Previously on Monroes…
Bailey meets AJ and they instantly click.
Rea worms her way into Ash’s heart and Bailey is not happy about it.
Ash and Bailey have an argument and he storms out of the house.
Chapter 3: Secret Rumor
It was early in the morning and Shannon and Rea were seated in the lounge chairs in the corner of the boutique, laughing hysterically about the latest Monroe-drama.
“And then what happened after dinner?” Shannon asked between chuckles.
“Bailey ran off to who-knows-where and May and Hunter went to watch TV so then it was just Ash and me at the dinner table.” Rea excitedly told Shannon, “Malibu brought us some more drinks and then we stayed there chatting ‘till late.”
“I bet that made Bailey super jealous.” Shannon commented.
“Sure did!” Rea said, “I heard them arguing at night and then this morning, Malibu found Ash on the bench in the garden, drunk!”
Shannon burst into another wave of cruel laughter, “Poor guy! He probably spent the night there.”
“If only Don wasn’t home…” Rea said with a grin.
“Ha! Baby steps, Rea!” Shannon playfully reprimanded her.
Rea glanced out the window for a moment and saw someone familiar, walking down the street. At first, she couldn’t believe it so she got up to take a closer look. Then she was sure: it was Bailey and she wasn’t alone.
“Shay, come look. It’s her!” Rea called out to Shannon as she stood near one of the display windows.
Shannon got up and stood by Rea to see who she was pointing at.
“Is that really her? If it is then I don’t think you even have to try too hard.” Shannon commented after she got a good look at Bailey.
“Isn’t that AJ?” Rea asked.
“It is.” Shannon replied, “Hmm… Since when does AJ personally bring new clients to his hair salon?”
Shannon and Rea looked at each other knowingly and a common idea sparked in their minds.
The next moment, Rea got her phone and took several pictures of Bailey and AJ.
“This will definitely come in handy later on.” Rea declared. Shannon nodded in agreement as she looked through the pictures with Rea.
Back at home, Alma was enduring another day alone in the old tower room that she had confined herself to. The Monroe mansion had tower, complete with a bed a bathroom for the house help. Seeing that Malibu moved into her own place, Alma claimed the tower.
There was a mirror and sink near the bed, separate from the bathroom. Alma stood at the mirror, twisting and turning, looking for any visible changes to her tummy.
May came upstairs and stood from a distance, watching what Alma was doing.
“You’re going to start showing eventually. Have you told him yet?” May questioned her.
Alma signed, “He doesn’t even know that I’m up here in this tower. He has probably stopped looking for me, thinking of me.”
“You can’t stay here forever.” May told her frankly.
“That’s the whole plan!” Alma yelled, annoyed that her grandma was butting in her business again.
“It’s an insane plan. You’re not plagued, you’re pregnant. Now come downstairs and have your breakfast.” May coldly commanded.
“I can’t!” Alma fought back. Seeing that they were getting nowhere, May tried a different approach.
“Alma, I understand that you’re not ready to tell him but what I don’t understand is why you have to hide from the whole world.” May softly said.
“You know how my parents are, Gran.” Alma calmed down as well, “They only care about their stupid reputation.”
“That’s not a valid reason to hide up here and keep him from knowing where you are.” May replied.
Alma knew that her grandma was right and even she didn’t believe her own reasons for hiding from the whole world.
“Gran, you don’t know him. You don’t know the way he is.” Alma said as she stared at her wall full of Charlie Leigh’s posters for comfort.
Around the same time, Don was saying something similar to Fayzee in his office at work. Don’s office was very much like him: full of lavish things to see, all in variations of the same, dull element. If it wasn’t for Fayzee’s contribution, no one under 35 would be interested in anything from the company Guard.
“You don’t know the way he is. The point is that we can’t work with him.” Don concluded, referring to his company’s most recent business partner.
“Okay, so you’ve had some issues with Marvin Donnefeild in the past,” Fayzee said, adjusting his thick framed glasses, “But if we work with him now, it’ll be good publicity. Just think about it.”
“Fayzee, you of all people should know that I don’t like him or the way he operates. We can’t work with him!” Don adamantly said.
“Uh, we kinda have to.” Fayzee reminded Don, “Charlie Leighs is the face of our new product and Marvin manages Charlie. No Marvin, no Charlie. Don, I’m sorry to have to say this but we can’t lose this deal because of your personal issues. Company first – isn’t that what you always say?”
While they were speaking, Marvin and Charlie had arrived and were already walking through the long glassy hallway that led to Don’s office.
“I would love to say, ‘think about it’, but we don’t have time for that.” Fayzee hurriedly spoke.
Fayzee opened the door of the office and welcomed Charlie and Marvin in.
If Charlie wasn’t such a remarkable singer, he would have probably still grabbed fame with his looks. His golden hair and bright eyes gave him a sort of angelic look, in contrast to his aloof attitude. You could never tell what he was really feeling.
Marvin Donnefeild was much like his nephew Charlie but with more defined features. Seeing how Marvin always looked so good was intimidating to Don.
Don stood with his arms folded while Marvin jovially made his way across the office to greet him.
“Ah, Don of the Monroes. It’s been a while. I believe we last spoke before that unfortunate incident.” Marvin sarcastically said.
Fayzee nervously watched Don and Marvin while he led Charlie to a small lounge area that was in the office.
“So… How is Rea?” Marvin asked, deliberately trying to annoy Don.
Marvin just loved to have fun, no matter where or with whom and overly serious people like Don entertained him the most.
“Fayzee will have the meeting with you.” Don eventually said after a long silence, resisting the urge to kick Marvin in the groin.
Don grabbed the tablet on his desk and walked out, leaving Fayzee with Marvin and Charlie. He knew that Fayzee could handle everything so he wasn’t too worried. He was only bothered that Marvin might use the deal as an opportunity to get on his nerves whenever humanly possible.
Don went out to a café across the street and spent a decent amount of time there. Later on in the day, Fayzee sent him an email about the meeting with Charlie and Marvin.
As he read through the email, it was only then that he remembered one very important detail: before Don knew Marvin was involved, he planned to promote the product to his high-end clients with a formal party at the Monroe mansion. Because he skipped out on the meeting, Fayzee went ahead with the original plans.
Don winched at the idea of having Marvin Donnefeild in his house, near his wife.
Speaking of his wife, Rea was just about to leave Shannon’s boutique when she got a text message that nearly gave her a heart attack.
It was from Marvin Donnefeild and it read: “I’m back in town. Be at the cabin in an hour. No excuses.”
Shannon noticed the look on Rea’s face and went up to her to find out what was wrong.
“I just got a text from Marvin Donnefeild.” Rea told Shannon when she was near. Rea showed Shannon the text message and she immediately felt Rea’s discomfort.
“What are you going to do?” Shannon asked with deep concern.
“I have to go see him, of course. I don’t have another choice in this. The last time I refused to see him, he threatened to tell Don the truth about what happened in Western Espansy… and all the months before that.” Rea told Shannon.
“But that would ruin his reputation too.” Shannon pointed out.
Rea shook her head, “Marvin doesn’t care about that. He loves that kind of attention.”
“But Rea, why don’t you… Have you thought of telling Don the truth?” Shannon hesitantly asked.
“He doesn’t know the truth but look how he treats me. Imagine if he knew?” Rea explained.
Shannon nodded in understanding. She hugged Rea tightly and wished Rea luck before she headed out the store.
Rea got in her car and headed to the location Marvin asked her to be at, which was a secluded cabin by the side of a beautiful lake. Despite what Rea told Ash, she had met with Marvin at that secret cabin a number of times and only stopped after getting caught with him in Western Espansy.
All she wanted was that deep, passionate love that she missed out on with Don but instead, Marvin turned out to be just another psycho who takes great pleasure in using other people. As she drove to the cabin, she thought of her relationship with Marvin in the past and regretted it all.
Rea arrived at the cabin and parked in the woods, like she always had in the past, and went up to the front door which was already open for her.
Looking around the cabin, she found Marvin Donnefeild sitting in the living room by a lit fireplace. All the shutters were closed, blocking out the faint rays of sunlight that made it through the shade trees.
Rea entered the living room and quietly sat on a cushy chair across from Marvin. As she sat there, she couldn’t help but remember the quite evenings spent by the fire with him. What she ever saw in him will always be a mystery to her.
“Couldn’t keep away, could you, Reannabella?” Marvin said with a cheesy grin.
Rea clenched her fists in anger, “Only my father used to call me that. Where the hell did you learn that name from?”
Marvin laughed, “From the source, of course. If you must know, he is having an excellent time in prison, despite the way you’ve been avoiding him.”
“What do want, Marvin?” Rea impatiently asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Marvin chuckled, “I have a task for you – a unique task – and I think you are the perfect person for it.”