Red String Of Love

Chapter 16: Simone

A/N: Super sorry for the tardiness! I had to do tons of research for the upcoming chapters since I'll covering them in a court setting. I hope you enjoy this chapter!  

I paced around the room, or to be more precise the entire house. I couldn't sit still; it's been two days since the news about my deed has been out and now it's spreading like wildfire. Everyone's talking about it on every social network, they all wanted me gone.

I tried to get my mind off of this mess, I tried to bake I tried to read but I couldn't concentrate long enough. So I turn on the TV hoping for a distraction.

The reporter on the TV was still going on about the case of my uncle's death in full details, after that she switched to another reporter who is confronting some of the people who have rallied outside my house. They're all expressing their hate about me, about how I shouldn't be treated differently just because I had a higher status than most criminals. One of them was going on about how wonderful Lemongrab was and how I'm the worst CEO, she started pointing out all my mistakes when suddenly the TV screen goes blank.

"She doesn't know anything; none of them know anything about you or Lemongrab." Marshall Lee said as he took a seat beside me on the couch. "They don't know the truth so don't listen to their bull shit."

"You're right." I said with a smile then crawled on top of him wanting to cuddle, Marshall leaned further back on the couch pulling me along with him. My head rested on his chest as it rose and fell gently to his breathing, and the steady beating of his heart made me feel calm.

"Hey, how long do you think it'll take them before they find me?" I asked quietly

"A long time, I'll give them a month or so." He grunted as he ran his fingers through my hair

"You underestimate them Marsh, they know we're dating and after connecting the dots they'll figure out that I'm living here with you."

"No freaking way." he chuckled, "The press doesn't know I live here, not even my manager does."

"What do you mean?" I asked sitting up suddenly

"Well, for starters this house isn't mine. It belongs to a good friend of mine. I also have two houses in this town and I did not check out of my hotel yet." Marshall said smugly puffing his chest in pride

I snorted then snuggled back on top of him, "Why do you have two houses here?"

"I was bored." He shrugged

"You were bored so you bought two houses? That's absurd."

"Hey it came in handy."

"True." I mumbled then looked up at him and asked, "So...who owns this house exactly?"

"Simone....er technically her deceased husband but she gave me the keys some years back. I don't come here a lot anyways."

Simone? Why does that name sound familiar? I racked my head trying to look for clues, who is this Simone? "Who is Simone again?" I asked carefully

"You don't remember? I told you about her years ago. Remember how I used to live with my dad and how she used to look after me every once in a while?"

"Ah yes, your godmother." I said smiling deviously feeling Marshall's calloused fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt and gently teasing my waist.

"Yes, whatever, my godmother." He rolled his eyes

I was really enjoying myself between my boyfriend's arms as he hummed some unknown tune, when the home phone started ringing out of the blue. Dislodging myself from Marshall I ran to pick it up,