-Blaze-

Saturday, finally some peace. I could work with tranquility at my home office. It has been quite a productive day probably the most productive Saturday of my life!

Why? Well I don't have someone screaming and shouting around the house, it's just me and Dorothy some peace at last.

That was until late this afternoon when Connor sent me a message informing something about the press.

And here I was again, angry at that woman.

-Eleonora-

The spa was AMAZING to say the least! I tried almost everything and I loved people were kind and supremely experienced I feel like an enormous weight got off my shoulders.

I happily entered the house greeting Dorothy who was cleaning the windows "Good afternon"

"Almost Good Night!" she smiled "Did you have fun Miss?"

"Yes! A lot! And I brought you a gift Dorothy"

"Oh Miss. I don't need those things" she mentioned with her hands on her hips

I placed the shopping bags over the table and took her presents

"I don't want it Miss" she refused

"I don't care they are for you Dorothy. I no bought them with so much care and devotion." I said pouting making her roll her eyes

"Here" I said handing her two small boxes

"What is this?" she asked while opening. "Oh my. This is so cute" she laughed while looking at her gift

"Two coffee cups one with the letter D and other with the letter R" I smiled noticing how touched she was with my small gesture. It was one coffee cup for her and the other for her husband Robert.

"Thank you so much Mrs.Eleonora" she hugged me

"It was a small thing for thanking you for putting up with me and Blaze"

She giggled "it's my pleasure to do so" she closed the boxes and then looked at the bags "it was a tough day"

"I deserved it! Lots of shopping and spa"

"Oh that's why you look so radiant and relaxed" she commented walking to the kitchen counter

"One day you're coming to Dorothy. Let's go to the spa!"I cheered

"I will stick on shopping" she laughed.

"No! It's really fun and it's good for relaxing you need a day off to. You work a lot Dorothy! I'll go with you" I tried to convince her while I heard some steps coming from the hallway.

"Mr. Maxwell I'm preparing dinner" Dorothy said making me look at him, his face cold with 0 emotions on or maybe he was just tired... No definitely no emotions.

"Thank you Dorothy." he said then looked at me "Can you come to my office?"

My belly suddenly felt sick, I was anxious. What did I do now? "Yes" I simply answered and he disappeared.

I calmly walked to the office and gulped before knocking "Come in"

He was sat at the desk with a computer on his front, a couple of files next to him and before I say something he anticipated himself

"You were shopping" he stated

"Yes?!" I said unsure of what he was saying. I was shopping but where was he getting with this.

"The whole United States and surroundings know that" he said making me frown

"What?" I asked and he placed some papers on his desk while looking at me. I got closer and grabbed the papers.

"Shit" I whispered. It was various websites of new with me as the main character.

Spicy Maxwell night?

Maxwell wedding going well and piquant

The secret of a healthy marriage

Freaky can save your marriage

Top 10 things to buy at a Sex Shop

Why spicing things up in bed can make your marriage healthy

Even celebrities do it! You should to

I read the headlines of each page, each website.

"Connor told me they were placing it in some big magazines too" he said with a normal voice tone did he even cared for this? I do ! Because of my friends forcing me to go to the Sex Shop now half of the States was speculating our sexual life!

" I didn't even bought anything. It was a present from Jenny and Miles" I defended myself

"It doesn't matter they saw you get in and getting out with a bag from the store it's enough for them" he explained. I sat on the couch freaking out. Half of the north Americans are questioning what the hell I bough and what do we do in bed.

"I can't- we need to take this. People are doing to much speculation on this I don't even know what they got me in the first place!" I said scanning the pappers

"It doesn't matter. It's not that bad. They are talking about which is good an they think we have a happy marriage"

"Are you insane?" I asked standing up and revoltated "They are predicting how we have sex! And what did I bought to make it more-" I cringed at my words "I can't even finish the sentence"

"It's not an ideal situation but take it as lesson" he said plainly "You need to be careful who you are with and where you go"

Take it as a lesson? How is he taking this so well? He knows they are also talking about him right? Not me alone.

"You know your name is here too. How can you be so indifferent?"

"The media has said a lot of things about me I got used to it" he struggled his shoulders " You can go now"

"We need to cancel this! Make something..." I said almost like begged

"You will work something out" he said looking at his computer

"Wow it's really lovely to have such a caring and preoccupied husband! Thank you a lot" I said sarcasticaly taking the papers with me

"fake husband" he corrected making me groan and get out of the office angrily. This man is unbelievable, so careless it makes me pissed.

I have to calm down and solve this now.

Blaze

Careless? No. I only care about what really matters to me.

This news are a minor problem, people that comment about my life not really knowing anything about me. I never really cared for it and with time I got more customized to it.

What I am not customized to is to someone always trying to get in my life, wanting to know things that she has no right to know of.

Her impulsive behavior and caregiver personality is truly pissing me off. Normally I don't burst off, I don't get angry, sad or happy, I know how to laugh and cry but my life has been teaching me emotions are rather useless, yet somehow this woman as managed to make me angry.

I know she thinks I overreacted, I know she still thinks about it like I do. It was the first time I might have showed real anger, it wasn't only the small teasing we do to get a reaction from each other, that one time it was different and she knew.

When we got home after my parents house, I acted like nothing had happened I carried my life and tried to do some work like I usually do. She didn't like the fact I took my father's conversation so plainly, I was behaving like any other day, like nothing had happened but she couldn't ignore it.

I was about to go to my office when she said her first word "Hey" I stopped in the middle of the hallway wanting for her to proceed "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, I knew what she meant yet I hoped it was something else so I asked

"About what?"

"Your dad and you?" she said a slight fear on her voice, I guess she knew it was a sensitive topic yet she proceeded on talking about it

"No" I simply said, walking away but she didn't gave up and walked behind me

"I think you should" she said making me stop and so did she, I turned looking at the floor and pointing down

"I said no, don't step the line" Like always she is stubborn, she carried on her making me agitated making me remember, small flashes of memories, of that house, of the cottage, of my school, of dinners, of highschool, of university, my life was flashing through my eyes.

"I'm not stepping the line I generally am interested! Your dad was very rude and mean to you" She said making her point, what was that? A small peck of worry? " And although you're not a perfect husband or person - still, no one deserves that, that specially from a father" Father? Was that what he was? "He should support you, care for you and specially be proud of you" Proud? Why? For not completing his expectations? I felt my blood boil, my teeth gritted together and my hands turned into fists and I tried to control my temper " So I totally understand you, being down and frustrated after what just happened, so I am here telling you that you can talk to me. I am here-"

I stopped her, not wanting to hear another word of her pity " STOP." I shouted scaring her, she straightened her posture and diverted her eyes from me

"Stop with that pity and stop acting like a therapist. I am not telling you my life story that's not why you are here, you're here because you signed a paper where it says specifically you're job, and what you should do and not, you signed so your family sticks with the money it was agreed to and also for you to not live in the streets. So unless you want to try to live with cardboard as a bed I advise you to behave and not step the fucking line!" The rage that I felt was plastered on my words, at the time I wasn't conscient of them but now I know how low I was.

As always she didn't simply stand there quietly. It was something I admired in her she would never let anyone have the last word but her. She stood up for herself, I admired that especially because nobody ever dared to talk back to me and she never had a problem with it.

"Wow. Fucking great. And I am the brat? I was trying to be nice, I wanted to help but you know what I don't anymore because, at the end of the day, you are just my oh-so-great-savior, should I treat you like a god? Because you saved me and my family? THANK YOU SO MUCH BLAZE! For putting us out of the street while taking three years of my goddamn life!" She yelled loudly and angrily. She walked up the stairs while groaning and spitting words, bad words "Ungrateful son of a bitch"

After that discussion, we barely spoke not that we did that much, but I sensed her angrier at everything and more cautious.

So... Media and News, Magazines and Journals. They were nothing compared to what I would daily support as a child. It wasn't an easy time of my life but I learned a lot from it, it still is a sensitive topic if anyone asks about it, although I just found out that now, she is the first person outside that family that knows how messed up we are. I didn't like her pity or her attempt to be nice. I didn't need that, I lived well and my problems were only mine and I intended to keep them like that.

It's not a fake wife that will change my perspective of the world. I learned to live by myself and I tend to continue like that I have been doing a great job so far.

My life is only mine to care for and to worry about, I only need myself to solve my own troubles many can think I'm excessively self-absorbed and they are right that's what I am. All my life no one really cared for me so I took that place and promised myself, my top priority would always be me because no one would care better for me than myself, and proof of that was the 27 years I already lived.

Don't pity me. I don't look for that. I look for greatness, for flawlessly which is what I am trying to reach. To be better, and work hard, each day of my life counts, achieving the impossible, proving him wrong.