She was not getting any sleep, and she knew it. Nor was Lisa, because she was in here in Marilyn’s hotel room, and though Callum and Vincent were asleep in their room, and the door was closed. She’d had to shush Lisa twice already now, as she started to rant a bit. Both boys had still been up when they’d gotten back to the hotel, and they had seen Lisa’s broken arm in its cast.
They had asked what had happened and Lisa had just told them, “Some rich butthole of a stalker shoved me over onto the ground while I was trying to stop him from attacking your mum.” She’d stated and Marilyn knew that she’d actually toned her language down for the boys, but had told them exactly what happened.
They’d been a little on the horrified side that someone had tried to attack her and asked a million questions. She’d stopped Lisa from voicing the truth of the matter, had stared right at her and stated, “Maybe you need to go and shower and take some pain relief.”
Lisa had frowned at her and Marilyn and moved her eyes towards the boys, and she’d shaken her head ever so slightly, and Lisa had gotten the message. Apologized to her and the boys for her choice of language. She’d looked at the boys and sighed, “A bit of a stalker problem is all, the police are handling it. It will be fine, and we’ll be leaving tomorrow, sorry boys, but we’re no longer going to have a look around while we’re here, not after today’s events. I think just leaving and going home is the best option.”
Their big hazel–green eyes were just staring up at her, and she’d nearly shivered as she looked at them; their black hair and hazel–green eyes were just like that man’s. “Were you scared?” Callum had asked her.
“Yes, to be honest, I was.” She’d nodded with a sigh.
“What’d he do to you?” Vincent had asked.
“Just grabbed me and would let go, ranted at me about stupid stuff I have no idea about.” She answered him. Though she wasn’t going to state miss took me for his ex–wife, she had a feeling they would jump right on that about her amnesia, and that maybe she was, if she looked just like that woman
She didn’t want that, and she certainly didn’t want her children coming face–to–face with one Calvin Reeves. That man would likely jump to more conclusions, seeing that they had the same hair and eyes as he did. She did not want that, because even if it was true, he was not a nice person, and she didn’t want him around the boys. If she was who he thought, it could well have been why she’d left Texas, run away from that man; if, of course, she was his ex–wife. She hated that tiny bit of knowledge she now had, that she’d had that car accident with Texas number plates on her car. If not for that, she wouldn’t have those thoughts at all and she
knew it.
The boys had not been happy, and she’d told them she was fine. They’d only gone to the hospital beca. Lisa was injured, not because she was. They’d nodded slowly, and she’d smiled at them. “So home tomorrow, and back to our normal life hey.” And she’d motioned for them to go back to watching TV.
But it was nearly 10pm now and Lisa was prowling around in her hotel room. She was on Marilyn Riddley’s social media account. She was gaining a lot of followers at this moment and Marilyn believed it was for the wrong reasons. But Lisa had tweeted the news herself on her account, put up the footage she herself had taken of that encounter, and written about the two encounters with Mr Calvin Reeves, and she used his full
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name and stated who he was.
Wrote about his behaviour in the bookstore, how he’d cut the line and then been very rude to Marilyn, slamming her own book down on the table in front of her. Grating out harshly spoken words to her, and had gotten right up in her face, he’d been imposing and menacing even in their first encounter
Then he had hung about the book store only to stalk them after the signing was over, and attacked not only Marilyn, but herself as well. She tagged that video for all to see ‘Billionaire Calvin Reeves of Houston, Texas. A bully and nothing more”
The public was now all over it, and Lisa was very happy with the response she was getting, all the retweets and sharing of that footage, so it was getting out there for even more to see.
Marilyn didn’t really want her to do so, and had told her that, but she wouldn’t let it go, wouldn’t let it be swept under the rug. She’d gotten a broken arm from it herself and that man needed to pay for it and be held accountable for his actions.
Marilyn, however, just wanted to get the hell away from this place, and go back to her normal very simple life. had already stated point blankly, “There will be no more book signings, ever.”
Lisa had frowned at her and sat down, looked at her. “Of course there will be. This was a one–off incident. We’ll just see to it that we don’t come back to Texas, and when we post the next signing, I’ll make sure those here in Houston or anywhere in Texas, for that matter. Know we’ve skipped the state due to this very encounter with Calvin Reeves, and we are trying to avoid any other similar situations occurring. Those fans here that miss out, can blame him for it every single time. Making him responsible for your fans here not getting to meet you.”
She was like a bloody dog with a bone, Marilyn had realised. Since waking up in Virginia, they’d had more interactions and gotten along quite well. She wasn’t just considered her agent anymore, and editor at the publishing house, but her friend and she would often come out to the house and work in the studio office, alongside Marilyn to do edits of her chapters.
They actually got along quite well, and Marilyn considered her, her best friend because she didn’t really have any that she knew of, had woken up with no memory of anything, just what was on that laptop and in the emails from Lisa. There was nothing at all before that. Whatever she’d left behind, she’d found a way to wipe it clean from her life. And that amnesia had only helped her to do so,
“You know Marilyn, you could even turn this very experience into a best–seller, write a book about a mean nasty billionaire out to extract revenge on the wife that clearly left him, after I’m gathering, years of abuse. Only to have him find her and hunt her down, try and kill her, roll the ending to him dying, of course, because he’s the bad guy. Have her life saved by some handsome devil of a police officer or FBI agent, sent to protect
her.”
“Who cares, artistic licence.” Lisa waved it off. “It was also your experience, and you don’t have to use his name or even what he looks like, change the state, hell change the country. Make it all complete fiction, change the woman’s line of job and his, for that matter, change–up how he attacks you. But I do like that thing about him being cruel to all those women that looked like his ex. That would play into his psychotic persona.”
“He probably does know everyone, but a complaint with proof to back it up, they’ll have to haul him in and question him. As for actually arresting him, hmm I don’t know, likely politely request him to go into the police station to answer a few questions.” She muttered, “We’ve got proof of what he did. I doubt he’ll go to jail, but he’ll be made to explain himself.”
Lisa had only been quiet for a few minutes, and then she stated, “Oh, he’s going to play, that you were trying to impersonate his wife to get his money, card. Like the other women did.”
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