A Dream Come True - Last Chapter

A Dream Come True - Last Chapter A Dream Come True - Last Chapter

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Genre: Fan Fiction


Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction


It takes Diana a while to get over The Duke.


It takes Diana a while to get over The Duke.

Chapter1 (v.1)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 05, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 05, 2015



A Dream Come True
Last Chapter

By Susan Robertson

Part 1 – Don’t say goodbye… just say good night.

John Wayne turned to his good friend Ward Bond.  “Would you mind driving us in my car to take Diana home so I can spend a little more time just holding her?”

Ward answered quietly, “I’ll be happy to do that, Duke.”  He carried her things out to the car.  Duke and Diana sat in the back seat while Ward drove them back to L.A. from his beach house in Malibu.

They didn’t say a word to each other the whole drive.  Ward glanced in the rearview mirror every once in a while and would see them kissing softly.  But mostly she was just leaning on his chest with his arms around her.  They both looked sad, scared, lost.  Ward felt a lump form in his throat.  I can almost feel your pain.

Diana lived less than a mile from the movie studio.  She didn’t own a car; she walked to work or took the bus if the weather was bad.  She told The Duke, “You can walk me to the bottom of the stairs that lead up to my apartment, but you can’t come inside.  I couldn’t handle having any memories of you in my apartment.”

Ward stayed in the car while they walked to the stairway and stopped at the bottom.  The lump in his throat expanded as he watched them.

Diana stepped up on the first step and turned to face the big man.  She took the box with the black dress, undergarments and shoes he’d bought for her and set it down on the steps behind her.  He grabbed her and pulled her against him tightly, hugging her; they held each other as tightly as they could for a few moments.

Loosening his hold, he put his mouth next to her ear and asked quietly, “When will you know?”

“In about a week or so,” she answered softly.  Then she continued, “I’ll get a message to you somehow.”

He leaned back to look at her, moving his hands to her waist.  “No.  I’ll be at the studio again in a couple of weeks and I’ll come to you.  This is something I want to hear from you personally.  Don’t argue with me,” he commanded when her mouth opened to protest.  She nodded in compliance.  He brought his hands up to her face and neck, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs and stared into her eyes as he said huskily, “And don’t you dare say goodbye; just say good night.”  Then he leaned in to kiss her deeply, tenderly.

Her hands were on his shoulders.  She moved them up to grasp his neck as they kissed for long moments.  He ended it slowly when he heard her desperate whimper that sounded both sad and passionate.  She was trembling slightly and there was a shimmer of tears in her eyes as she opened them slowly.  Swallowing hard, she looked into his eyes as she whispered, “Good… night.”

Turning away, she picked up the box and headed upstairs.  She stopped at the door to get her spare key from where she kept it hidden and unlocked it; her main keys were in her purse, which had been left in her office all weekend.  Then she paused to glance back at him before she went in and shut the door.

He watched her go in, unable to see the expression on her face in the shadows when she looked down at him.  Then he lit a cigarette as he walked back to his car and got in the front seat with Ward.  “Would it be alright with you, Ward, if I stay the night at your house?  I need to get good and drunk or I won’t get any sleep tonight and I don’t want to do it alone.”

“That’s no problem, Duke,” he replied quietly as he pulled the car away.  They made the drive back in silence.

As soon as Diana shut the door to her apartment, she felt as if she was dead.  She had poured every ounce of her life force into loving John Wayne.  After being with him for almost fifty-eight hours straight, she was drained and her heart felt like it didn’t want to beat any more; she felt empty, dead.  I already know I’m not pregnant—I’m not sure how; I just know if I was, I’d feel it somehow and I wouldn’t feel so empty.  It would take only a week or so to confirm it, but she already knew and she hadn’t had the heart to tell him.  He wouldn’t have believed me anyway.

She collapsed into bed and slept fitfully between haunting dreams that she was still with him.  It was hard for her to get up the next morning and go to work as usual.  Maybe getting back to her normal routine would help keep her mind from being completely occupied by thoughts of him.

“Was Mr. Wayne pleased with you this weekend?”

“WHAT?!!” she exclaimed more loudly than she’d intended, thrown slightly when her boss came in a little while later and stopped at her desk to ask that startling question.  She jerked her head up, staring at him with wide eyes.

Her boss repeated, “Was Mr. Wayne pleased with your work for him this weekend?  I called his hotel concerned because you never returned after the tour.  He left a message saying he’d asked you to check on the availability of some of the production crew for the movie from his office.  Were you able to get the information he needed?”

She stammered nervously, “Oh...  Oh yes, well… some of it anyway.  He… just needed some… information… that his own staff wasn’t able to provide.  I… guess he was pleased; he was… very kind and generous.”  Her voice wavered as a lump tried to form.  Swallowing, she cleared her throat as her boss frowned at her.

You sound nervous, Diana; what has you so flustered?  Her boss had discovered she stammered nervously when discussing something she wasn’t being completely honest about when he’d asked her to do the studio-recorded singing for some movies.  She had been flustered as she’d politely tried to tell him no.

He stared at her as he asked, “Are you all right?  You don’t sound all right.  Did something else happen this weekend?”

She shook her head.  “Nothing happened!  I’m just tired, that’s all!  I’ll be fine!”  Her boss still frowned at her—like he wasn’t buying it, but thankfully, he didn’t press further.

At the end of the first day, a delivery person showed up at her office saying he had several packages of frozen halibut filets and that she should get them home and into her freezer as soon as possible.  She was surprised; she’d completely forgotten they’d caught all of those fish just the day before!  It made her smile; he’d remembered his promise to share them with her.  She would have more fish to eat for a while than she’d had since moving to L.A. from Virginia almost eight years ago.

The rest of the week passed in a blur.  She tried to get through each day without seeing his face every time she closed her eyes, hearing his voice every time it was quiet… recalling some vivid image from their weekend together when she didn’t have anything else to occupy her thoughts.

That first weekend was almost too hard.  She couldn’t go out and drink with her girlfriends.  If by chance she was wrong and she was pregnant, she didn’t think it would be a good idea to drink heavily.  She went out with them for a little while to a dance club and had one drink.  Then she ended up going home early because a couple of men asked her to dance, and she just couldn’t do it.  Damn it; it’s so STUPID to feel as though I’m cheating on him!

Her girlfriends asked what was wrong and where she’d disappeared to the previous weekend. “Nothing’s wrong.  I just… spent the weekend with some man because I felt lonely.”

Lynda raised her eyebrows in question and then frowned in confusion when her best friend shook her head and looked away.  Lynda knew Diana was supposed to have met John Wayne that Friday and was going to attempt to seduce him.  Lynda surmised that it hadn’t worked out and instantly understood why Diana seemed upset.

Then they all admonished her.  “Don’t ever do that again without letting us know; we were very worried about you!”  Diana promised them it wouldn’t happen again.

She got confirmation of what she already knew that following Monday while in the ladies room near her office at the studio and burst into tears, not truly understanding why it upset her so.  It was me who spent most of that weekend trying to convince the big man we don’t belong together.  And now I have the proof; if it had been meant to be, I’d be carrying his child.  Especially since he tried SO HARD to knock me up!

That thought made her smile and turned her sobs to broken laughter.  She washed her face to try to hide the evidence, but it didn’t help much.  When she walked in the door to her office, she was taken aback to see Ward standing in front of her desk.  As soon as he looked at her, she burst into tears again. 

Ward came to her and put his arms around her.  “What’s wrong, Diana?”

She started to sob, “I’m not… I’m not…” but stopped.  She couldn’t tell Ward she was upset at not being pregnant, so she stayed silent and just leaned against him for a moment as she tried to stop crying.  When she was calmer, Ward handed her a tissue and led her to a chair.  He sat next to her and held her hand while she composed herself.  Then she looked at him and asked, “Why are you here?”

Ward explained, “I have a meeting with one of the casting people to see if there’s going to be a part that’s right for me.  Duke knew I was going to be here and he asked me to check in on you if I had a chance.”

“I’ve been doing fine, for the most part… until today.  I just… got a little bad news.  That’s why I was upset.  It has nothing to do with The Duke!” she added hastily when Ward frowned.

He eyed her closely and could tell she was lying.  So he asked quietly, “Are you upset because you are or aren’t pregnant?”

“How do you know about…?” she started as she flinched and her eyes widened in shock.  Realization dawned as she stared at Ward for a few moments; the big man must’ve told him, though she had no idea WHY he would’ve done that.  Tears welled again as she said softly, “I’m not pregnant.  I’m upset because I’m not pregnant, even though it’s for the best,” she whispered as more tears gathered and slid down her cheeks.

Then she asked, “Would you tell him for me?  I don’t know how I’m going to break this to him.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle his reaction!  I know it’s going to hurt him and I can’t stand the thought of causing him any more pain.  Please?!!!” she begged Ward as he shook his head.

He patted her shoulder, and said softly, “Diana, this is something he has to hear from you.  I think he’d take it even worse coming from me.  He might kill me, but I know he won’t hurt you.  And I don’t think he’d appreciate my knowing about this before he does, so please; don’t tell him I even asked you about it, alright?”

She smiled sadly, nodding that she understood.  “Have you seen him much over the past week?  How’s he doing?”

“Oh, he’s doing about the same as you, it appears.  He’s walking around looking half-dead, like he’s lost something of himself and doesn’t know how to get it back.  But that’s only when he doesn’t have something else to keep his mind occupied.  Is that about how it is for you?”

Sighing, she nodded with another sad smile.

Ward stood and went over behind her desk and picked up a bag, saying, “By the way, he asked me to bring these to you; your clothes and shoes from his hotel room.  And he said to tell you that he still owes you a blouse?!!”

He chuckled as he wondered, again, why Duke owed Diana a blouse!  Then he coughed slightly and looked down nervously when his mind conjured up the image of his best friend ripping the clothes off of her shapely body… a sight he still hadn’t been able to forget!

Diana stood and immediately exclaimed, “No, he doesn’t!  He bought me two dresses and… shoes to match; he more than made up for the blouse!  He doesn’t OWE me anything!” she ended adamantly.  I will NOT have him thinking he OWES me!!!

Ward was surprised at her tone of voice.  “Now, don’t jump to conclusions!  I’m sure Duke meant that as a joke because he chuckled when he said it.  Which made me wonder what happened to your blouse?!!”

Diana closed her eyes and chuckled softly herself.  She instantly pictured again the big man ripping her blouse open in a fit of passion.“Never you mind!”

Ward set the bag back down behind her desk and came around to her.  “I have to get going to my meeting.  I’ll tell Duke you’re doing about as well as he is.”

“Thanks, Ward.”  Then he hugged her tightly and was just releasing her when the door to the office opened and Diana’s boss stopped short, staring at them.

Then he focused on Ward as he said, “Don’t I know you?”

“I hope so; I’m Ward Bond.”

“Oh, yes.  Aren’t you a friend of Mr. Wayne?”

“Yes; yes I am.”

“Well, how do you know Diana?” he asked curiously.

Ward frowned and looked at her, unsure how to reply.  She jumped in to explain.  “Mr. Bond and I met at Mr. Wayne’s office that weekend.  We… all… had dinner together and got acquainted.  Mr. Bond just stopped by to say hello and that he’d enjoyed meeting me!”

She’d stammered in her explanation again.  He frowned, not buying it.  “I see.  Well then, nice to meet you, Mr. Bond.  Diana, when you’re through, I need to see you in my office.”

“I’ll be right there.”  As soon as her boss’ office door was shut, she quietly explained to Ward the story the big man had told her boss about why she’d disappeared for the weekend—doing work for him at his office.  “Having dinner together was the only thing I could come up with as to how we met!”

Ward replied, “Don’t worry.  That’ll be the same story I’ll tell and I’ll pass it along to Duke in case anyone asks him.”

She thanked Ward again and kissed his cheek before he left.  Then she grabbed her steno pad and pencil, walked into her boss’ office and sat down to start taking notes or dictation.

Her boss watched her as she sat.  There was concern on his face as he started to speak.  “I’ve gotten to know you pretty well since you’ve been working for me almost two years now.  I know when you’re scared or nervous and you’ve been skittish since that weekend.  I don’t know what else happened, but it’s something that has you flustered, and I can’t even imagine what that might be.  All I do know is, if you did anything that will blow this deal with John Wayne, I’ll have your head on a platter.  Is that understood?”

Swallowing hard, she said clearly, “Yes sir, I understand.  But I don’t think the movie deal is in jeopardy.  I understand Mr. Wayne will be here next week and you can ask him yourself.  Now, is there anything else you needed, sir?”

“No; that will be all.”

She stood and walked out, closing the door behind her.  At her desk, she went back to the work she had started earlier before she’d broken down in the ladies room and Ward had shown up.

The rest of the week passed slowly and uneventfully.  That weekend, she went out with her girlfriends again but, this time, she got drunker than she had in a long time.  When a couple of men tried to make passes at her, she shot them down.

“I just lost someone very special and I’m not interested in any company.”

Diana’s girlfriends asked who she was talking about since they all knew she hadn’t dated anyone seriously for a long time.  She slurred drunkenly, “Ya wouldn’ believe me if I tol’ ya.”  When Lynda stared at her suspiciously, she got up, adding, “I don’ know what I’m sayin.  I gotta go,” staggering slightly as she made her way to the door and found a taxi to take her home so she could sleep it off.

That Monday, she learned the big man was coming in some time on Tuesday.  She felt sick most of the night.  Her stomach lurched at the thought of seeing him again, having to tell him goodbye.  She couldn’t eat; she was afraid it wouldn’t stay down.  Out of desperation to get some sleep, she drank about two fingers of whiskey, which, miraculously, also calmed her stomach.  Tuesday morning, her face looked haggard in the mirror; she hid it the best she could with a little makeup and dressed conservatively.  She was at her desk promptly at nine o’clock.

At about 11:30, she went to the ladies room and when she came back, he was in her office, leaning on the front edge of her desk.  He was dressed casually, pretty much the same as the first and last times she saw him.  She froze in her tracks with the door standing wide open, the doorknob still in her hand.  This time, SHE looked startled.

He was staring at her with intense longing and that smoldering passion in his deep blue eyes.  Her eyes mirrored his for a moment as her breathing grew labored.  Then the pain of what she had to tell him pushed past her intense desire. 

She didn’t have to tell him; he could see it in her eyes.  He frowned sadly, looking down as his eyes misted.  Diana shut the door and moved to him as she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

There was a catch in her voice.  He looked up to see tears in her eyes as well.  At least he could try to take comfort in the fact she had genuinely hoped for a chance for them.

Dear GOD, I cannot bear the thought of never being with her again!  He reached out and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her, crushing his mouth to hers and molding her body against him.  She was wedged between his thighs as he perched on the edge of her desk.

Her arms automatically went up around his shoulders and neck.  Their heads turned sideways to kiss fiercely, so tightly were they crushed together.  They forgot about everything for a few moments, surrendering themselves to each other one last time, so lost in the kiss they didn’t hear the door open.

The sound of someone clearing their throat suddenly broke them apart as they turned to see Diana’s boss standing in front of the door with it closed behind him; they never heard him come in!  Wayne moved Diana around to his side and slightly behind him in a protective gesture as he stood and eyed her boss sternly.

The man’s eyebrows were raised as he said, “Well, at least now I know why she’s been so flustered since that weekend, although I would never have guessed… this!” as he gestured at the two of them.

Wayne eyed him fiercely.  “Don’t say anything else.  The three of us need to go into your office so we can discuss… this… and come to an understanding.  NOW!”  Wayne boomed in his commanding voice, indicating the producer’s inner office with a jerk of his head when her boss started to speak again.  The man snapped his mouth shut and headed toward his office as Wayne took Diana’s hand, led her in and shut the door.

The producer turned around and immediately started to say, “Mr. Wayne, if Miss Maitland has done or said anything to make you change your mind about…”

“Sit down and shut up!” Wayne barked, cutting him off with a fierce scowl.  When the man didn’t immediately comply, he continued in a menacing tone of voice, “If you say one more derogatory thing against her, YOU’RE going to be the one who makes me change my mind about this movie deal, you got that?”  When the producer sat down with a surprised look, nodding that he understood, Wayne continued to explain the situation and how it was to be handled.

“I care very deeply about Miss Maitland, Diana.”  He glanced at her as he continued to hold her hand.  Then he looked back at the producer and let his emotions show in his eyes.  “In fact, I love her and she loves me.  But we learned enough about each other over that weekend to know we would not be suited for marriage, much to my bitter disappointment.”  He looked at her again as he let go of her hand and brought his up to her face to stroke her cheek with his thumb for a moment.  Then he dropped it and looked back at the producer.

“Now, this in no way affects my decision regarding this movie deal other than your promise that you will never divulge anything about… this… to anyone.  Ever.  Is that clear?”  The producer nodded that he understood.  Wayne continued, “And furthermore, you will never use this in any way against her.  If I ever hear that you have, you’ll never get a chance at producing any movie I’m involved with ever again.  Do you understand?”  The producer nodded again.

Wayne ended with his last demand.  “And as a request, I want you to continue to use her as a studio recorded singer.  I applaud your decision to demand that she sing for those other movies, but you should use her more often and loan her out to other studios as well.  Her voice is too beautiful not to be shared.  Don’t you agree?”

The producer nodded his agreement again; he had given up trying to speak.

“Now, if it’s all right with you, may I borrow your office so I can say goodbye to her?”

Diana’s boss stood.  “That’s fine.  It’s close to lunchtime, so you can take as long as you want.”  He headed out the door and closed it behind him.

Wayne turned toward Diana.  He hadn’t looked at her since he’d dictated his demands to her boss.  She looked to be on the verge of tears and he thought he knew why.  From the beginning, she’d made it clear she never wanted ANYONE else to know of their involvement.

Moving to her, he pulled her against him.  She wrapped her arms around him, laying her head against his chest.  He kissed the top of her head and said softly, “I’m so sorry, Diana.  I didn’t stop to think anyone could walk in the door and find us together.  Will you forgive me?”

She sniffled slightly and cleared her throat.  “I’m not upset about that.  I know him well enough to know he’s only worried about making sure a big star like you gets what you want so he can produce your movies.  Now that he knows I didn’t do anything to jeopardize this deal, he won’t be mad at me.  He knows I’m the best assistant he’s ever had.  I just hope now that he knows what happened between us, he doesn’t get the big idea that maybe I can entice some other big stars for him!” she joked, her voice laden with sarcasm as she laughed softly.

Wayne started to get mad until he realized she was joking.  He brought his hand up to her chin and forced her to look up at him as he replied softly in his deep, gravelly voice with a sexy grin, “You better not or I’ll beat the shit out of your boss and whoever he tries to get you to entice!”

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