled her in.
A table set with candles and more red rose petals lined the floor. "When did you set this up?"
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, it's really romantic and sweet." Faith draped her hands over his shoulders and kissed him. "Thanks, Zac. This is wonderful."
Zac chuckled. "As long as you like it." Pulling out the chair, he waited for Faith to settle down, before moving over across the table to settle onto his seat.
"So, you haven't answered me. When did you plan this?"
"This morning, I got out early and told the manager what I wanted. She did most of the work. Then I came to check on it while you were taking your nap."
Faith looked at Zac and smiled. His effort really touched her, but words seemed to fail her. No words could express what she wanted to say, so she had to settle for three simple words. "I love you."
Zac reached over and took her hands to his lips. "I love you too," he whispered as he kissed her fingers.
Zac and Faith went straight to her parent's house when they got back. After the polite greetings and hugs, her mother and grandmother drilled her on every detail of their trip and the lunch they had with Mrs. Turner.
Apparently, Mrs. Turner had called and told them about the photograph and their conversation during lunch. However, she didn't mention how she got the information out of Faith. She had said that the lunch went smoothly and that Faith had confided in her.
Zac rolled his eyes and shook his head when he heard that.
Faith knew Mrs. Turner wouldn't complain about her manners to her mother or grandmother. After all, the two of them pulled serious weight in the wives network, and it wasn't wise to bad-mouth their beloved girl.
She gave her elders the true rundown of the event.
Zac was rather tense, knowing that he was the reason for the whole fiasco, but they had completely ignored the bit about the photo and jumped straight to criticizing Mrs. Turner's behavior.
"I'm going to look for dad, Zac you want to come along?"
Knowing that there was a chance her elders would pounce on Zac about the photograph the moment she stepped out of the room, she decided to save him from that possibility. The corner of her lips turned up when she saw the relief in Zac's face.
Along with Zac, Faith entered the study to find her father reading. "Hi dad, I'm back."
She went through all the information and thoughts with her father, while Zac looked through the books on the shelf. After telling her father all the information, her father simply told her that he trusted her and she had the final say.
When they were leaving, Faith's father suddenly spoke when they were at the door. "Zac, I can't remember if I actually told you this before, but if I did, there seems to be a need for it to be repeated."
Faith bit her lower lip, her father knew about the photograph as well. "Daddy..."
Her father raised his hand and silenced Faith. "If you ever hurt her, I will kill you, personally."
Zac squared his shoulders and smiled. "Yes sir, if I ever do, you have permission to do so."
She gently squeezed her hand that was in Zac's and gave him a smile before turning back to her father. "Don't worry, dad. That day won't come."
When she finally got home, George informed her that Dylan had called the house a couple of times. Faith nodded and went to her room. She was sure Dylan had seen the photograph, which was the only reason for him to be calling. She didn't want to explain to him or sit through another round of conversation about how Zac was bound to cheat on her eventually, so she was just going to avoid him.
That Saturday, Faith's parents literally dragged her out to spend a day on the yacht. Since Zac had some meetings that he couldn't get out of, Faith was made to spend the torturous day alone with her pestering elders.
She brought along her compilation of Jane Austen's book, ready to use it as a shield against the interrogation she expected from her elders. And indeed, the day went by with her grandmother and mother bugging her about every detail with Zac. Faith kept hiding behind her book, giving them short and simple answers.
Soon, they gave up and left her alone to dwell in Jane Austen's world.
After an entire day of dodging the interrogation from her family, Faith was exhausted as her mother's chauffeur dropped her off by the gate. She plodded up to the front door as though her white cotton dress weighed a ton.
She was expecting George to open the front door for her, but there was completely no movement. She frowned and finally noticed that the house looked unusually dark. Faith never liked to come home to a dark house, so despite all the save-the-earth events that were going on, she always left a light on.
That's weird. Faith slowed her steps, but continued moving toward the door until she saw the yellow post-it note stuck on the door.
Go around back. She took the note off the door and gingerly went round the back. Fear was creeping up on her as she wondered what was going on. Just when she made the turn, small tea candles lit the whole of her backyard and immediately, she noticed a dark shadow standing beside her humongous oak tree.
Realizing that it was Zac, the tension dissipated. As he took a step into the candlelight, Faith stopped in her tracks. He was wearing a suit and holding flowers in his hand. His eyes glittered in the candle light and momentarily, Faith got lost in them.
"I hope I didn't scare you. I know you don't like the dark, so I put as many candles as I could without burning down your house."
Faith chuckled. She looked at Zac, and he appeared to be nervous or excited, she couldn't really tell which.
Zac walked up to her and handed her the bouquet of flowers before taking her hand. His warm hand radiated heat, warming her up all the way to her heart. Lifting up her chin, he bent down and kissed her, softly and gently. "I missed you. I was thinking about you the whole day."
"I missed you too. Wished you were there with me today."
Zac stood straight and ran his hands through her hair. "I built something for you."
"Built?" Faith raised her brows. "I didn't know you could build stuff."
Zac continued pulling her toward the oak tree.
"What did you build? A tree house?"
Zac looked at Faith and lifted her hand to his lips. "You'll see."
When they neared the oak tree, Faith gasped, "My swing! Oh, Zac!"
Zac chuckled. "I'm sorry my love, but it isn't your swing. Not the one from your parent's house. It's brand new."
Faith ran her hand down the line holding the simple light pink plank in place. The ropes were entwined with beautiful flowers. Touching the petals, Faith realized they were artificial, but they were still beautiful. "It looks exactly like the one I had, just more beautiful..."
She continued to play with the flowers entwined around the rope.
"Give it a try," Zac coaxed. She closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her neck. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around and gestured for her to try out the swing.
Faith sat down. Placing her feet on the floor and her hands on the ropes, she gave it a light push. She laughed softly. "Oh Zac, this is so sweet. I can't believe you built this for me."
She lifted her head up to look at Zac and followed his eyes as he got down on one knee. Her eyes widen, but she was too shocked to do anything. Taking her hands from the ropes, he placed her hands on her thighs and his hand on top of hers.
"Faith, the first time I saw you, you were sitting on the swing your father built for you. I remembered thinking, even as a kid, how beautiful you were."
He raised one of his hands and ran the back of his fingers across her cheek. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Since then, I had always made sure that I tagged along with my father when he was coming over, just so I could see you. When things went wrong for me, you were there every step of the way. I know we have just gotten together, but I know in my heart that we are meant to be together, that we can have a blissful life together. I want a life with you, to have our daughter sitting on this very swing you're sitting on."
Zac looked down on the floor and laughed softly before looking back into her eyes. "I know I said six months, but I want to tell the whole world that I love you and that there is no one else but you. And...I don't want to wait six months to do that."
Taking a deep breath, he brought his hand back to hers while another reached into his pocket to fish out the black velvet box. He opened the box, and while hoping that she didn't notice the tremble in his hands, he asked, "Faith, will you marry me?"
Faith let out her breath slowly and reminded herself to breathe. She took out one of her hands from underneath Zac's, touched his face, tracing his cheeks and down his jaws. "Yes. A thousand times yes."
Zac tilted his head back and his rigid shoulders relaxed. Then he smiled and taking the ring out from the box; he slipped the ring onto her hand and pulled Faith's in for a kiss. "I love you." Zac rained kisses on her face, kissing her on her forehead, nose, and cheeks. With each kiss, he would tell her that he loved her.
"Do you like the ring?"
"Yes, it's beautiful. The swing is beautiful. Everything is perfect. You are perfect." Her eyes were on her ring, turning the solitaire this way and that, causing it to shimmer as it caught the candlelight. "Thank you."
She leaned forward and kissed Zac before they went back into the house.
"Where's everyone?" Faith asked as they entered the house.
Zac flipped on the light switches, "I sent everyone to the movies."
"Is this what you were doing the whole afternoon? Did you get my parents to drag me out today?"
"Yes to both questions."
"This is so sweet, Zac. I love you. But...if you ever want me out of the house, can you just send me to the movies like everyone else rather than a whole day of interrogation with my parents?"
Zac laughed heartily and kissed her again, and again, and again.
When Faith leaned back in her bed, she raised her fingers before her face and wriggled her fingers. She turned her hands here and there to look at the ring on her finger. She hadn't taken it off since Zac placed it on her.
Her parents would want to know about it immediately, but she had decided to be selfish and just indulge in the absolute bliss she was feeling. She smiled dazedly in the ceiling and closed her eyes, dreaming about the future with her very own Prince Charming.
"Morning!" Faith chimed as she walked into the kitchen. Zac got up immediately and walked over to Faith. Lifting up her hand, he kissed her ring and her fingers.
"Good morning, my lovely fiancée. How are you this morning?"
Faith smiled like a silly schoolgirl. "Great."
With his hand still holding on to Faith's, he turned aside and announced to everyone in the dining room. "Everyone, my fiancée. My lovely wife-to-be."
The maids giggled while George laughed. "Yes, we have seen her here and there before." He gestured for the rest of the maids to get back to work, while George looked at Faith and smiled slightly. "Congratulations Miss Preston."
"Thanks."
On the drive to her parents' house, Zac looked over and asked. "So angel, any preference on where to hold the wedding?"
"Hmmm...I don't know." Faith looked down at her ring and wriggled her finger under a ray of light.
Zac nodded but didn't say anything. Then after a few moments of silence, he continued, "How about the resort we went the other day? We can have the wedding on the beach."
"That will be romantic, and it will be private. I don't want a huge wedding, do you mind?"
Zac looked at Faith and flashed a smile. "My love, as long as you officially become my wife, I don't care where or how we do it. Do whatever makes you happy."
The news was of course well received at home. Her grandmother clapped her hands and pulled Zac into a tight hug. When Faith's mother took Faith's hand to examine the ring, she raised her brow and said, "This isn't your mother's ring."
"His mother's ring?" Faith looked puzzled, unaware of the family heirloom that had been passed through the generations.
Zac told Faith about the ring and explained why he didn't give her that as the engagement ring.
"This can be our new heirloom to pass down to our children. A ring with a real love story behind it. You're still getting the ring of course; I just didn't want that to be your engagement ring."
Faith slipped her hands under his and entwined her fingers with his. "I love this ring, and I love the notion of passing this ring that bears our love story. I love you."
Everyone laughed and gave Zac their nods of approval.
After that, her grandmother and mother dived into a series of suggestions on wedding planners, designers who could design a custom wedding gown, along with every other detail. It took a bit of persuasion for the ladies in her family to accept a small scale wedding but eventually, her father stepped in and reminded her mother and grandmother that it was Faith's wedding, not theirs.
Before leaving the house, Faith looked at both her mother and grandmother. "I would really appreciate it if you two don't go spreading everything about us through the wives network."
"My dear, please don't put it as if we are gossiping, we are just sharing information. Someday, you might find yourself in need to some information yourself."
Faith laughed and shook her head. "Highly unlikely."
"You never know dear, you never know."
When they got back to Faith's house, they both let out a sigh simultaneously when they saw Dylan's car parked outside her house. They turned to each other and laughed.
"Maybe you should park your car a little further where he wouldn't see it, otherwise he might have the urge to take his anger out on it."
Zac sniggered and replied, "I was thinking of exactly the same thing."
A corner of Faith's lip turned up wryly. "He is going to be real unhappy."
Zac quietly wondered what his reaction would be. Dylan had made the first move of meeting up with him for dinner, but Zac knew Dylan didn't expect them to last. He had thought that Zac would simply get tired of Faith and move on. The news of their engagement would definitely not be music to his ears.
"I'll talk to him. Just excuse yourself and go to your room." Zac's voice was even, not betraying the thoughts he had in his mind.
"But if I were there, he might behave better." Faith ran through the conversation she last had with Dylan. He wouldn't be expecting the engagement; for all she knew, he might have thought that they had broken up over the photograph incident.
Zac got out of the car and jogged over to open the door for her. He stretched out his hand and helped her out of the car. Once she stepped out of the car, he closed the door, but instead of leading her into the house, he placed his arms on each of her side; forming an enclosed cage.
"I know you don't like people bossing you around, but if I signal for you to go upstairs, will you promise me that you will do it?" Zac had bent in so close; his voice deep and authoritative, while his eyes bore so sincerely into hers and all she could do was nod.
He smiled at her reaction. "Good."
"Cheater. You did that on purpose---" Before Faith could finish her sentence; he leaned in and kissed her. His body crushed hers against the car as his tongue explored her mouth. Faith's hand hooked behind his neck and pulled him closer. After a few minutes, Zac broke the kiss and chuckled. "We should get in."
Faith was flushed from the kiss. She nodded her head but instead of stepping away, Zac tilted her head up and kissed her again, breaking it after a few more minutes. "Sorry, I can't seem to get enough of you."
Faith smiled and licked her lips. Zac closed his eyes and took a step back. "We really should get in now."
Taking her hand, they walked into the house together. As usual, George opened the door before they reached it.
The grave expression he had on his face was unmistakable. "Miss Preston, you have a guest. Mr. Charles is here." George then turned and looked at Zac, giving him a good-luck look before disappearing into the kitchen.
Dylan knew Faith was back, the moment George headed toward the door. He looked up, rather surprised to see Zac beside her, holding her hand. He was still getting over the shock of seeing Zac when a shimmer off the rock on Faith's hand attracted his attention. His eyes moved involuntarily to the direction of the glittering ray and noticed the engagement ring on her finger.
He smiled wryly. "So you think a ring will stop him from fooling around with other girls?"
Faith refused to let his words grate on her.
"Well, hello to you too," Zac said brusquely.
Completely ignoring Zac, Dylan went on. "What did he tell you? That she threw herself at him?" Taking a moment, he looked up at Faith. "I was there, and it sure didn't seem like that."
Faith stood stunned. Dylan was speaking an outright lie, and she saw right through it. In that moment, she realized what this was all about.
"It's you." "What do you mean by that?" Both Faith and Zac had spoken at the same time. Actually, Faith's words came out in a whisper, while Zac hurled out his words. "Are you that low that you would lie to her to sow discord?" Zac continued without pause.
Faith ran her free hand down Zac's arm, letting him know that she was on his side. "Dylan, I think you should leave," Faith said, her voice still soft.
Dylan stood up and moved toward them. Again ignoring Zac, he continued, "I was there. I saw him leaving with the Nicole. Did he call you that night? He just disappeared, right? Didn't you wonder what he was doing? Don't you want to know who he spent the night with?"
Zac had enough of this nonsense. He pulled Faith behind him and stepped in between Dylan and Faith. "I was on my way to meet her, and I spent the night with her." Zac spoke through clenched teeth, and Faith held her breath, wondering if they would end up in a fight. The tension was tight. If Dylan continued to try to sway Faith into doubting Zac, blows would be exchanged.
Thankfully, as Zac spat out the sentence, the smirk on Dylan's face faded away. He had no more arsenals to attack Zac with. Dylan took in a deep breath and twisted his lower jaw. He took a side step, intending to step over to talk to Faith, but Zac moved along, effectively keeping Faith out of his sight.
Faith's jaw tightened as she saw the deliberate move Zac took to keep Dylan away from her. She reached her hand up and clenched Zac's shirt, not in an attempt to pull Zac away from Dylan, but out of the anxiety that was quickly building within her and needing to be close to him.
Zac felt her hands clenching his shirt, and he knew she was frightened. He reached his right hand behind him instinctively to protect her.
"You think that I will hurt her? The person who is most likely to do that here is you!" Dylan bellowed while Faith leaned into Zac's back.
Zac didn't want to take his eyes off Dylan. It wasn't wise to take his eyes off someone who might start throwing punches in his face at any moment, but he had to take care of Faith first. She didn't need to stay and watch the ugly scene.
Keeping his eyes on Dylan, Zac lowered his voice and spoke in all gentleness to Faith. "Love, why don't you go upstairs first?"
He had said it in the form of a question, but Faith knew it was more of a command that a question. She took a hesitant step from behind Zac. Zac cast a quick glance at her and smiled, trying in a futile effort to calm her nerves.
"Why can't she stay? She deserves to know who you really are."
The smile on Zac's face instantly dissipated, but he remained silent.
Faith walked up the steps without looking at Dylan. However, she didn't make it to her room. She sat at the top of the stairs, biting her lips and worrying about Zac.
Silence reigned for a few minutes as both men waited for Faith to disappear before continuing their confrontation. Then, a loud thud broke the silence and Faith shut her eyes, swallowing a gulp. She concentrated; trying to hear for any sign that would indicate who was slammed onto the wall, or possibly, the floor.
"You had better learn to watch your mouth!" Zac shouted at Dylan; all the anger that he was holding in had finally erupted.
"Why? Are you afraid that Faith will know who you truly are? Like your cold-hearted father? Like father, like son!"
Faith's hand flew to her mouth. Zac hated to be associated in any similarity to his father.
Immediately, a loud crash followed. Incoherent words and some vulgarities flew amidst the chaos. Faith jumped to her feet, but she placed her hand on the wall, and stopped herself from going down. No matter what was happening, her appearance would only distract Zac.
Her heart thumped violently in her chest.
Oh dear God, please don't let Zac be hurt.
"Mr. Hayden! Mr. Charles! Stop this nonsense immediately!" George's voice rose above their curses, but didn't do a thing to the fight.
Faith sat back down and gripped the edge of the stairs.
"I said enough!" Another shout from George.
The curses stopped, and for a moment, the silence returned.
"If you were there and you saw everything, you would have seen me walking away from her twice! You don't love Faith! You love winning! You don't care if you hurt her with your words as long as she is yours. Forget it, Dylan. It's too late, she's mine."
Normally, Faith hated it when anyone tried to claim her as theirs, but she liked hearing that from Zac. She smiled and prayed that Dylan would just leave, so that she could go down and check if Zac was all right.
"We'll see."
Then she heard the door open and slam closed.
Finally. She rolled her eyes and ran down the stairs. Zac was sitting on the couch, completely disheveled.
"Zac! You're bleeding!" Faith eyed his bloody shirt.
"Most of the blood is not mine. He hurt his shoulders and then rammed his shoulders into me just now," Zac said curtly, still seething with anger from the confrontation.
She looked away and gasped when she saw his upper left arm. Glass shreds were still stuck in his arms.
She let out a soft sigh, not wanting to agitate him any further. "George, call the doctor."
"Already did."
"No, I'm fine. Don't worry." He let out a few heavy breaths, before reaching his right hand up to touch her cheek. "I'm fine, really."
"All right, but will you please just let the doctor see you? You have glass shreds in your arm!" Then she soften her voice, "Please Zac, please."
He smiled and looking at his arm; he pulled out a larger shred of glass and threw it onto the floor. The wound immediately started oozing blood, but he was already proceeding to pluck out another piece when Faith capped his hand with hers. "Stop, Zac. Just sit here with me, don't do that anymore."
"George, get the ice pack and a wet towel."
She held onto his hand and when George came back, Faith wrapped the ice pack in a wet towel, so that it wouldn't be too cold. As gently as she could, she placed it on the bruise on his jaw. He didn't move or flinch, but Faith knew from the swelling that it definitely would hurt. She sighed softly. Her heart was aching, and she couldn't help cringing as she saw the bloody sleeve and bruises.
"It's nothing. Fortunately, he doesn't go to the gym as consistently as I do. It's just surface bruises. Don't worry."
"Bruises? Are you hurt somewhere else?"
Zac drew in a deep breath. Chiding himself for letting it slip. "On my torso, I think." As he spoke, he shifted slightly, gauging the injury. He winced slightly as he did, but his lip was tight. Not a single moan of pain escaped his mouth.
"All right, that's enough. Stop moving. The doctor will be here soon." Faith gave him a light peck on his forehead.
When the doctor arrived, Faith left the room for a while to call Margaret to bring over a few sets of Zac's clothes before going back to the living room. George had cleaned up, clearing all the debris of the shattered vase on the floor.
She had no idea where her mother had bought the vase but judging from her mother's character, it was definitely expensive and it would be better if she never found out that it was broken in a fight.
When she got back to Zac's side, he had removed his shirt, revealing a bruise on his six-pack stomach and another bruise on his ribs. Faith closed her eyes and looked away. Both the doctor and Zac saw that.
"Doctor, my fiancée is worried sick. Would you tell her that I'm fine before she has a panic attack?" Zac teased, and winked at Faith.
"It's just surface bruises, so the injury is not serious. It will go away soon enough, don't worry," The doctor assured.
Zac reached out for Faith's hand and pulled her close. "See, even the doctor says so. Stop worrying."
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers gently. "Did I mention that she's my fiancée?"
Faith blushed while the doctor laughed.
"I didn't know we were still in the era where one has to go through trials and battles to win a fair maiden."
Everyone laughed, and the mood in the room lightened.
After the doctor left, Faith sat down and brushed Zac's hair away from his face. "George had set up the guest room, and I called Margaret to bring you some clothes."
Zac pulled Faith into his chest, "If you want to take care of me, wouldn't it be better if I'm in the same room as you?"
Faith knew that he was teasing so she just shook her head and laughed. "The only reason I'm not hitting you is because you're already injured."
Then she saw George moving toward the door and knew that Margaret was there.
"Sir! Are you all right? Miss Preston said that you got into a fight!"
"I'm fine. Don't worry." Taking the bag from her hand, he gave Faith a quick peck on the lips before heading upstairs to wash up.
When Zac got out of his bath, he saw a glass of milk on the table. He took it up and downed the milk before getting into bed.
He had barely settled himself when he heard a soft knock on the door. The door opened slightly, and Faith peered in. She smiled and walked in when she saw that he was still awake.
"You should be resting, go to sleep." Faith walked over to the side of his bed, intending to sit down beside him, but he pulled her down onto the bed. With a gasp, she tumbled in and landed right beside him.
"Are you trying to kill yourself? I could have hurt you."
"I seriously doubt that," Zac pulled her closer to him and kissed her hair.
Faith wanted to nudge him in his ribs, but with the injuries, she decided against it. "You're incorrigible." She reached over to the side of the bed and switched off the lights. Then, staying as still as she could, she waited until she was sure that Zac had fallen asleep before sliding off the bed to go back to her room.
After washing up, she settled into bed and once again, found herself staring at the ring that was on her finger. Pulling it off, she brought it closer to her face. It was then that she noticed some carving on the inner circle of the ring. Her heart instantly glowed with warmth and pure bliss.
Forever.
"I love you Zac," she murmured under her breath and kissed the ring, before falling asleep with the smile on her face.
Zac woke up and reached his hand over to the other side of the bed, expecting to find Faith there, but it was empty. He sighed and wondered where she was. She must have left after he fell asleep.
He turned on his back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He knew the wounds were not serious, but still, he had to admit that it hurt. His injured arm was bandaged, and he would have to change the bandage later. He blew out a heavy breath as he thought about the things, which Dylan had said.
It was understandable for Dylan to get angry, but he never expected Dylan to stoop so low as to lie to Faith. He shook his head as he thought about what had gone down the night before. Some movements in the room interrupted his thoughts. His eyes flew opened and he saw Faith carrying a tray of food and a glass of milk into the room.
"You're awake. Go wash up and have breakfast."
She placed the tray on the writing desk while Zac got out of bed.
"Where did you go?" Zac asked.
"What do you mean? I didn't go anywhere," she answered.
"You weren't in my bed."
Faith chuckled as she walked over, sitting down on bed beside him. "I always toss around in bed Zac; I didn't want to knock into your wounds."
She leaned over and gave him a peck on his cheeks. "Now, go wash up."
Zac smiled. "I wouldn't have minded."
His comment brought a good hard glare from Faith, and smiling his boyish smile, he gave her a peck on her cheek, before jumping out of bed.
After breakfast, Faith changed the bandage for him, still in disbelief over what had happened.
"Are you heading to work tomorrow? I had George iron your suit, but maybe you should stay home and rest for a few days."
She ran her fingers gently across his cheeks. "The swelling has gone down, but the bruise is really obvious. I don't think you should go out like this."
"I don't mind being kept here all day as long as you're with me." Playfully, he pulled her onto his lap.
Faith chuckled. "Yes, I will stay here with you. I'm not going to leave you all alone. I do have some work to settle, but I'll get them to come over to the house. That way, I can accompany you."
At the end of the day, Faith finally told Zac that she had seen the inscription.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, curious.
"I thought you would be pleasantly surprised when you found it out for yourself." He smiled at her. "Forever, with you."
Again, Faith looked at her ring, before returning her gaze to Zac. "It will be a perfect ring to pass down to our children." She leaned toward Zac and kissed him.
Over the next week, both Faith and Zac did most of their work from home. Their employees came over to Faith's house instead of them going to the office. The bruise on Zac's face was starting to fade, and he would be able to go back to work soon.
By then, the new acquisition deal had been confirmed. Contracts were signed, and money had changed hands. Faith sent two project managers down to take a look at the place and come up with proposals to improve the place.
As for the wedding, Zac was with her every step, but left most of the decisions up to Faith. Only when she couldn't decide, did Zac make the decision for her. The only thing he wasn't involved in was the designing of the dress. He knew Faith would want something elegant and simple. The designer came a few times, and they discussed it in the study, away from Zac.
Faith was insistent that Zac didn't see her wedding gown until the wedding day, so he stayed out of the way whenever the designer was around.
When they returned to the office, rumors of them getting married were flying all over the office. The employees who had been to the house had seen her ring and brought the news back. Jessica was already sitting in Faith's office, waiting to ambush her with questions.
Faith strolled in and was taken aback to find someone sitting on the couch in her office.
"Day dreaming?"
Faith laughed. "You're not carrying that grim look on your face, so I guess you're here for personal reasons rather than official business?"
Jessica nodded. "But I have already got the answer," she said, as her eyes lay on her ring. "Congratulations! Did he propose at the resort? Was it romantic? Tell me!"
Faith knew that Jessica could be trusted. No one could pry anything out of her mouth unless she wanted to, so she told her everything from the swing to the inscription on the ring.
Jessica took in all the information like a child listening to a new story. Her eyes were wide as she listened to Faith. When Faith had finished her story, Jessica congratulated her again. "I am sure you're over the moon, but why do I feel like there's something you're not telling me?" Jessica gasped. "You're not having second thoughts are you?"
"No! Of course not! I love him Jess. I always have, just like you said,."
"Then?" Jessica pushed, "What's wrong."
"Why didn't you ask me anything about the picture of Zac and that Smith girl?" Faith returned.
Jessica leaned forward in her chair. "Faith, I read enough gossip magazines to know that most of what they run are nonsense, I'm not going to call you and get you all upset over it."
Faith sighed softly. "I think Dylan had something to do with that."
Jessica narrowed her eyes, and asked, "What do you mean something to do with that?"
"I don't know; it's just a hunch. Everything seemed too coincidental, and when Dylan came over, he was so full of himself, he was so sure that we would no longer be together."
"He went over to your house?"
"You didn't hear? I thought it was because you didn't want to talk about it." Faith bit her lips, wondering if she should have kept her suspicions to herself.
"What? I'm completely lost. What are you talking about?"
"Why do you think I haven't been here all week, Jess?" Faith asked.
Jessica rolled her eyes in the most dramatic manner. "You were spending your pre-honeymoon with Zac. I figured both of you were so incandescently blissful that you shut the rest of the world out."
She really doesn't know. "It wasn't like that, Jess, Dylan came over on Sunday, and I guess he was expecting to find me crying my heart out and not hand-in-hand with Zac." Faith shook her head as memories of that day flooded her. "He looked...flabbergasted. And when he saw the ring, he flew into a rage."
Jessica sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that was to be expected. He was absolutely confident that Zac would be moving on to another woman in no time."
"I got that too. But it was the things he said. He was obviously lying. I could tell. He blatantly lied, suggesting that Zac was indeed cheating on me and even said he witnessed it. He even went on to suggest that Zac spent the night with the Smith girl. The things he was saying, it was as if he had planned for the photos to be captured. He had a story prepared."
Faith leaned back against her chair and stared into space, thinking. "Then that night, Zac didn't text me at all. When I asked, he said Dylan told him that he would drop me a text...which he didn't."
"Maybe it was just a series of unfortunate events that led Dylan to assuming certain things," Jessica said, trying to convince herself more than Faith.
Not wanting to upset Jessica, Faith nodded. "Ya, perhaps I was being paranoid." Faith too, had assumed that the events were merely unfortunate coincidences that bore disproportionate effects, but the things that Dylan had said. His words simply did not add up.
Reaching over, she gave Jessica's hand a squeeze. "Ignore me, I'm just thinking too much."
That afternoon after lunch, Faith was taking a few minutes break from her work. She switched on the television and scanned through the different news channels until she saw Zac's office building in the background.
She stopped and listened to the reporter. She had tuned in halfway through so she couldn't really grasp what was going on. Something about the houses built by the Hayden Empire being unsafe, their stock plummeting and many angry tenants who were demanding explanations.
Something was wrong, and thanks to the wonders of Internet, it wasn't difficult to find out what exactly was wrong. She googled 'Hayden Empire' and immediately all the information she needed presented itself before her. She spent the next half an hour reading through all the different news reports about a reliable source stating how shoddy materials were used in all Hayden's apartments and office buildings. A report on the buildings being unsafe had surfaced, and the authorities were stepping in.
Faith stared in disbelief. Zac would never do such a thing; he would never risk people's life to save cost or increase profits. There must be a mistake somewhere.
She leaned back in her chair and allowed her brain to digest all the information she had read. If it were just rumors, the news wouldn't state that a report claiming the building to be unsafe had surfaced. Whoever had fabricated the report would know that there would be severe consequences when the truth unfolded.
Whoever he or they were, they had already gotten the results. The stock was plummeting, and the reputation of the company was hanging in the balance. Though Zac held the majority of the shares, he would still have to solve this whole problem quickly, or there would still be trouble.
Deep in her thoughts, she had forgotten that her television was still switched on to the same channel. The voices from the television had been reduced to nothing but a buzz in her mind until a familiar voice brought her eyes back to the television. It was Zac, holding a press conference.
That was fast. Yes, Zac would have no problem solving this.
He promised the investors and tenants that the report was fabricated. In order to appease them, he had set up a team of experts made up of engineers to ensure that the building structures were safe, and private laboratories would be testing the materials used, before generating their own individual reports.
Faith wished there was something that she could do, but Zac was an astute businessman, and had more experience than she did. He would be able to settle the problem, and she shouldn't get in his way.
After work, Zac had called to tell her that he still had work to do so he got George to fetch her. Even though Zac had stopped staying over after the week, she knew he would drop by to see her after work. She couldn't help him at work, but she could cook him his favorite meal, so she stopped by the groceries store and got the ingredients she needed before heading home.
As expected, Zac arrived at Faith's house slightly after seven. His tie was pulled down, and despite the smile he had on his face, Faith knew that the problem was weighing heavy on his shoulders.
Faith could tell that he had an awful day. She tiptoed and gave him a peck on his lips before pulling away to get back to the stove. However, Zac pulled her back in and kissed her fiercely, holding her tight against his chest. His arms held on to her as if she was his life support, kissing her without caring about the audience in the kitchen.
Faith kissed him back, understanding the need in his kiss. After a few minutes, Zac loosened his grip on her waist and stepped back. She smiled warmly at him. Then with another peck on his lips, she gestured for him to sit before putting the food onto the plates and serving them.
She wanted to ask him what was wrong, to tell him that everything would be all right and what a capable person he was. However, it wasn't the right time. She didn't want to stress him any further, so she held her tongue.
"You cooked?"
Faith nodded as she handed him the fork. "Eat."
They mainly ate in silence. Occasionally, Zac would reach over to touch Faith's arm or hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand or letting his fingers slide down the length of her arm.
When they were done with the meal, Faith didn't know if she should accompany Zac or let him go home to work, but Zac seemed happy to stay. "Love, can I take a shower?"
"Yes, silly. Go ahead. You still have some clothes here; I told George to leave them in the wardrobe."
Zac nodded and jogged up the stairs. When Zac came out of the bathroom, he saw Faith sitting down on the couch in the guest room. She patted on the empty space beside her and he strode over, settling down.
Turning Zac slightly, Faith placed her hands on his shoulders and kneaded the tight muscles. She used more strength than usual, knowing that he wouldn't feel anything if she were to use her normal strength.
Zac closed his eyes while Faith gave him a massage. After a while, he pulled her hands from his shoulders and pulled her onto his lap, tugging her head into his chest.
"It's not a big problem. Don't worry about it."
Faith nodded, stretched her neck up and kissed him on his cheek.
"Everything would have been fine if the authorities hadn't stepped in this quickly. No one is talking. If I can find out who submitted the report in the first place and get the report refuted, then everything else will run smoothly."
As he spoke, he brushed Faith's hair. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Faith asked softly, already knowing there was nothing she could do.
"Yes. Just stay in my arms. Having you in my arms makes me feel as if I can move mountains with one hand. So, just let me hug you."
Zac's voice softened toward the end of his sentence, and Faith sensed just how dire the situation was. Again, she wished there was more she could do to help.
"It's seems like the universe doesn't agree with our relationship. First the Smith girl, now your company." Faith sighed.
He chuckled. "I thought you don't believe in that sort of stuff?" He ran his hand through her hair, playing with her smooth strands as he spoke. "I don't care if the universe doesn't agree. I'm keeping you."
"Keeping me?" Faith nudged him in his chest. "I'm not a pet."
"Phrase it however you like, you know what I mean."
Faith wasn't sure how long they sat there in silence, but she eventually fell asleep in his arms. She felt Zac putting her into bed before his arms encased her and pulled her into his chest again after a few moments.
Over the next three days, Zac stayed over at Faith's house. Every morning, he still drove her to work and reporters mobbed them, knowing that Zac would be there. At night, he still found time to have dinner with Faith. He smiled and chatted as though nothing happened, but Faith knew that the situation wasn't getting any better.
During those three days, Hayden's stock price continued tumbling.
Though Zac didn't mention anything, Faith knew that every creditor of the company would start pressing for payment way before it was due. With all the projects on hands, there definitely would be many people pressing him for payments.
Every day, her sense of helplessness doubled. Whenever she was in trouble, Zac was there to help her. Now when he needed help, she was completely useless.
At night, she would go to bed wondering what Zac was doing next door. She would walk to his room and hover outside his room for a few minutes before turning around to go back to her room. She wanted to check up on him but was worried that she would be disturbing him.
So once again, she found herself hovering outside his room with a cup of hot tea. With the cup in one hand, she bit her lips as she raised the other and hesitated. Then, the door flew open, and Faith gasped.
"Were you going to walk away again if I didn't open the door?" Zac's brows were raised, and the corner of his lips turned up in a wry smile.
"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you. I just thought...thought you might want something to drink."
Zac took the cup from her hand and pulled her into the room, closing the door behind him. Setting the cup down, he ran his hand through Faith's hair. Then cupping the back of her head, pulled her in for a kiss.
"Love, you have to stop worrying about disturbing or bothering me. Just come in whenever you want. And..." Zac smiled and bent down, leaning his forehead on hers. "I can always take a few minutes off work to kiss you."
Despite the teasing, Faith could sense the tension in him. As his mouth took hers, his hands tightened around her, and it was as though he couldn't pull her close enough. He seemed to be clasping onto Faith to get a hold on things.
"Will you stay? I just...it would be nice to hold you to sleep."
Faith wanted to so much to ask, to get the details of what was really going on and understand the apprehension and silent frustration that he was keeping to himself. She knew that the answers would only satisfy her own curiosity rather than provide any form of comfort for Zac.
He wasn't one who liked to dwell and complain about how bad a situation was. He needed solutions, solutions that Faith couldn't provide.
Nodding, Faith leaned her head onto his chest and wrapped her arms around him. "Zac, you can do this. No matter what happens, you will find a way out of this." Then lifting her chin up to look at Zac, she continued, "I know you can and will. I love you."
Zac looked back at her with a genuine smile before lowering his lips to hers again.
When she woke up, Zac wasn't in bed. She sat up and saw a note on the pillow.
'Got to get to work early. See you tonight. I love you.'
Something was wrong. Something must have been really wrong. She took in a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. There must be something she could do.
The whole situation is fabricated. Someone did this deliberately to hurt Zac.
Deliberately hurt Zac. Those words were like light bulbs flashing in her head. Dylan, it had to be him.
Getting out of bed, she got dressed and headed straight for Dylan's office.
Even though his assistant was there, Faith marched right past her and into Dylan's office. His head snapped up and gestured for his assistant, who had come running after Faith, to leave the room.
Out of courtesy, Faith waited for the door to close behind her before speaking. "You're despicable. You're a complete ass."
"Whoa, that is the most vindictive words I have ever heard you say about me."
"I'm not the vindictive one. You are." Faith shook her head. "You planned the whole Smith girl thing."
Dylan opened his mouth to speak, but Faith already knew he was going to lie. "I know you and Zac well enough to know when you guys are lying to me."
He let out a heavy sigh and stood up. Walking over to Faith, he reached for Faith's hand.
"Don't touch me," Faith said contemptuously, as she took a step away from him.
Dylan froze and took a step back. "I didn't mean to get you this upset."
"Yes, you didn't care if I would get hurt. You just wanted to win."
"No, that's not it."
"Really?" Faith asked. "Which part of Zac cheating on me would I not be upset about, Dylan? The truth is you don't care about me. You don't love me. You love winning. Because if you did, you would have realized that losing Zac would break my heart."
Faith turned away, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh.
Dylan wanted to say something; to defend himself, but he had never seen Faith this incensed before and he didn't know what to do.
"Doesn't matter, I'm not here to talk about this anyway."
Dylan nodded. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Are you behind Zac's problem?" she asked, without turning back to look at Dylan.
"What? No!" Dylan mouth dropped. "I know you're still irate over the fiasco I caused from the picture issue, but I didn't do this." Running his hand through his hair, Dylan stepped forward again. "Faith, I swear, I have nothing to do with that."
Giving him a wry smile, Faith finally returned her gaze to Dylan. "Your words mean nothing to me anymore."
The harsh words were nothing compared to the disdain glowing in her eyes.
Dylan finally realized the enormity on his foolishness. What he had thought was determination was, in fact, selfishness. Not only did it not break up Zac and Faith, it had caused Faith to lose all sense of respect she had for him.
"No matter what ridiculous stunt you have installed, I promise you, it will do nothing to drive us apart. If I get any proof, I will not hesitate to turn it over to the authorities." With that, she turned and stormed out of his office.
When his rattled brain finally worked, he shouted after her, "Faith, wait! Please!" However, she was nowhere in sight.
Dylan collapsed back into his chair and buried his face in his hands. What a mess.
"You screwed things up, no point crying over spilt milk now. Go fix it."
Dylan lifted his head and saw Jessica standing by the door. "You here to berate me too?"
"George called and told me that Faith seemed flustered and said she was heading here. He wanted to call Zac, but knew he was having problems at work, so he called me instead. I just wanted to make sure she's fine."
"You just missed her."
"So what did you do to Zac?" Jessica settled into the seat across from him.
"Nothing! Why do all of you think that I did something?"
"Cos' you really did try to break them up, didn't you? You did it once." Shaking her head, she reached across and took his hand. "Find a solution. You're good at that."
Smiling, she stood up and left.
Minutes after Jessica left, Dylan sped all the way down to the Preston's office building, but Chelsea refused to buzz him in.
"If Faith wants to help Zac, then she needs to let me in." He had snatched the phone off the counter receptionist, thinking that his words would yield better results than the receptionist would. "Please, Chelsea. Just tell her that. Pass on the message before you kick me out of here."
"Sorry, Mr. Charles. The moment she got in this morning, she specifically stated that you are barred from entering any part of the building and that she had no interest in whatever you have to say. She's still boiling with whatever happened in the morning, so maybe you can try again later this evening."
Chelsea hung up before he could get in his defense. Jessica! Pulling out his phone, he immediately called Jessica.
"Jess, you need to come down to the lobby and let me in."
"Dylan, please. Just leave Faith alone for a couple of days. She wouldn't listen to a word you have to say now."
"No, it's not that. I know how to help Zac. Just let me talk to her. Trust me, one more time. That's all I'm asking."
Dylan could hear her sigh over the phone. "Give me five minutes."
Though Chelsea refused to let Dylan get anywhere near Faith, Jessica easily got access. But when Chelsea saw Dylan alongside Jessica, she gasped.
"Miss Kane! Miss Preston said ---"
"I know, I will deal with her. I will make sure to tell her that this had nothing to do with you." Then pulling Dylan, she hurried him across the office and toward the Faith's door.
Faith glowered when she saw Dylan stepping into her office. "Jess! Seriously!" She got up from her seat, seemingly ready to pounce on both of them. "The scumbag planned the whole shenanigan with the Smith girl."
Jessica put up her palms, "I figured that out when I saw him wallowing in self-pity."
"Then why did you bring him up?" "I wasn't wallowing in self-pity!"
"Get out of here!" "Would you just listen?"
"Why? So you can sprout more nonsense?" "I just want to help!"
Jessica stood, uncertain about what she should do. The two of them kept shouting at each other, and it seemed precarious to step in and help. Before she could make her decision, a shrill whistle pierced through all the screams.
The sudden silence was deafening. "The three of you are grown-ups. Even though there aren't many people around on this level, there are people, and I'm referring mainly to myself, who do not wish to spend the afternoon in a scream fest. So, please be considerate."
The three of them looked at the floor, not daring to lift up their eyes until the door was closed. For a moment, they were like a bunch of nine-year old being scolded by their Catholic Headmistress.
When the door closed behind Chelsea, Faith turned her glare toward Jessica. Jessica wanted to explain herself, but Dylan stepped in front of her, shielding her from Faith's wrath. "It was me. All me."
"Why am I not surprised?" Faith answered sarcastically.
"I meant I was the one who made Jess take me up. I have nothing to do with Zac's current problem."
"What do you want Dylan?" Faith snapped. She had been racking her brain all morning, but she couldn't come up with a single useful idea. She hated being so pathetically useless.
Dylan could see that she was troubled. Even after knowing her for years, he had never seen her scream the way she just did. Figuring that he only had a couple of seconds before Faith started to throw her heels or whatever she could lay her hands on at him, and he was sure that even Chelsea wouldn't be that stupid to get involve in that fight, he made sure to slip Zac's name right into the beginning of the sentence. "Zac. I know how to help Zac."
Instantly, she softened, and everyone else sighed, relieved that she wasn't going to erupt, at least, not for the moment. She sat back down in all royalty and nodded her head, gesturing for Dylan to continue.
"I know Zac would never build his apartments with shoddy materials. Once you find out who is behind this whole clown show, it will blow this thing right open. I'm sure there's no real report to prove whatever nonsense they said, right?"
"That's the problem. No one is talking; Zac can't find out." Faith said, exasperated.
Smiling the devilish smile that he had whenever there was something up his sleeve, he grinned at Faith. "With something happening to such a major company, someone higher up in the food chain would definitely be involved in the situation. The men wouldn't talk...but their wives never stop."
"Wives network."
"Yes! Get your mother or grandma in and I bet you will be able to find out who it was by the end of the day!"
"Oh Dylan." Faith broke into a wide grin. "You're a genius."
Then she pulled Jessica into a hug. "I take it that you're no longer angry with me?"
"I love you Jess. Thanks...both of you."
Once the words were out of her mouth, she grabbed her bag and flew out of the office.
"She didn't give me a hug. Didn't even thank me properly." Dylan grumbled as Faith went running out the door.
"She did thank you," Jessica replied, irritated.
"Not properly! Both of you---"
"You just pissed her off big time. Be glad you're going to make out of her office alive."
"But I gave her the solution that she needed."
Jessica walked out without answering him. She had placed herself in a potentially life threatening situation, and all he could do was complain that she didn't thank him probably and that he didn't get a hug from Faith.
No more. I'm done with you Dylan.
"Hey," Dylan said, as he held onto her hand. "Thank you, Jess. Thanks for believing in me." Without notice, he pulled her in and gave her a hug.
All the resolve she had built to stay away from Dylan melted. No. I can't keep making the same mistake.
Stepping out of the hug, Jessica strode out of the room. "I sure am popular today. Wonder who else is going to hug me."
"Mum! Grandma!"
Both the ladies jumped, but when they saw that it was Faith, they hugged and immediately sat her down to ask if Zac was all right.
"So you have heard? Do you know who is behind it? You know, like from the other wives. Does anyone know who submitted the report? The Hayden Empire is a big company, and someone big must be involved in watching the case. One of the wives would know who submitted the initial report, right?"
Faith's mother took her hand and gave her a reassuring squeeze while her grandmother burst into laughter. "Now! Who needs a piece of gossip?"
"Grandma! I'm serious. Please, I would never ask if it wasn't serious. I think the situation could really be getting out of hand."
Her grandmother shook her head. "Zac is our family too. We have a tea-date with someone who might know. But Faith, the key to getting information that you need, is to be able to share something in return. If you're stubborn about being private and keeping things to yourself..."
Faith understood what her grandmother meant. "I promise I will play nice."
At tea, Faith shifted uncomfortably as she waited for Mrs. Taylor to arrive. "Stop fidgeting dear, you don't want her to think that you got her here specifically to pry information out of her. It is already obvious enough that you turned up for tea with us right at the time when Zac needed help."
Faith nodded and taking in a deep breath; she placed a small smile on her face. She sipped the tea before her, concentrating on the warmth that was radiating out into her chest with each sip.
When Mrs. Taylor arrived, her mother introduced her, and they set down to talk idly about the food. Faith knew that she couldn't rush into forcing the information out of her. Exchanging information.
They continued chatting about random topics until Mrs. Taylor asked about her engagement.
Faith jumped at the chance and smiled broadly. She turned on her best storytelling mode and supplied all the information about Zac and her, telling Mrs. Taylor about the resort stay and the proposal.
Faith answered all of Mrs. Taylor's questions, chatting with her with every ounce of enthusiasm she could muster. She shared everything except for the inscription in the ring. She had revealed all the information and wanted to hold back something that no one else would know except Zac and her.
Finally, after sharing all the information that couldn't be read on the gossip magazines and taking in all the advice that Mrs. Taylor had offered for the wedding, she finally steered the conversation in the way that Faith had been waiting for.
"Zac must be devastated about the report."
Faith nodded and looked forlornly at Mrs. Taylor. "Yes, he is. I wish there was something I could do to help. When daddy fell sick, he was there with me throughout the whole time. He settled all the work for me and now that he needs help, there is nothing that I can do." Faith sighed and added in a little pout in her lips.
Faith's mother reached over and squeezed her hand. "Don't worry dear, he is so capable. He can handle this."
She nodded. "Yes, but I still can't help worrying, you know." Then looking at her mother, she continued, "If only we knew who submitted the report in the first place, it would be much easier to settle the whole problem." Faith let out another soft sigh.
This time, Mrs. Taylor's hand was the one that reached over. "Well dear, that I might be able to help with."
Faith had been waiting for this moment for the longest time. She could barely contain the yelp from the surge of excitement, but she cocked her head to the side and feigned ignorance.
Mrs. Taylor smiled sweetly, "The report was filed along with a letter that has your company's letterhead. It was made to look as if your company sent it. That was why it was taken so seriously and no one is talking."
A sick feeling came over Faith as she wondered who would betray her like this.
Then without any prompting, Mrs. Taylor went on. "It is someone you know, someone from your company."
Faith knew that Mrs. Taylor was being a good storyteller too. She knew all the facts, knew who someone was but was waiting for the climax to reveal it. She was definitely holding Faith's attention.
Faith's brows furrowed and drawing in a deep breath; she braced herself for the news. "Who is it? Please, tell me."
Mrs. Taylor leaned in and whispered into her ears. "Wilson Miller."
"But he's no longer in our company, I'm sure you saw how he tried to hurt me, it was on the news!"
Mrs. Preston cleared her throat and glared at her. "We're in a restaurant dear, watch your volume."
Faith didn't realize that she had raised her voice. "I'm sorry. I'm just completely shocked. Why would anyone take his words after knowing what happened when he left our company?"
Mrs. Taylor gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "No one knew it was him. The letterhead was the only clue. They only found out it was Wilson recently.. That's why everyone is so tight lipped about it. Other than investigating the claims from what seemed to be your company, they were trying to find out who was the one who actually sent it."
Mrs. Taylor went on to give her the name of the company that supposedly conducted the inspection and found the problem. "There are quite a few major problems. Every party involved is pushing the blame, and they are in some sort of denial. I'm not quite sure; I just know that it's a headache."
A part of Faith wanted to give herself a pat on the back for getting the information that Zac needed, but she knew it was Dylan who really deserved the praise.
After that, she allowed her mother and grandmother to exchange other information with Mrs. Taylor, taking away the focus from her. Still, Faith nodded and got involved whenever it was appropriate. She had just realized the importance of the wives' network, and she was going to behave nice and sweet to all these ladies from now on. Her mother was right; you never know when you would need some information.
When the tea party finally dispersed, she went straight to Zac's office, getting there just before the end of the workday. Mindy greeted her and informed her that he was having a meeting.
"I have some vital information for him." She scribbled on a piece of paper from the notepad on Mindy's desk and tore it off.
The information you needed - Leonard and Hurst.
The company that supposedly found the problems in his buildings. She folded the note and using her most authoritative voice, commanded that the note be passed to Zac immediately.
Mindy got in and out of the office, and as she was stepping back to her desk, she nodded at Faith to let her know the message had been conveyed. She sat down on the couch and a few minutes later, people started trotting out of the office; followed by Zac. He walked right up to Faith, and not caring that his employees still had a clear view of them, he pulled her in and kissed her.
When he finally broke off the kiss, he asked, "How did you get this information?"
Faith smiled and shrugged. "An afternoon of tea, with some manipulation and acting, and help from my mother and grandmother."
Zac laughed, Faith could see that a huge load was lifted off his shoulders. He gave her a tight hug and kissed her again. "I need to settle this immediately." Zac waved the paper in his hand as he spoke.
Faith nodded. "I love you." She tiptoed and kissed him on his cheeks.
"Will you wait for me? I want to drive you home." Zac was walking away from her, but he stopped when Faith hesitated.
"You don't have to; you can go settle your work, since I drove."
"Get George to pick up the car. I want to drive you home." Winking at Faith, he walked toward the lift and disappeared out of sight.
Faith couldn't contain a broad smile in return to the wink. It was great seeing Zac back to his usual teasing self.
Half an hour later, Zac returned to his office and found Faith reading a book on the couch.
"Sorry love, shall we?" He strode across the room and stretched his hand out for Faith.
As Faith took his hand, she said, "Yes, but we need to make a stop somewhere first."
"Where do you want to go?" Zac asked, curious.
"Dylan's house." She had to laugh at his look of surprise. "He was the one who gave me the idea, Zac. He told me to get my mum and grandma involved. He was the one who told me to use the wives network. So, I can't claim the credit."
It took a while for the information to sink into Zac, and he couldn't comprehend why Dylan would step in to help, especially not after what had happened the last time they met. "You asked him for help?" Zac knew that it wasn't possible, but there didn't seem to be other explanations.
"No, I went there to give him a piece of my mind and..." Faith bit her lips, embarrassed. "I thought he was behind this; I thought he caused it. So, I went there to confront him, or rather, to vent. I was rather awful; I said some really mean things to him."
Zac chuckled. "Really? I would like to hear some. Tell me."
Faith scowled at him.
"I'm sure he's over it. If he was still angry with you, he wouldn't have helped, right?" Zac assured.
"Yes. Still, I should apologize. I was wrong, this time."
Zac narrowed his eyes. "This time?"
Sighing, Faith told him that Dylan was the one who planned the picture with the Smith girl. She thought Zac would blow a fuse, but instead, he only grinned blissfully.
"What are you smiling at?"
"You're cute when you're jealous."
"What?"
"The whole time, when you were talking about what happened, you called her the Smith girl. It's not like you to be this rude. You really don't like her, do you?"
Faith glowered. Of all the words that came out of her mouth, he was paying attention to how she addressed the Smith girl.
"I don't care what you call her," Zac clarified, before Faith jumped to the wrong conclusion. "I just love it that you are jealous."
"I'm just going to ignore you."
When they go into the car, Zac's jovial mood suddenly turned serious. "Love, I'm extremely thankful at how things turned out, but the next time, if you feel the need to confront someone, will you please wait for me? I will go with you. Don't go running off to scream at someone by yourself."
Faith grinned, and she tenderly ran her fingers along his cheek. "You're cute when you're being protective."
Zac grimaced. "I'm serious, Faith."
Chuckling, Faith replied, "All right. I will make sure that you come along with me the next time I need to yell at someone."
Zac nodded and as he started his car, he asked Faith for a detailed account of what happened. He laughed and shook his head, amused at the things, which Faith did and said. He understood how difficult it must have been for Faith to sit through an afternoon of gossiping, and having to reveal her own private information to someone she barely knew.
Faith's heart lightened and she was elated to hear his laughs. His carefree laughter was a vast difference from the Zac she had seen the night before.
As they pulled to a stop outside Dylan's house, Zac smiled apologetically at Faith. "I'm sorry you had to go through an afternoon of torture just to help me."
She shook her head. "Zac, ever since we have known each other, you were always there for me whenever I needed you. It just feels like I'm always depending on you, and this one time that you needed help, it hurts that I couldn't," she paused and smiled. "It was nothing to sit through an afternoon of tea to finally be able to do something for you."
Zac smiled wryly. "Is that what you think?" he asked as he lifted her chin. "That only you depend on me?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"You're wrong. I depend on you too, Faith." He pushed her hair behind her ear, running his fingers down her hair. "Your smiles, your hugs, your presence," he paused and beamed at her. "All of that gives me strength. When my mother left, you were there. You convinced your parents to open up their home to me. When my father passed away, you were right beside me. When the whole world said that I was doomed to fail, you believed in me."
Cupping his hand behind her neck, he leaned in. "You have no idea how much you have done for me, Faith." Then he kissed her slowly, tenderly, letting her understand all that was in his heart. "Faith, you are all that I need."
Then pulling her in for another quick kiss, he sat back and opened his door. "We should go."
Taking Faith's hand, they took walked up to Dylan's door as they had a million times before, but everything was different, so much had changed among the three of them.
Zac gently squeezed her hand as they rang the doorbell and waited. "Don't worry; he will be elated to see you here."
"Hey!" Dylan exclaimed as opened the door. "Here to thank me properly?"
"Actually, she's here to apologize. I don't really see the need, you were after all, a complete ass," Zac replied with a grin. "I am, however, here to thank you. So, thanks."
Faith smiled. "I'm sorry Dylan. I shouldn't have said the things I did."
"There's nothing to forgive, and I deserve every bit of it."
"Shall we take this conversation inside and order some takeout? I'm starving," Zac stated.
They chatted while eating pizza and watching television, just like they had when they were in college. Dylan scanned through the channels and stopped at the news, broadcasting a press conference that Zac's company held.
"Joshua Brown, head of PR," Zac stated as they watched.
"Why didn't you do the press conference yourself?" Faith asked.
The corner of his lips turned up. "I prefer to spend my time with you."
Faith glared at him and both Dylan and Zac laughed. "I didn't want to keep you waiting, and...There's no need for me to personally make the threat of a lawsuit."
"True. And it gives the sense that the worst is over when the big boss doesn't bother to appear," Dylan added.
Looking at the two guys, Faith was flooded with joy. She knew that Dylan was an important friend to Zac, and she was glad that they were able to mend the bridges and move on.
"With any luck, this thing will be over before the night is over." Zac draped his arm around Faith's shoulders. She smiled and leaned into his chest, glad that the whole nonsense would be over soon.
Dylan glanced over at the couple and returned his focus onto the television. It didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would. Now that his bruised ego had finally healed, he knew one thing for sure - he was being a complete ass.
He was so focused on winning Faith that he had completely forgotten that the one person he was hurting the most was her. Plus, he never wanted to be subjected to her scorn ever again. "So, how was your afternoon of gossiping?"
Faith sniggered. "It's sharing of information."
They all chuckled. "Yes, yes. Sharing of information," Zac repeated as he ran his finger along her jaws.
Just slightly after dinner, Zac received a call from Mindy. She informed Zac that no official record had been found of the report and that Leonard and Hurst would launch an immediate investigation into the matter once they had cleared the situation with the authorities. They also promised that a press conference would be held the next morning to clear the air regarding the fabricated report.
The next morning, replays on the various comments made on the conference were made. Despite that, Zac had his own conference and informed the media that his team of people would still go ahead and conduct their checks and investigations.
Soon after, all the relevant authorities started coming up with statements on how everything was a mistake and that a separate investigation regarding the situation was underway.
The stock price that had taken a dive was soaring back up, and since there was no chance of shoddy materials being used, Zac considered the problem settled.
That afternoon, he took all the Preston ladies out for a nice lunch, thanking them for providing the vital information. No one harped on the subject. Instead, it was redirected to more wedding planning.
As the ladies chatted, Zac glanced around the table at his soon-to-be-official family. He smiled, feeling blessed to be seated at a table with people who cared, loved, and trusted him. Catching Faith's eye, he beamed the broadest smile at her, letting her know that she was his source for every ounce of happiness he felt.
"Where are we going?" Faith asked as she looked out the windows. She had always relied heavily on her GPS, but she was sure that the road Zac was driving wouldn't lead to her office.
"My house. I'm doing an interview and I want you there with me."
"Whatever for? I hate interviews," Faith grumbled. "And I need to go back to the office, I have got a meeting."
"I have already called and told Chelsea to clear your schedule." Zac smiled when he saw the disgruntle expression on her face. "I'm going to announce the engagement. I want the whole world to know that I'm with you and you alone."
Taking her hand, Zac kissed her fingers. "And, you should be by my side when I do."
Faith hated interviews, but she couldn't say no to this one.
Stepping into the familiar living room, the reporter was already seated, with another man beside her. Both the reporter and the man stood up as they entered the living room. The young lady took a step closer and with a wide smile on her face, reached her hand out for a handshake.
"Hi, Mr. Hayden, Miss Preston. I'm Adeline, and this is Josh, the photographer." Then turning to Zac, she continued. "We spoke on the phone."
"Yes, we can start our interview. My fiancé will be joining us."
Instantly, Adeline's face glowed. They hadn't yet announced their engagement officially. It had only been rumors and some photographs of Faith with her new ring. Adeline knew she would be the first person to have the news.
"That will be great," Adeline announced as they all settled onto the couch. "Josh will be taking some photographs of the two of you while we have the interview. Is that all right?"
Zac nodded. Adeline then placed the recorder on the coffee table and proceeded with the interview.
She asked routine questions about how they came to know each other, how he proposed and so forth. Faith was slightly uncomfortable with having someone snap her photograph while having the interview. She looked toward Zac, not really expecting anything, but simply because she was uncomfortable and she always looked to Zac whenever she was feeling uncertain.
Zac saw her uneasiness in her glance, so he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled at her. It was a small gesture, but the slight squeeze seemed to have infused her with comfort and she smiled back, leaning closer to him.
Throughout the interview, Faith smiled politely, letting Zac answer most of the questions. She mostly replied to Zac's teasing, and they bantered lovingly as they always had since they were young.
Zac didn't know when he had put his arm around Faith, and pulled her so close that her shoulder was overlapping his. His hand slide down to her waist so that she could lean on him comfortably. He couldn't seem to get close enough to Faith, each time she was nearby; he would pull her in unconsciously.
While Faith was answering a question, Zac leaned down and planted a kiss on her hair. In response, Faith looked up and smiled at him. Zac leaned down slightly, wanting to kiss her, and then he heard a 'click'.
Immediately, he straightened up. He had almost forgotten there were other people in the room with him. Thankfully, Adeline was much more professional than he was. She continued as though the moment didn't happen, asking another string of questions.
Then after some soft laughter, Faith caught the slight hesitation in Adeline before she voiced her next question. Faith knew what the question would be before Adeline voiced it.
"I know this may be a little awkward, but I have to ask...not too long ago, there was a photograph with Mr. Hayden and a Miss Smith..."
"That was a case of a woman not knowing how to accept rejection. I had nothing to do with her. In fact, I was on my way to meet Faith when she pounced on me."
Zac looked at Faith and smiled at her. Faith noticed that Adeline was looking at her too, expecting a reply from her regarding the statement that Zac had made.
"Yes, nothing happened. He met me right after that, and he was with me the rest of the night."
"Oh..." Adeline smiled coyly and dropped that topic.
Faith blushed as she saw her response, knowing what was going through Adeline's mind when she had said Zac was with her the rest of the night. It would just be odd to correct her. Faith glanced toward Zac, looking for some cues to react, but Zac only winked at her, making her blush a deeper crimson.
The interview then went on to the recent problems that the Hayden Empire faced. Zac answered tactfully, laughing it off and refusing to answer those questions that would require him to reveal how he got the information about Leonard and Hurst.
After the interview, Margaret walked Adeline and Josh out. Faith slid her arms around Zac's waist and leaned on his chest.
"Tired?" Zac asked. His hand released her waist and wrapped itself around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
"Nope, just feeling lazy," chirped Faith.
Zac chuckled and brushed her hair with his free hand. "Then let's just stay here the rest of the day. We can watch a movie."
Faith nodded against his chest.
Zac went to set up the home theater room while Faith chose a movie from the huge collection that he had. She tilted her head as fingers brushed across the shelves of DVDs. Her fingers stopped on Phantom of the Opera. The last time she had watched it was more than a couple of years ago with Zac. She pulled it out and strolled into the home theater room.
It was set up to be like a movie theater. The floor of the room was covered with a dark carpet. The room had two rows of cushioned chairs covered with soft red velvet, and a huge projector screen hung right in front. The lighting and sound system could be adjusted with switches on the various remote controls, which Faith could never figure out.
She had been in this room a couple of times; it was an indulgence to watch movies on a big screen at home. She narrowed her eyes as she searched her memories for a time when there were more than three people using the home theater room. Zac rarely had parties at his house. The business parties he had didn't require the use of this room either.
She settled down on a seat, and Zac joined her shortly after. Pulling up the armrest that was in between them, Zac pulled her in to lean on his chest as the movie began.
"You want some snacks?"
"Nope, I'm fine," Faith muttered, as she laid lazily against him.
As the movie played, Zac would occasionally kiss her hair and let his fingers run through them.
"Are you bored? We can watch something else." Faith looked up and smiled at Zac.
Zac didn't answer; his index finger tilted her head further up as he leaned in to kiss her. His mouth touched hers slightly, planting sweet and gentle kisses on her. His hand dropped from her hair and onto her waist, pulling her closer to him.
His lips parted, and his tongue gently teased hers. Faith sat up and leaned back, draping her hands over his neck. Zac's kiss got deeper and fiercer as he pushed Faith further back, leaning on the armrest of her seat. His body was on top of hers as his hand ran through her hair, down the side of her face and cupping it behind her neck.
Faith's heart sped in her chest as Zac leaned down on her. She could feel his hard-muscled chest over hers and the crazy thumping of his heart that seemed to match hers. Her hands grazed across his shoulders and down his chest.
As Zac's lips left her mouth, he kissed down her jaws and then her neck. Faith let out a soft moan as Zac nibbled her neck. "I love you," Zac whispered into her ears and nibbled at her lobes.
She tilted her head slightly away, giving him more room. Her hands fisted, grabbing his shirt and pulling him toward her even when there was no more space to close in between them. His hands moved down her waist and hips.
Faith gulped. It was difficult to have rational thoughts when he was kissing her that way. While his kisses continued down her neck, he told her how beautiful she was, and how he had wanted to kiss her like that for the whole day.
She bit her lips as Zac continued kissing down her neck.
"Zac," her voice came out husky.
Immediately, Zac froze. Faith heard him sigh softly as he stilled for another few seconds before sitting up. He ran his hand through his dark hair, and let out a slow long breath.
Faith sat up, looking straight at the screen.
"Sorry, got a little carried away."
Faith smiled and turned slowly to Zac. "I'm sorry. I..."
Zac narrowed his eyes and pulled her into his chest again. "Faith, I want you. I want you real bad. But...I promised to wait. You have nothing to be sorry about. I am the one who was carried away. I should be the one apologizing. I am sorry."
His arms tightened around her as he said the last three words slowly and deliberately. Faith smiled and snuggled closer. "I love you," she said softly.
"I love you too."
The next few weeks were routine for Faith and Zac. He continued to drive her to work every morning without fail, and spent as much of his free time with her. Faith had learnt the inside outs of the company, and was proving to be a worthy heiress and businesswoman.
Faith stood in her room, watching herself in the mirror as the noise from the crowd below buzzed. Everyone else was busy downstairs, entertaining the guests who had already arrived. She smoothed down her ivory silk dress, the one that Zac had gotten for her at the resort.
Her grandmother tried persuading Faith to get another dress, but she had already made up her mind. No matter what her grandmother say, Faith refused to yield from her decision. In the end, her grandmother had no choice but to let it go.
With the help of Faith's mother and grandmother, Faith barely had to lift a finger for her engagement party. She did insist that it be kept small, and the guest list had to be approved by her personally.
Between her insisting that she personally approve the guest list and her refusal to budge on the dress, her family had concluded that working in the company had made her bossy. Faith smiled as she gazed into the mirror. Yes, working in the corporate world was toughing her up in certain aspects.
"What are you thinking of?" A familiar voice came from behind her, and her smile broadened as she saw Zac in the reflection.
Zac beamed a brilliant smile in response to hers. He loved seeing her smiles, especially when it was directed toward him. Walking over, he wrapped his hands around her from behind and whispered into her ears, "You look beautiful."
"Thanks to you." Faith smiled, turning her head slightly to look at Zac.
Keeping one hand wrapped around her waist, he ran his other hand down her arm while he showered kisses down her neck and shoulders. "I can't wait to announce to the world that you're mine.
Faith chuckled softly. She turned around to face Zac and draped her hands over his neck to pull him down for a kiss. Zac broke into a smile as he tightened his grip around her waist.
The sudden clearing of throat jolted both of them. Faith took a step away, but Zac held her in place before turning around himself.
"Hi Aunt Michelle." "Hi mum." They both spoke in perfect unison.
"Both of you do realize that all the people downstairs are here for the two of you, right?" Faith's mother spoke with consternation.
Zac laughed. "Yes, we get it. We will be down in five minutes."
Faith's mother narrowed her eyes and stared at Zac for a moment before breaking into a smile. She shook her head and sighed softly. "Fine, but only five minutes." Then she turned and left the room.
Immediately, Zac pulled Faith in for a kiss. His hands held her tight around her waist, pulling her so close that their body lined each other's. Faith's hands resumed their position around his neck, kissing him back, meeting his passion with hers.
When Zac pulled away for a breath, Faith smiled and took a step back. Zac allowed her to put a small distance between them, but his arms formed a cage, keeping her close.
Zac looked at Faith, the ivory dress and her cream skin seemed to make her glow. Releasing one of his arms around her waist, he brushed a loose tendril behind her ears before gently tracing his finger down the side of her jaw.
It seemed surreal to have Faith in his arms, smiling as though he was the only person who mattered in the world. He leaned in a gave her a soft peck on her lips, then lifting her face with his index finger, he looked deep into her eyes.
"I love you, Faith Preston. I love you with all my heart; I love you more than my own life."
The words came out in such gentle whispers that it felt like a caress. Faith tiptoed and lightly grazed her lips against his, whispering, "As I love you, with all my heart and soul."
Zac wanted to stand right where he was and simply hold her in his arms for the rest of his life. He didn't care about anything else in the world but the beautiful angel before him. With a sigh, he took a step back.
"We should go, before I decide to just kidnap you and keep you all to myself. And...Your mother will not be that kind if she has to fetch us again."
Faith laughed softly, "Yes, it is not a wise idea to suffer her wrath."
Zac took her hands and led her down the stairs. There were less than fifty guests invited for the engagement party, and the only people from the media were Adeline and Josh. Zac knew Faith would be more comfortable with people whom she already knew, and because of that, Adeline and Josh had exclusive coverage.
Faith would have preferred not to have any reporters around, but everyone else thought that it was a good idea to let the whole world know that Zac is taken. Her family was behaving that way due to the Nicole Smith photograph incident, but Zac had agreed with them, so Faith gave in.
Zac and Faith dutifully went around the floor, greeting their friends and close business partners. Zac maneuvered Faith around with his hand on her back. Knowing that Faith didn't like such parties, Zac had kept her close. That was until Jessica came and tried pulling her away.
He had grabbed onto her hand, refusing to let her be towed off by Jessica.
"Oh come on, you can spare her for a few minutes."
"No, actually I can't."
"Faith, tell your possessive boyfriend to let go. I'm not interested in playing tug-of-war with him."
"Fiancé," Zac corrected.
Faith chuckled softly. "It's all right, Zac." Faith patted his hand gently. "I'll be fine with Jessica. She just wants to gossip."
Zac broke into a smile while Jessica scowled.
"Fine." Then turning to Jessica, Zac spoke in all politeness. "When you are done with your gossips, please send her back to me, personally."
Jessica rolled her eyes as they turned and walked off. "All right, I'm officially jealous. I want someone who would look at me like that, who would want me beside him every waking minute," Jessica grumbled as she walked away with Faith.
"You are a great person. I know you will find someone."
Before they could escape the crowd, someone cut into their path and stood right in front of them. The two ladies jerked to a stop and their heads snapped up to see who the rude person was.
All expression was drained out of Jessica's face before her business-look of all seriousness replaced it. Faith gasped and frowned with her mouth agape.
"How did you get in?" Jessica snapped at Wilson Miller.
Faith blinked as she recovered from her shock. She couldn't care less about Wilson's answer; she turned her head, looking for Zac amidst the sea of faces. But before her eyes could register anyone, she felt a hard grip on her shoulder, sending her head back to face Wilson.
"Don't you dare touch her!" Jessica barked and shoved at Wilson's hand, but his grip held firm.
Zac had kept his eyes on Faith even as she walked away with Jessica. Gosh she is beautiful. And she is mine.
That thought alone caused the corners of his lips to turn up. As he conversed with the guest, his eyes would constantly turn to Faith, it was as though she was a magnet, attracting all of his attention. It was difficult to focus on anyone else but her.
With Faith being the only one in white, it was easy to spot her. Everyone else was wearing dark colored evening gowns, a dress code set by her grandmother. So, when Faith halted suddenly, he instantly noticed. Casting his glance over her shoulders, he saw Wilson standing before her.
He excused himself from the conversation and strode toward Faith, reaching her just as Jessica tried shoving Wilson's hand unsuccessfully. What Jessica failed, Zac succeeded.
He grabbed Wilson's hand and wrenched it from Faith's shoulder before pulling her behind him. Their commotion had caused a slight stir and the guests surrounding them turned to look at the four of them.
"Faith, you all right?" Zac asked her without taking his eyes of Wilson.
"Yes." Faith's voice was soft, and Zac knew that she wasn't pleased with the current situation. Then turning to Jessica, he smiled. "Thank you Jessica. I can take over from here, why don't you take Faith somewhere else to chat."
Jessica continued her menacing glared at Wilson for a moment, before nodding and reaching for Faith while Dylan flanked Zac's side.
"I just came to congratulate the two of you." Wilson's words came out in a sneer.
"You were not invited. How did you get in?"
"Yes, I was an experienced and treasured employee at Preston's. I'm rather upset that I wasn't invited." Wilson exaggerated his expression with a pretentious, forlorn look plastered on his face.
Zac took a step closer, towering over him. "What do you want exactly?"
"Nothing, I'm just here to congratulate my boss on his daughter's marriage."
Zac knew that Wilson was up to something. "Sorry, this party is for invited guests only." Grabbing the collar of Wilson's coat, he jerked him slightly off the ground. "Stay away from Faith. If I see your hands on her again, I will break them."
Mustering all of his patience, he let Wilson go and took a step back. "Dylan, will you make sure that this weasel gets off the property."
"My pleasure," Dylan announced as he cracked his fingers.
Giving Dylan a thank-you pat on his arm, he turned and scanned the room for Faith. Before his eyes found Faith, he saw Adeline with Josh nearby, and curiosity swarmed in their eyes. He made a mental note to speak to them after he made sure that Faith was fine.
He continued moving, and saw Jessica and Faith's family in the corner of her room, but Faith was nowhere in sight. Worried, he widened his strides toward Jessica. "Where is she?"
"She went upstairs, said she needed a break," Jessica said.
He let out an audible sigh. "Told you to return her to me personally." He scanned the room again to make sure that Wilson was no longer around.
Jessica scowled. "She just needs some air. You know how she is with entertaining people. Or, maybe she just needs a break from you."
Zac shook his head. "No, something is wrong. I don't know, but I'm sure Wilson has something up his sleeves. Why would he sneak into a party only to create a scene and get thrown out?"
Jessica bit her lips. Zac's reasoning did make sense. "But she's in her own house, surely she'll be safe."
"Right, of course." Although he had agreed with Jessica, he couldn't shake the apprehension from his heart. He needed to see for himself that Faith was safe. "She went upstairs, right?"
Jessica nodded. "I'll come with you."
"No, it's fine...I just want to make sure," Zac paused. "I'm sorry I took it out on you."
"Go!" Jessica insisted. "I'll check with Dylan to make sure he got Wilson off the property."
Zac headed up the stairs, and before reaching the top of the stairs, he called out, "Faith?" Silence. The door to her room was slightly ajar, but not a sound stirred from within.
It wasn't a big deal. Perhaps, Faith simply didn't close it properly. However, his heart thumped as he slowly pushed the door open. As the door opened, he saw Faith sitting on her chair. Her face was blank, revealing nothing.
Relieved to see her, he pushed the door wide open and stepped in. Then, he froze. "Faith," Zac breathed out her name.
Faith heard him, she turned to him and for a moment, fear swept across her face. She closed her eyes and rearranged her features, pushing the distress from her face. She knew that any sign of weakness from her would only distract Zac.
Zac's face instantly drained of all colors, and he felt cold to his bones. "Nicole, drop your gun."
Nicole smirked. "Hi sweetie, why haven't you returned my calls?" she asked as she waved the gun before Faith.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't call you back, please, put down your gun."
"No!" Nicole screamed and jammed the gun against Faith's cheeks. "I thought you were just fooling around. That you'll get tired of her soon. I waited, Zac...I waited."
Zac took a step forward. "Nicole."
"No! It's too late. I'm going to kill her now. Then, you'll be mine," Nicole raved and pressed the gun harder against Faith.
Faith flinched, but her actions only caused Nicole to exert more strength.
Downstairs, Jessica got to Dylan right outside the door. "Wilson out?"
Dylan nodded, but his brows were furrowed, and he was deep in thought.
"What's wrong?" Jessica asked, worried.
"Nothing, it's just something he said..." Dylan hesitated. "I think Nicole is here."
Jessica rubbed her temples. "Her again? When will she learn to let go?"
"Jess, the last time I spoke to Nicole, she jumped at the chance to sabotage them. She seemed..." Dylan ran through his mind for a word. "Unstable. I couldn't care less, and she worked with me on the photo incident." He looked away, embarrassed at himself for such despicable behavior.
Turning Jessica, they walked back into the house together. "I called her again after sorting things out with Zac and Faith. She went hysterical, she was screaming through the phone, and said something about finding her own way. I didn't think much of it and hung up. But now, I think she's here."
Instead of walking into the crowd, Jessica grabbed Dylan's arm and hurried up the stairs.
"Where are we going?"
"Faith went to her room. Zac was right. Wilson was a distraction."
It took Dylan a few seconds to comprehend Jessica's words. When the meaning finally dawned upon him, he dashed up the stairs to Faith's room.
He skidded to a stop right outside. Giving Jessica a frantic glance, he said, "Nicole."
"Ah, my ex-partner."
Jessica needed no explanation. Dylan gave her a clear signal that she was not to proceed further. Knowing that she was still out of Nicole's range of sight, she took a few steps back and whipped out her phone to call the police.
Gathering his composure, he beamed a smile back to her. "Well, hello there."
"Nice of you to join us," Nicole greeted Dylan while Zac took the chance to take another step forward.
"What are you planning to do, Nicole? You have one gun, and there are three of us." Dylan had noticed Zac moving closer to Faith so he took a deliberate step to the side, shifting Nicole's focus.
His plan worked, Nicole's eyes shifted with his step and Zac inched another step forward while Faith took her silver letter opener, and slipped her hand to her side.
"I have more than three bullets," she state plainly.
Dylan laughed and taunted. "Do you even know how to use a gun?"
Nicole flew off the handle and turned her gun toward Dylan.
Faith had been forcing herself to stay calm for this moment. She jumped to her feet and pushed Nicole's arm upwards while her hand jabbed the letter opener into Nicole's thigh.
The gun went off, and the bullet ricocheted off the ceiling. Instinct might have caused Zac and Dylan to duck, but they were both already leaping forward.
Zac closed the distance between them and pulled Faith away from the howling Nicole, while Dylan hurried to pin Nicole down before she could get off another shot.
As Zac pulled Faith into his arms, her knees gave way, and she crumpled. Zac supported her and wrapped his arms around her tight. His own heart was still suffering from palpitations, and he couldn't speak. He wanted to ease her from the trepidation raging her body, but his mind was blank.
"Dylan!" Jessica heard the shot and ran into the room. Nicole was still squirming and shrieking at the top of her lungs.
"I'm fine," Dylan replied as he slid the gun that he had pried from Nicole across the room. "Are you guys hurt?" he yelled over his shoulders so that they could hear him.
Zac took in a deep breath, lifting Faith slightly off his chest; he gave her a quick look over. "No, I don't think so." He lifted Faith off the floor and carried her to sit on the bed.
Outside the room, loud clacking of heels grew louder and soon, the two Mrs. Prestons, Jonathan Preston and George came bursting in. "What was all that fracas?" Faith's mother cringed as another of Nicole's high-pitched hysteria pierced through the room.
Dylan smiled sheepishly, not sure how to summarize the events.
Irritated beyond all bearings by Nicole's shrill howling, Jessica took off a pillow casing and stuffed it into Nicole's mouth. "Shut up!" Sitting down on Nicole's legs, she asked, "Can we just smash a vase over her head to knock her out?"
Faith laughed, but her hands were still cold and quivering. Zac pulled Faith against his chest and rubbed his warm palm against her back.
"Is everyone all right? Anyone hurt?" Mr. Preston questioned.
"Everyone is fine," Zac replied.
"And I have already called the police," Jessica added.
Mr. Preston nodded. "We'll send the guests back. George, wait for the police and lead them up here," George picked up the gun and proceeded down the stairs after the Prestons.
"I'm so sorry," Zac whispered.
Faith's head snapped up. "For what?"
"This." He used his chin and gestured toward Nicole. "I caused this."
"I could have easily caused this too," Dylan interrupted. "And Miller had a hand to play in it too. Speaking of which, someone should go after him."
"I have already informed the police about him. They should be looking for him." Jessica shook her head. "What a party."
Zac smiled wryly. "Looks like the universe really does have something against us getting together."
"It's not your fault for being such a ridiculously good catch that made me the source of envy for so many women." Faith smiled. "Anyway, I don't care what the universe thinks, I'm keeping you."
He chuckled. "Have you seen the way every guy looked at you tonight? I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from shouting out to everyone that you're mine and to keep their eyes to themselves."
Faith wanted to protest, but Zac closed his mouth over hers, effectively stopping any form of conversation between them.
It was a soft gentle kiss, but when Faith traced her palms down his chest, Zac encased his arms around her, and deepened his kiss. His tongue explored hers while his hands cupped against her face.
"Hello? There are other people in this room too. Or would you like us to leave you with the deranged woman underneath us?" Dylan voiced.
Zac smiled arrogantly, pleased that Faith too, had completely forgotten the rest of the world.
When the police arrived, they cuffed Nicole and led her to the police car, while the rest of them trotted down the stairs to give their statements. Zac held on to Faith's hand and kept her by his side. She was no longer shaking, but Zac still couldn't remove the notion that he had almost lost Faith.
The police officers were efficient; they took down their statements and swiftly wrapped up everything that they needed to do.
"Zac," Dylan called out.
He looked up at Dylan and saw him gesturing toward the door. Adeline stood by the door, beside Josh. Kissing Faith's hair, Zac told her that he had to speak with Adeline for a moment. Faith nodded, but instead of simply walking away, he brought Faith over to Jessica.
"Jessica, would you entertain Faith for me, just for a while?"
"I thought you couldn't be without her," Jessica taunted with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Yikes," Zac cringed and turned to Faith. "Will you be safe with a green eyed monster?"
That comment earned him a blow in his ribs. He laughed and turning to Faith, he continued, "It will just take a few minutes." Before walking away, he gave Dylan a look.
"What was that look about?" Jessica asked.
Dylan smiled. "It was the I-trust-you-to-take-care-of-Faith look and the I-will-kill-you-if-anything-happens-to-Faith-while-under-your-watch look."
Faith rolled her eyes. "Nonsense."
He shrugged. "You always know when we're lying. Am I lying?"
She had to laugh. She knew it was true when Dylan said it, but it just sounded so ridiculous.
"It does sound exactly like what Zac would do. He was irate when I let you go upstairs on your own just now. Thank God, nothing happened to you, or he would have never forgiven me. I will never forgive myself."
Faith shook her head, but Dylan was the one who spoke. "Jess, you can't blame yourself. How would you know that a crazy woman was up there with a gun?"
Faith smiled. "He's right. It's not your fault. Zac was just being Zac. Forgive him."
"You mean he was being the knight-in-shiny-armor him?" Jessica teased, and everyone laughed.
As Zac neared Adeline, she nervously voiced. "I thought I should personally say goodbye. Are you and Miss Preston all right? If you need anything..."
"Thanks Adeline, we're fine. I'm sorry it was a wasted trip." Zac stretched out his hand, giving both Adeline and Josh a handshake.
Adeline eyed Nicole suspiciously. Despite being in the police car, Adeline could see that she was still crazed. "Are you sure you don't need any help? I promise nothing of this will go into the article."
"Yes, we'll be fine. Thanks again. Perhaps, if you would like, you can join us at the wedding. Hopefully, no one will be there to wreck it."
Josh laughed, but Adeline glared at him, shutting him up instantly. "Really? I would love to be there. Thank you."
Zac smiled politely. "Faith is more comfortable around people whom she already knows."
The laughter from Faith drew his attention, and he turned; ready to go back to Faith.
"I'll be sure to thank her properly, another day. We should be on our way now, and let all of you get some rest."
The next day, Nicole's father came by to speak to both Zac and Faith, pleading for them to drop the charges. He told them that Nicole was sick, she had been seeing a therapist, but no one had realized that she had stopped taking her medications.
Taking out a thick photo album, he flipped through the pages and showed them pictures of another man. All the photos appeared to have been taken from afar. "The same thing happened slightly over a year ago. Nicole met him at a concert and somehow convinced herself and even us that they were in love and getting married. I have never met the guy before, but she always looked so happy that I went along with it blindly."
"How could you not know? Didn't you at least expect her to bring him home?" Zac asked, his tone angry, and laced with accusations.
Mr. Smith nodded solemnly and continued flipping through the album, "My wife and I tried for ten years before we got Nicole. We gave her everything she wanted and did everything her way. So initially, when she insisted that he was busy, we didn't pressure her otherwise. When I couldn't take it anymore, I went to find him on my own, and that was when he told me that he didn't even know who Nicole was."
Closing the album, he closed his eyes as he continued the story. "When I showed him Nicole's photo and bellowed at him that she was already planning their wedding, he suddenly went through the roof and barked at me about Nicole stalking him." The elderly man took in a deep breath and look at Faith.
"I'm sorry about everything. The therapist said she was better, and we didn't think to check her pills." He choked on his last few words and Faith could see the tears in his eyes.
"What happened with the man in the end?"
"After verifying his story, my wife and I decided to institutionalize Nicole. She stayed there for over half a year, and when the therapist said she was getting better, we were keen to have her home. That night, when you had dinner with her, that was her first week home with us."
Taking Faith's hand, Mr. Smith begged for Faith's forgiveness and for them to consider dropping their suit.
Zac pried Mr. Smith's hand from Faith and held her hand in his. "Save your tears. My only concern is Faith's safety. If we drop this, how can I be sure that she won't come back for Faith? I don't want Faith to have to live her life looking over her shoulders."
Faith bit her lips and gently squeezed his arm.
"We'll move and send her back to therapy. I can assure you that she won't bother either of you anymore."
Zac rolled his eyes. "But we're not. We'll be here. How do I know that two years later, she won't come back for Faith? Or six months down the road when you think she's better and receive her back at home?"
Mr. Smith shook his head as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "We're having her confined. We're not going to let history repeat itself again. It's for her own good."
Zac sent Mr. Smith out stating that he would think about it even though he didn't intend to drop the case. A few days after that, Faith kept trying to convince him that Mr. Smith would stay true to his word and that, they shouldn't destroy someone's life just because she was sick.
Eventually, Zac gave in and dropped the case. As promised, the Smiths moved away, and Zac received all the documentation of Nicole's confinement within a few days after Nicole was released. With that, Zac considered that chaotic chapter closed and prepared for his new life with Faith.
As Faith sat in her chair, waiting for the ceremony to start, her palms started perspiring, and her heart pounded hard in her chest. She had no idea why she was so nervous. She rubbed her hands down her gown and took in a deep breath.
"You look nervous," Jessica commented as she handed her a glass of water
"I am."
"Why? You look gorgeous, and you're marrying a great guy."
"I'm not getting cold feet Jess, I just am nervous." She sighed and bit her lips.
Jessica smiled and gave her a tight hug. "I have something to take your mind off things."
Faith smiled as curiosity took over the reins of her fluttering heart, easing it down a notch. "What is it?"
"Actually, it's from Zac." She reached into a bag and took out a brown parcel, slightly larger than an A4 size paper.
Jessica sat beside her as Faith unwrapped the parcel, eager to see what it was. When Faith tore off the brown wrapping paper, she gasped. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the framed portrait in her hands.
The sketch was of her, reading on the swing her father had built. On the bottom corner of the portrait, Zac had signed and dated it. She brushed her thumb across the date; he had drawn it when they were still in high school.
Faith remembered Zac used to have a sketchpad which he would draw on every now and then as a hobby. He treated it like a journal, refusing to let anyone, but himself see the contents of the book, so she never knew that such a portrait of her existed.
On the top of the portrait was Zac's handwriting. It has always been you.
Faith took in a deep breath and tilted her chin up in desperate aim of stopping the tears from streaming down her face.
"Aww, the green eyed monster is back," Jessica whined, bringing a fit of laughter from Faith. Reaching over to the dressing table, Jessica pulled out a piece of tissue and carefully dabbed at the beads of tears hanging at the corners of her eyes.
As Faith walked down the aisle on her father's arm, she didn't hear the music and neither did she notice all eyes that were on her. All she saw was Zac, standing in a well-cut black suit, glowing with a happiness that matched her own. The only pair of eyes that mattered was his.
She wanted to run into his arms and tell him that she loved the sketch, that it was a better present than the biggest diamond in the world. However, if she had done that, she knew that her grandmother and mother might just kill her before she could even get near Zac.
Silently, she thanked her grandmother for making her go through the rehearsal so many times. She simply couldn't take her eyes of Zac, and it was difficult to pay attention to anything else except for the fact that she wanted to be in his arms. Fortunately, the rehearsals had drilled the rhythm into her legs, and they moved according to the beat without her having to pay attention.
When Faith's father handed her over to Zac, Faith beamed at Zac. Zac pulled her to his side, and they took their place in front of the altar. Faith turned to look at Zac to find him looking right back at her.
"I love the sketch. It was beautiful. It is the sweetest present anyone could ever give me," Faith whispered softly, but her joy was evident.
Zac smiled back in return.
When they finished their vows and exchanged their rings, Zac leaned in, but held her face in place as he whispered, "It had always been you, Faith, right from the start." Then, he kissed her.
Tears streamed down her face, and she thought she might just explode from the joy within her. Zac wiped the tears away from her face. "You look so amazing today, wife."
"You look extremely good in your suit too, husband."
Stop Kony 2012
Hi there!
I hope you enjoyed the story. I wanted to name this chapter "A note from author", but this isn't really the point of this chapter. I would simply like to play my small part in helping to make the world a better place.
The sponsoring of children, which Faith does in the story, is real. Organizations exist to help children who aren't as blessed as you and me. Through them, individuals like you and I, can play a part in touching a child's life too. Personally, I sponsor children through Compassion.com. I would love to write a brief introduction about them and let you know how you can make the world a better place by stretching forth your hand to help them. I have just emailed them to ask for their permission in doing so, but till then, you can always check out their websites to find out more.
However, as you can see, the title of this chapter is Stop Kony 2012.
This morning (March 8th, 2012), I woke up and finally clicked on a video that a couple of my friends has been sharing on facebook. It's a 30-minute movie by Invisible Children and here is what the description of the video states:
"KONY 2012 is a film and campaign by Invisible Children that aims to make Joseph Kony famous, not to celebrate him, but to raise support for his arrest and set a precedent for international justice."
For 26 years, Joseph Kony abducts children from their homes into his rebel group, the LRA. Over 30,000 children had been kidnapped and forced to commit unimaginable acts. He's not fighting any cause, simply for power.
You can watch the video at this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc
I was genuinely touched by the video and have decided to use whatever God has given me to help play a small part in helping His children. This is how this chapter is born.
No children should have to go live in fear and tyranny of a man.
Watch the video and share the link. You can spread the word and you can help these children. Let's help in creating a world that doesn't allow Joseph Konys', or child soldiers. A place where children, no matter where they live, have a childhood that is free from fear.
Thank you, for taking the time to read this.
Shalom,
Trisha Grace
About Author
Trisha Grace graduated from Bradford University with an Accounting and Finance degree. She has always been an avid reader and had a passion for writing. After being a tutor for over six years, she finally sat down and penned her own novels.
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For twenty years, Tyler Hayes had been ripped from his childhood home. After the horrific accident that took away his parents' life, Tyler's grandfather removed him from the mansion and sent him away.
Now, after twenty years, his grandfather had passed away and he could finally go home. However, even in his death, Tyler's grandfather had betrayed him once again, leaving the mansion to a woman he had never met.
Even though Kate Mitchell had never met Tyler, she knew all about the accident that changed the Hayes's family. Unbeknownst to her, was how she was going to end up being caught in the middle of a long estranged relationship between two different generations.
Two complete different personalities would have to learn to get along and play nice in order to survive a will that would change their lives.
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- Ghost of the Past Book 2 - Closing Books
The traditional role of man and woman becomes twisted with Dan and Evelyn.
The chemistry between Dan and Evelyn is obvious to all, but with severe trust issues and a dark past that was returning to haunt her, Evelyn couldn't get herself to commit to anything. Along with a brand new secret, she's not only pushing Dan away, but possibly end up destroying the only friendship and family she ever had.
Despite being unwilling to give up, the layers of secrets and walls that Evelyn had built between them made it impossible for Dan to move forward with her. With the timely entrance of a new lady, and a series of events that propelled a dangerous and possibly deadly end, which would tear the tightly-knitted group apart, everyone would have to make a choice and live with it...for better or for worse.
- Ghost of the Past Book 3 - Growing Up
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© 2011 Trisha Grace
With one less team to work with, the projects that the original team was supposed to deal with ended up on Kate's table. She had been so busy over the past month she promised that once the team's probation was over, she was going to treat Evelyn and herself to a holiday.
However, no matter how busy she was at work, she always made it back home for dinner and would spend an hour or two on the piano with Tyler. Otherwise, they would drink their coffee and talk about their work, or Kate would find another photo album and make Tyler tell her about the various holidays he had.
Each time he spoke of the various places, he would tell her all the things they could do if they ever went there. That was the only downside of the conversations they had.
When they made plans for the cabin, Kate was excited and really looking forward to the trip. However, when they started talking about all the other places, it made her heart ache at all the things that she would not be able to do with Tyler.
Tyler noticed how quiet Kate would get whenever he started making plans for them, and he thought that he had once again crossed the line, and that she didn't appreciate him making decisions for her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be saying it like you have to go, I'm just saying, if you want to go."
"And I want to; I just don't think we can find the time." Again, Kate found the inadequateness in the length of days they had left together in the mansion.
"I know you've been busy, but you said you'll be freer once the team's probation is over. If you want, we can make the trip to the cabin then. Just tell me when you're free, I'll arrange everything."
Kate was suddenly tempted to persuade Evelyn to reduce the length of probation. "I would love that."
Tyler grinned widely, "Great. Oh, and are you free this Friday night? It's the company's annual dinner and I'm afraid that it may drag beyond midnight." He felt awful lying to her. Tyler never stayed more than an hour at such a dinner. He would turn up, as duty required of him, but would disappear at the first moment he could.
Spending a night out with her was, however, appealing enough for him to try it.
"Yea, I can go with you. Is it formal?"
"Yes, is that alright?"
Kate asked with a teasing grin, "Are you going to change the dress code for me if I said no?"
"I can, if you want." Tyler knew she would never ask him to do that, she wouldn't want to trouble him, though he was completely truthful.
Kate chuckled softly, "It's fine. Evelyn has been pestering me to go shopping with her. So I can get a dress then."
Evelyn was thrilled when she heard about Kate having to buy a dress for dinner. She had been bugging Kate to go shopping with her for weeks, but she was always saying that she was too tired or that she had to go back to the mansion for dinner. She couldn't complain though, Kate always asked her along, and she must admit that Marianne's cooking was definitely worth missing the shopping trips.
They went from shop to shop, but not a single dress caught Kate's eyes. The ones that Evelyn chose was too revealing for her, and she just couldn't find one that would make her look presentable enough for the dinner. "Kate, you look great in the dresses. I'm not saying it cos' I'm getting tired. You know how I always say things as they are. If they suck on you, I will say it. You look great, so why do you seem so nervous about the dinner? It's just a company dinner."
Kate brushed down the midnight blue dress and tilted at an angle to see how she looked. "I'm not nervous. It's a company dinner and I just want to be presentable."
"You look more than presentable, Kate. You're slim and tall, you look nice wearing anything."
Awkwardly, Kate pulled on the satin material around her chest. "It's sort of revealing though."
"No, it isn't! The back isn't cut low, nor is it showing enough cleavage," Evelyn said as she shook her head.
"We can help you make some minor adjustments to pull the material closer around your chest," a sales assistant spoke from behind her.
"That would be great," Kate said before Evelyn could send the sales assistant away.
Evelyn watched as the sales assistant pulled the satin closer around the chest and pinned it up. "Are you guys getting serious? You've been spending a lot of time together."
Kate kept her eyes on the mirror, but she couldn't stop the soft sigh escaping her lips.
"He likes you, he treats you differently," Evelyn stated as if she had known Tyler for years. "Dan says that even knowing him for nearly two decades, he had never seen him so happy. He says that he speaks to you more in a week, than to all of them combined, throughout the years."
"You met Dan again?" Kate asked, surprised that Evelyn hadn't mentioned it to her.
"He asked me out for dinner and I said yes," Evelyn said with a shrug. "It's nothing."
When she changed out of the dress, the sales assistant took the dress to record the adjustments to be made. Kate sat down next to Evelyn, "He keeps making plans for us, but I cannot help but feel that once the year is up, once we go back to our individual lives, all the plans will fall to nothing."
Evelyn observed Kate for a moment before saying, "And you're afraid that it will...Oh Kate..." Evelyn knew that the situation could end disastrously when Kate decided to move in, but never had she thought that Kate would fall in love. Though she was prone to taking care of people, she wasn't one who was prone to fall in love. Unlike her, Kate took relationship seriously and responsibly. She wouldn't rush into a relationship because of feelings, she took small and measured steps.
Giving Kate a hug, she smiled warmly, "Everything will be alright, and it will have a good ending because you are the greatest person I've ever known."
Kate broke into a smile at Evelyn's words. "And you're the greatest friend anyone can have," she said, returning Evelyn's hug.
On Friday, Kate stood in the altered dress and that was when she suddenly realized that she didn't have any formal jewelry to go with the dress. She hadn't been to many formal events and never had the need or want for clunky jewelry. She chided herself for being so muddleheaded, but there was nothing she could do. It was too late for her to go out and search for something to go along with her dress.
She had taken half a day off work to have her nails and hair done. The hairstylist put her hair up in a loose bun. Without her hair over her shoulders, her neck seemed bare, even though her mother's locket was around it. Taking in a deep breath, which was the best she could do, she stepped out of the room to find Tyler leaning against the wall by her door. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
"No, it's fine..." his words trailed off as he took in the sight of her in a long satin dress. She looked elegant and magnificent.
"Do I look alright?" Kate asked as she saw Tyler giving her a scan.
"More than alright."
Kate beamed, "Good, I won't want to embarrass you." Then she noticed the black box that Tyler was holding. "What's that?"
Tyler followed her eyes to the box in his hand. "Oh, right, I wanted you to have this," he said as he handed her the box.
"What is it?"
"Open it."
Kate did as she was told, and gasped as she saw the diamond necklace, earrings and bracelet. "You didn't buy this, did you? I can't accept this. It's too expensive."
"I didn't spend a cent. It was my mother's. I remembered she had it and Marianne said most of her stuff was in the attic, so I just dug it out."
"Your mother's? Then all the more I can't accept this," Kate said. "It's beautiful and I appreciate the thought, but I cannot take your mother's jewelry. And you went into the attic?" Kate never thought he would venture into the attic. Since they moved into the house, not once had he peeked into his parents' room, nor had he taken a step up the stairs to the attic.
Tyler took the box from her and with his hand on her arm; he gently guided her back into the room. Placing the box on the table, he took the necklace and leaned in, hooking it in place behind the neck, while removing her mother's locket. "Then just wear it tonight. It's not doing any good collecting dust in the attic anyway." He placed the locket gently by the box and reached for the bracelet.
"I'm sure my mother would love for you to wear it. They look great on you." The necklace, though diamond studded, wasn't clunky in anyway. It draped beautifully around her neck and down to the opening of her dress. Then lifting her hand, Tyler clasped the bracelet around her wrist.
As his fingers reached for the earrings, Kate took them before he did and put them on. The close proximity and his gentle touch was making her heart flutter, putting the attic completely out of her mind. "Just tonight then."
He took her hand, placed them on the crook of his arm, and walked down the stairs with her.
"Oh you found them!" Marianne exclaimed when she saw the jewelry on Kate. "They look wonderful on you dear."
Kate blushed, "Thank you. Do I look alright?"
"Of course you do. You will make Tyler the envy of everyone at the dinner."
Laughing, Kate shook her head. "I wasn't aiming for that, I just hope I look alright."
"I told you, you look better than alright," Tyler said.
Everyone as the dinner was astonished to see their boss with a date. It was a well-known fact that Mr. Hayes hated socializing, and even though he would turn up at their company function, he never once came with anyone, or stayed longer than an hour.
Kate clutched onto Tyler's arm and inched nearer to him, when she noticed all the stares on her. "Is there something on my face?" Kate asked, feeling uneasy with the attention.
"They're just surprised that I came with someone."
"You've never brought anyone to your company dinner?"
Tyler merely shook his head. Kate scanned the room at all the unfamiliar faces who were blatantly staring at her. All the attention was making her regret her decision. When her eyes finally registered a familiar face, her eyes lit up and she smiled warmly. "Mr. Russell."
Tyler stopped their stride toward their table when she spotted Tim Russell, the supervisor who went down to her house for the installation of the alarm.
"Hi, Miss Mitchell, nice to see you again. You look amazing," Tim smiled politely.
"Thank you. Just call me Kate."
Tim nodded and introduced the lady next to him. "This is my wife, Adrianna. She works in the company, too."
"Hi Adrianna, you look beautiful." Kate turned to look at Tyler, but he continued his silence and merely nodded in acknowledgement of Adrianna. "And this is Mr. Hayes, he works here too. I have no idea why he brought me here, only to keep quiet," Kate said, a less than subtle hint to Tyler that he wasn't being sociable.
Adrianna and Tim grinned widely and gave a nervous laugh. Though Tim had noticed how differently Mr. Hayes treated Kate, no one ever made fun of their boss that way, and they weren't quite sure how he would react.
"I brought you here so that you can answer questions for me, which you so commonly do," Tyler returned with a wide grin.
Seeing his casual and relaxed stance, Tim and Adrianna laughed when Kate narrowed her eyes at Mr. Hayes.
"Will we be sitting together? It'll be nice to know someone at the table," Kate commented.
"Yes, I made arrangements for them to be seated at the same table," Tyler answered as he took a step away from Tim and Adrianna and continued their stride to their table.
Kate was dragged along and she said her temporary goodbyes hastily. "That was mighty rude of you," Kate said to Tyler once they were out of earshot.
"What was?" Tyler asked, uncertain about what she was talking about.
"Ty! We should've chatted with them awhile longer, ask them how they were and so forth."
"We're already seeing them at the table later," he replied matter-of-factly, as though that explained his actions.
Kate shook her head, but let it drop and settled into the chair that Tyler had pulled out for her. "Aren't you going to walk around the room and talk to some of your staff?"
"No, I never do that."
"Really? So what do you normally do at such dinners?" Kate asked as she leaned her chin on against her hand.
"I show up."
She couldn't help chuckling at his answer. "That's it? So you brought me here to show up with you?"
Tyler knew she was teasing, but he couldn't help feeling apologetic that he wasn't a more interesting person. "I'm sorry if you're bored. I'm not used to...I don't usually..."
Her soft touch on his arm stopped him from speaking, "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I was joking. I don't mind being here with you. It'll be alright if you are the only one I speak to for the rest of the night."
His heart swelled and he grinned back at her, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being you." Tyler leaned in, closing the distance between them. He could smell her sweet scent of rose and vanilla, and he felt the warmth of her breath on his lips, but before his lips touched hers, a loud clearing of a throat rang through the speakers, waking Kate and Tyler up from their trance. They moved apart as everyone took their seat.
Kate turned her head away from Tyler and took in a deep breath before looking back at him, and smiling as though nothing had happened. All around, everyone continued to look at Kate with part curiosity and part surprise. Curious about who she was and surprised that she was there with Mr. Hayes.
Ignoring all the stares at her, Kate smiled warmly at Adrianna who was seated right next to her. Adrianne fidgeted anxiously, seeming nervous about being close to her. "Are you alright?" Kate asked softly, so that she would not bring any more attention on herself.
Adrianna gave her a nervous grin and sighed softly. "Yea, it's just that everyone seated at the table belongs to the higher management. Just feels out of sorts here."
"You mean you don't usually sit at this table? I'm so sorry..." she let her words trail off as she turned to Tyler. "Ty, you made Adrianna and Mr. Russell sit at the same table as us just to make me feel comfortable?"
"I thought you would prefer a familiar face." Sensing Kate's displeasure, he spoke his words carefully.
"You make them sit with people they don't know. It's not fair to them. They won't be able to enjoy the dinner."
Kate spoke in hushed tones, but Adrianna could guess what was going on. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's alright, we're fine. Please don't get upset because of what I said."
"I'm not upset, I just feel horrible that you're seated with people you don't know, because of me," Kate replied and shot a glare to Tyler.
Not knowing what she wanted him to say, he simply stated, "If you want to change your seats, go ahead."
Pursing her lips, Kate turned back to Adrianne. "He meant, he's sorry too and thank you for accompanying Kate."
Adrianna laughed, "You're welcome."
Tyler shrugged; he didn't mind however Kate translated his words, as long as she was no longer upset with him.
"And thank you, Ty, I know you were trying to make me feel better. But, don't do it again. Like I said, I can just talk to you."
As the night progressed, Kate split herself between Tyler and the Russells. Adrianna had lots of questions for her and she answered every single one of them. When another wave of cool air brushed across them, Kate rubbed her palm against her arm as a chill ran through her. Noticing her reaction, Tyler immediately shrugged out of his coat and draped it over her.
Taking that as a perfect timing, Adrianna asked, "So, where did the two of you meet?"
Kate saw Mr. Russell's glare at his wife, but Kate smiled and told him that it was all right. "We met at a funeral."
Adrianna and Tim's surprise was unmistakable. "Oh..." was Adrianna's reply, but she recovered quickly and proceeded to the next question. "How long have you been together?"
"We...I..." Kate stammered as she tried to structure a proper sentence.
"Awhile," Tyler interjected, grinning when Kate turned to him, dumbfounded. "It's the easiest reply," he whispered into her ears, making sure no one else heard him.
Kate had to agree, it would be too long and strange a story to tell Adrianna about the will and all. She nodded in agreement to Tyler's answer.
When dinner was over and everyone moved around to chat with their colleagues, taking part in the various lucky draws and competition, Kate remained seated at the table with Tyler. Though no one was around them, Tyler knew the ongoing conversations in the room revolved around the two of them.
Out of habit, Kate reached for her necklace, only to let go of it immediately, when she remembered it wasn't her locket.
"The stares making you uncomfortable? We can leave." Tyler told her when she saw her reaching for the necklace.
"Just feel a little awkward," Kate gave him a small smile. "I'm fine."
The moment Kate finished speaking, she noticed a man moving toward their table. When Tyler saw him, he bent close to Kate, "Give me a minute. I'll be right back." However, as he stood, he hesitated for a minute, "You all right alone? Should I get Adrianna to accompany you?"
"I don't need a babysitter," Kate assured, "Go."
Kate watched as Tyler and the man moved over to speak in a corner. She was skeptical that the man was Tyler's friend and when she saw how intense their conversation appeared to be, she figured it was work related. She glanced around the room and finally saw the wide berth that everyone gave to the table she was at. She smiled to herself, wondering how Tyler ran a company when his staff seemed to shun him whenever possible.
Several women across the room smiled at Kate and when Kate returned their smiles with one of her own and a nod, the women gained confidence and moved toward her table. They introduced themselves and Kate entertained them with small talk, again answering the never-ending questions they had until Tyler returned and all of them excused themselves.
"How do you work with them when they're all so frightened of you?" Kate asked.
"I work better alone. My assistant coordinates the department and passes down my instructions."
Kate nodded and changed the topic as she saw the same man who spoke to Tyler earlier, walking by. "Is everything alright? The conversation you had, seemed serious." She saw him frown and he appeared to be struggling internally. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I shouldn't be so nosy."
Tyler ran his finger along her jaw as he gazed into her eyes, "I don't mind you asking, I'm just worried that my answer may upset you."
Her head tilted along with his touch and she was so aware of his touch that she almost missed what he had said. "What is it?"
"The favor you asked, do you still want an answer?"
Understanding flooded her face, "You found the retired cop?"
"Do you still want to find him?"
Kate thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Yes."
Tyler sat, looking into her eyes, "Then I want a promise in return. Unless you make me this promise, I won't give you the answer."
"I promise, whatever it is, I promise," Kate replied without any hesitation.
"You haven't even heard what I want."
Pulling the coat closer around her, she smiled, "It'll be something that will keep me safe."
He grinned; pleased with the confidence she had in him. "When you go and look for him, you have to take me along."
"I probably would have asked you along anyway."
"Good."
Reaching into his pocket, he took out a piece of paper with a name and address written on it. He slid it across the table to Kate, but instead of picking it up, she slipped it into her purse without even looking at it. "I'll look at it tomorrow. Tonight, there seemed to be some activities going on, let's go see." She stood up and waited for Tyler to get to her side, "Do you know what they have organized?"
"Not a clue," Tyler answered, slightly guilty that he couldn't play a better host for her.
"It's alright, we can find out together." She returned him his coat before strolling around the various booths, looking at all the lucky draws. "You're rather generous Ty, even if you didn't know it." Kate commented as she perused the list of items to be won for the lucky draws.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hayes, sorry to disturb but do you want to take a photo with your girlfriend?" A young lad with a professional camera hung over his neck asked nervously.
"Sure, she loves taking photo," Tyler said, all the while looking at Kate.
"Great!" The young lad exclaimed with much exuberance.
Tyler took a step closer and wrapped his arm around Kate's back. She looked up at him and smiled as their gaze met. A bright flash went off, turning both their heads toward the young lad. He grinned proudly when he checked the picture he had just taken.
"Send me the photo through email," Tyler said before leading Kate away.
"No a problem, Mr. Hayes."
Moving along, Kate noticed a crowd of people gathered at a particular section. "Look, they're playing, A Minute To Win It games." When Tyler didn't reply, she explained, "It's a game show where contestants have to complete tasks in a minute to win. Let's go see."
The moment the woman in charge of the games saw Tyler and Kate moving nearer, she announced their arrival and pleaded for them to play one of the games while pulling Kate toward the booth. "There are six thimbles and six marbles, you need to bounce the marbles off the table and it has to land on top of the thimble." When the woman let go, she was standing on one end of the table, while Tyler was at the other end.
"I'm horrible at games," Kate said, hoping to get out the situation.
"Oh, it's easy. Someone already won a hundred dollars from this game," the same woman announced with her arm holding onto Kate.
Kate sighed in resignation, the woman wasn't going to let her go anywhere without a try. "Alright, one try."
"Fantastic! You have one minute, starting now!"
Loud music blared from behind her and she took a deep breath before taking up the first marble. She never functioned well under pressure and she couldn't help laughing at how horrible she was at the game. She chuckled when two of the marbles miraculously landed and stayed in the thimble, but that was all she managed. When the one-minute alarm rang, Kate shrugged, "I tried."
Tyler walked over to her with a big smile on his face. "You really are horrible at games," he said as Kate buried her face in his chest. Kate's mouth opened in shocked, "Well, Mr. Hayes, if you are so good, you give it a try." Everyone cheered when Kate said that and she smiled mischievously at him.
Again, he looked only at Kate when he spoke, "Since I'm ultimately paying for the hundred dollars, let's bet on something else."
"What do you want?" Kate asked with her brows raised, wondering what he wanted.
"If I win, you keep the set of jewelry you're wearing now."
By then, more people had gathered around the booth, but everyone fell silent as he spoke his request. Kate wiped off the smile on her face and stared at him sternly. "Ty..."
"If I win, in one try, you'll keep them."
Kate considered the situation for a moment. She didn't want to turn him down in front of everyone and thinking that it was an impossible feat, she agreed. "Only one try."
Tyler beamed; he took off his coat and handed it to Kate's outstretched hands. Folding up his sleeves, he nodded at the same woman and the same cycle repeated itself. He spent the first twenty seconds experimenting with the strength and bounce of the marble, but once he got the first one in, the rest followed so smoothly at Kate could only stare in disbelief.
Another round of cheers and applause sounded when he completed his task. He looked at Kate and winked, "We had a deal."
"You're good," Kate said, still in a state of disbelief.
Tyler steered Kate out of the cheering crowd and headed back to their table, thinking they had enough excitement for the day. "Ty," Kate began, but Tyler immediately interjected. "We had a deal, are you backing out of your word?"
Kate waited till they were seated before she continued, "I know we had a deal, but these are your mother's. Are you sure, you want to give them to me, and not keep them for someone else? Someone more important in the future."
"I'm sure."
Sighing, Kate nodded. "Alright, but if you ever change your mind, just tell me and I'll give them back to you."
He scoffed at her words, "They are yours Kate, yours to keep, forever. I don't take back things I give."
Since she ran out of arguments, she pursed her lips before saying, "Thank you. They're exquisite."
That night was the first time since taking over the company that Tyler stayed throughout the dinner and the lucky draw winning announcements. It was the first time he sat through an entire dinner without once feeling bored or checking his watch.
When they got home, Tyler got out of his seat and jogged over Kate's side of the door, helping her out of the car. She took his hand and once he closed the door, she turned and made her way toward the mansion. Tyler tightened his hand and stood on the spot, stopping her from moving further. "Do your feet hurt?"
"Slightly," she answered. "Why? We going hiking?"
He slipped his free hand into his pocket and took out his phone. Kate watched curiously as his fingers got to work along the screen. She stepped forward to peer at what he was doing, but before she could see the screen, he shifted his arm away just as music began playing. He pulled her closer against his chest and placed his arm on her back. "You look gorgeous tonight. Tonight was the only time in my life I actually wished there would be dancing at the dinner."
"This is rather nice, too," she said as she lean her head against his chest. "What song is it?"
"Remember, Dan was playing it in his car some time ago."
"So you kept it in your phone waiting for a chance to whip it out for a dance?"
Tyler chuckled, "No, I just thought it was nice song."
"It is," Kate said softly as she swayed along with Tyler.
"Did you have fun tonight?" Tyler asked, his deep voice resonating in his chest.
"I did. And you?"
"Yes, I did."
Kate smiled, "That's good."
Tyler held her and moved slowly along with the song, hoping that it would never end. He took in a deep breath and her rose and vanilla scent wafted into his nose. "You smell like ice-cream, rose flavored ice-cream."
"Is that good or bad?"
Everything about her was good to Tyler, but he didn't reply her.
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