The Stalker

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1- How could I forget?

Serenity sat on her couch looking through her and Warren’s wedding albums, thinking back to the day she married him two years ago. Tears strolled down her cheeks as she looked at each picture, reminiscing about that extraordinary day. How he rented the island and made sure it was the perfect setting. Then thought about their beautiful wedding vows, saying their I do’s, and how for their reception, he rented a yacht and remembered how elegantly beautiful and romantic it was.

The longer she flipped through the pages, and seeing how happy they were then, she felt she couldn’t look anymore at their most joyous time, and heavily sighed while closing the photo album. She looked down at the pile of photo albums sitting on the coffee table and picked up another one. This time grabbing an album labeled random pictures, one she didn’t recognize and knew it had to be Warren’s.

She was just starting to open the album, but when she heard someone walk up from behind her, she quickly closed it and turned around while wiping away the tears that were messing up her makeup, thinking Warren was finally home. Seeing who it was, she felt bummed and saddened, turned back around, and took a deep breath, quietly asking the butler, “What did you need, Parker?” She didn’t want him seeing her cry, afraid he would report it back to Warren if that’s what he did.

Parker cleared his throat and stood straighter. “This just arrived for you,” he said, walking around the couch and handing her a gigantic box.

She took the box from his hands, pushed the album to the side of her, and set the box on her lap. “Thank you, Parker, you may leave,” she said, staring at the large rectangular, nicely wrapped box tied with a big red bow.

She knew it was from Warren, knowing he would be the only person who would send her a gift. She then wondered why he would send it now, and not just hand it to her when he got home, especially since he wouldn’t be back for another two days. She studied the box and thought, judging by the shape of the box, it’s most likely a dress. She debated on opening it, feeling it wouldn’t do her any good with him not being home, and thought if he sent her a dress, it would hurt her more.

The longer she stared at the box, the more curious she became. A sigh escaped her mouth when she finally gave in to open it. She slowly unraveled the bow, slid it off the box, then lifted the top off the box, setting it down beside her, then removed the white tissue that laid on top, uncovering what was underneath.

Seeing a rose lying in the center of the box, over a black chiffon dress, she gasped, covered her mouth, and picked up the single red rose, smelling it with her eyes closed, remembering all the times he would bring her red roses after being gone. She opened her eyes and looked down, wanting to see the dress he picked out for her this time. As she lifted the dress, the box fell, landing on top of her foot and kicked it off to the side.

She liked the v neck, open back look of the dress, then noticed the long slit along down the side of the dress and smiled. Wondering why Warren sent her something so elegant if she wouldn’t be able to wear it for another couple days. She heard footsteps behind her, lowered the dress, and froze. As the footsteps neared behind her, she was about to tell Parker to go away until she felt someone lean over the couch and pick up the red rose sitting beside her, slowly raising it and holding it underneath her nose.

“Hello, Serenity, my beautiful wife. I hope you like your new dress.”

A gasp escaped her lips, surprised to hear his voice, and closed her eyes, wanting to smile. “I do,” she whispered, thinking this was all a dream.

He kissed her on the cheek and whispered into her ear, “Go try it on. I’ve got plans for us tonight.”

Her heart was beating fast. Then suddenly became numb. She couldn’t believe Warren was home, and couldn’t believe he was there, the day of their second wedding anniversary. She turned her head to the side, slowly rolled her eyes up to see if it was really him, then looked down away from him, and at the dress she was holding in her hands. “I thought you forgot what day it was.”

“How could I forget?” he asked, sounding surprised. “It’s our anniversary. I would never forget this special day of ours.”

“But you’re never home this early... you’re two days early.”

He rolled himself over the couch, crushing the box she beside her, and pulled her into his arms. “I took this day off months ago, now go get dressed. I’d like to see what it looks like on you before we head out,” he said, pulling her in for a kiss.

She missed being in his arms and the feeling of his lips against hers. Since he was away for nearly three weeks, she almost forgot how to kiss. Her inner core became more excited and deepened the kiss. Forgetting he’s been away. Her lips parted from his, and rested her forehead against his. “I missed you.”

“I know you did, and I missed you too,” he mumbled while caressing her back with his fingertips, causing her to melt.

With her being in his arms, and the way he moved his fingertips along her back, had her feeling she didn’t want to move. Making her realize how much more she missed him and wanted to stay right where she was, feeling she could remain in his arms all night. She then remembered him saying he was taking her out and how he wanted her to try on the dress. She tilted her head up, looked at him, and smiled. “I better go try on this dress.”

She released from his embrace, grabbed the dress, then quickly headed for their bedroom. Nearly sprinting her way up the stairs, excited from him being home early on their anniversary and taking her out. Something she wasn’t expecting.

She laid the dress on the bed and stared at it while undressing. After trying on the dress, she walked over to her life-size oval mirror next to the window and looked at herself. She was posing in different directions to see what the dress looked like from each side and from behind. She loved it and felt beautiful wearing it. She had dresses like the one she had on, but nothing that exposed her entire back, showing off her lower back dimples.

Warren walked in the room and over to her, resting his hands on her shoulders and looked at her through the mirror. “You’re still just as beautiful as the first day I laid my eyes on you. Do you remember that night?”

Her hands reached up to his, held them, and smiled as she looked at him through the mirror, thinking the same as he. Thinking he’s still just as hot as the first time she laid her eyes on him. “I do and remember it very well,” she said with a sparkle in her eye, and with a smile that had him smiling back. Just like the first day we met, she thought after seeing him smiling at her.

He slid her hair to the side, leaned down, and placed kisses along her neck, giving her goosebumps. Her eyes closed the moment she felt her insides flutter, and spun around with her arms up in the air, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him in for a long, passionate kiss. “I wish you weren’t gone so much,” she moaned into his mouth. “I can’t take being alone any longer, it’s depressing,” she pouted when his lips left hers, then panted when his lips went to her neck, kissing it while his hands cupped and massaged her breasts.

“Sorry Hun, but how do you think the bills are getting paid around here? It’s not cheap, living in a home like this.”

“You can always find a new job, one where you’ll be home every day,” she whispered, with her eyes closed. Enjoying his touch and making her feel wanted again.

He ignored what she said and stepped back while adjusting himself and looking at her through the mirror. “We better hurry, Benson is outside waiting for us.”

“I haven’t even finished doing my hair or makeup,” she said, sounding worried, and rushed over to her lowboy. She pulled the makeup out of the drawer she wanted to wear and rolled her eyes over to Warren through the mirror to see what kind of expression he had on his face. Just like she thought, the typical man look, annoyed that a woman must paint her face before going anywhere out in public.

He looked up to the ceiling and rested his hands on his hips, “Well, you better hurry. I need to have a word with Parker, anyway. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.”

She rolled her eyes, Parker, Parker, Parker, she muttered underneath her breath. She was beginning not to like Parker and wasn’t liking how he was always trying to be around her. And whenever Everett, her piano instructor, came over for her piano lessons, Parker was always coming into the room, interrupting them or would stand by the door, listening in on every conversation they had. She wasn’t sure if Parker had a thing for her, if it was all Warren’s doing making him do that, or if it was only her being paranoid.

She finished doing her hair, and touching up her makeup, then looked inside her closet, looking for her black pumps with three-inch heels. With Warren being home and feeling she was on top of the world, she felt like being even taller and closer to Warren’s height. Plus, she thought with the long slit going down the side of her dress, she knew the high heels would accent the look of her slim legs.

She walked into the living room, and Warren was nowhere to be seen. Then headed into the kitchen, thinking he was getting himself something to drink and saw both Esther and Harriet cooking. ”Oh, I’m sorry, ladies. Did Warren not fill you, ladies, in? He’s home and is taking me out to dinner for our anniversary,” she said, walking over to them, feeling bad they were cooking when they didn’t need to be.

“He’s told us we’re just baking some pies that Warren asked us to make,” Harriet said, smiling.

Serenity walked closer and rested her hands on top of the center island, watching Harriet prepare the dough while Esther made the filling. “What types of pies are the two of you making?”

“Apple and blueberry pie,” Esther said, reaching the spoon out to her. “Would you like to try a taste?”

She looked down at the spoon, saw it had blueberries on it, and shook her head no. She never cared for blueberries, or any kind of pie, and was feeling surprised Warren wanted them to bake pies when he wasn’t a pie eater.

“No, thank you,” she said politely, standing up straight and looking at the two curiously. “Have you two recently seen Warren? I was supposed to meet him in the living room after I finished getting ready, and he isn’t there.”

“No, sorry. Last we saw Warren was when he was walking in the front door.”

“Okay... I know he mentioned he needed to talk to Parker, but I didn’t think it would take this long. If he comes in here, let him know I’m waiting where he asked.”

She turned around and walked out. Just as she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, Warren came up from behind her, leaned over the sofa, and into her ear, whispering, “Ready? We must get going, Benson’s been waiting for us for quite a while now.”

As she walked around the couch and over to him, he placed his hand on her upper back between the shoulder blades and escorted her outside to the limo, opening the back door for her. ”So, where are you taking me?” she asked as he sat down next to her.

“You’ll see.”

He moved over to the other seat across from her, grabbed a bottle of champagne and popped the cork, pouring them each a glass, then sat down next to her, holding her glass out for her to take. “It feels nice to see you again. It feels like it’s been forever since we last saw each other,” he said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her lips. “Let’s have a good night tonight, okay?”

“Sounds good to me, but it still would be nice to know where you’re taking me,” she sighed, taking a sip of her champagne.

He sat back in the seat and wrapped his arm around her while sipping on his glass of champagne. He didn’t want to spoil her surprise and remained tight-lipped. As much as she was happy to see him, she felt something was missing, or there was something different about him. Out of curiosity, she discreetly looked over to her side, to where his hand was resting over her shoulder, and looked to see if he was still wearing his wedding ring.

She felt relieved to see it was on his finger, even though it meant nothing, thinking he could have slipped it back onto his finger before seeing her. But she still felt there was something different about him, something she couldn’t put her finger on, and noticed how he was acting a little different. With him being away for so long, she thought maybe he’s tired and or worn out from all the flying he had been doing. She couldn’t even keep track anymore on where he flew each time he left. It was always all over the place. From one end of the country to the other, and would spend a night here or there in whatever city or country he was in until his next flight out.

Once Benson pulled up to the restaurant, her eyes lit up and glanced over to Warren with widened eyes. “Here? Are you bringing me here? This restaurant is the hardest place in the United States to get into. How on earth did you manage that?” she asked, as he opened the door.

He chuckled while getting out of the limo, and held out his hand for her to grab, helping her out. “I know it is. That’s why I made reservations months ago, hence, the reason I took tonight off work... I know I’m gone a lot, and busy, but I’ll forget nothing special, not this,” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back and walking her into the restaurant. They walked over to the hostess, and as he mentioned to the hostess who he was, her mouth dropped, and grabbed the menus right away.

“Follow me, please,” she said excitedly, walking them over to their table. “Per your request.”

She placed them at a table next to the window, to where you could see the view of the Los Angeles buildings lit up, with the mountains peeking behind them. The table romantically set with white linen, a bottle of fine red wine, a beautiful bouquet of red roses, and a candlelit in the center of the table. “Why did she do that?” Serenity quietly asked, leaning forward after the waitress walked away.

Warren set his menu down and tilted his head to the side, looking confused. “Why did who do what?”

“The hostess. Her mouth dropped the moment you said who you were. Have you been here before?”

"Oh, I guess I didn’t even notice,” he said, picking his menu back up and looking at it. ”And no, I’ve never been here.”

She looked back at her menu and noticed how not one menu item had a price next to it. She slowly rolled up her eyes, looked at Warren, then back down at the menu, slightly shrugging her shoulder, thinking screw it, I’ll order whatever I want. He owes me tonight.

After seeing what she wanted to order, she set her menu down and started looking around, checking out the place. Her brows formed together, looking confused at why the place was so empty and thinking the area might not be as good as what people said it was, then became nervous to order anything off the menu.

Warren set his menu down and picked up his glass of wine while looking at her. He noticed the look on her face and grew curious about what was on her mind. “Why do you have that look on you?”

“Because I just realized we’re the only ones here. Is there something wrong with the place?”

“No,” he chuckled. He set his glass down, then looked away from Serenity when the waitress came back to take their order.

During their meal, Serenity was quiet. She had so much on her mind that she wanted to talk with Warren about and wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Just as they finished eating, his phone rang. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, looked to see who was calling, and stopped the phone from ringing, then placed it back inside his jacket pocket.

“Sorry about that, I turned the phone off. We won’t get interrupted the rest of the night,” he said, reaching for her hands.

“Who was that?”

“Work.”

Oh, she mouthed. Then became quiet as she thought more about what was on her mind. She finally got the nerve to bring it up and squeezed Warren’s hands tighter while looking him in the eyes.

“Warren... I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I know we’ve talked about this before. But with you being away all the time, I’ve been feeling lonely, depressed, and feel I need something else to keep me busy. Something to keep my mind off missing you.”

“What’s that?” he asked, sounding a tad bit annoyed.

"Well... I’ve thought long and hard about this. And I’m thinking what’ll help me from not feeling alone all the time is if we were to start a family. So, I would like us to try for a baby and would like to hear what your thoughts about it would be?”


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