Se connecterâYou can still walk away,â he said, his voice lower now. I shook my head. âI donât want to.â Something in his expression softened, just slightly. Then he stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing. For a second, neither of us moved. Like we were both waiting, deciding. His hand lifted, hesitating just slightly before brushing against my jaw, tilting my face up to his. âLast chance,â he murmured. I didnât answer, I didnât need to. I closed the distance instead. The kiss wasnât soft. It was searching, deliberate. Like he was testing something, me. And I responded before I could stop myself. Before I could think. My fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as the world around us slipped further out of reach. The hesitation was gone now. Replaced by something heavier, something I didnât want to question. And this time, I didnât think.
Voir plusâAmber!!! Get your ass out of that bed!â Vee said, dragging my legs.
I groaned, dragging a pillow over my head. âYour job is the only thing keeping us afloat for now, and you are not about to lose that job because of your reckless sleeping habit,â Vee, my best friend shouted. Okay, maybe she had a point. Yawning, I sluggishly got out of bed and shot her an annoyed look. Yes, I have a bad sleeping habit, but she was being dramatic. âAlright, Vee, Iâm awake. Iâll just freshen up,â I mumbled. âBetter,â she said. I could still hear her voice from outside my room, and I just shook my head. One minute sheâs my best friend, and the next she acts like a mother who would whoop my ass if I misbehaved. If Vee didnât drag me out of bed every morning, Iâd probably be homeless by now. âVee, Iâm leaving. Take care of yourself!â I called as I hurried out of the house. I got to the office, hoping the supervisor wasnât there yet then I saw people gathered at the notice board. Wondering what was going on, I moved closer and saw Sarah, one of the best employees moving out with a packed up bag. She saw me and gave me a sad smile. Walking past her and wondering what that was about, I saw the board. LIST OF LAID OFF EMPLOYEES. My heart started thumping so hard, I thought it would jump out of my chest,hands trembling. I scanned the list and there it was. Amber Peters. Number five. âWhyâ? I asked no one in particular. I could feel my eyes become blurry, I wrapped my arms around me as if trying to comfort myself. âI heard the company is running low on funds. They canât keep everyone anymore,â John, one of the laid-off employees, said quietly. âIt doesnât make sense. There has to be something that can be done, right?â Without waiting for an answer, I stormed toward the managerâs office. âMiss Amber Peters, donât you know how to knock?â he said. âIâm sorry, sir. I just saw the list. Why am I on it?â My voice came out tighter than I intended. âIâve devoted everything to this office. You canât just lay me off like that.â âSo because you were devoted to the job you were being paid for, does that mean you co-own the company?â he snapped. âYou only did your job, Amber. Stop whining. Youâre not the only one we laid off, there are other people who were better than you too. âSir⊠is that all you have to say?â âWellâŠthere might be another way to keep your job.â His eyes dragged over me slowly. âIf youâre willing to cooperate, of course.â I froze. âWhat do you mean?â He stepped closer. âYouâre a smart girl, Amber,â his voice dropped. âIâm sure you understand how these things work.â My stomach churned. His hand lifted to her face, too close. âSpend some time with me, and your name disappears from that list.â âYou disgusting pig.â I shoved him away. âEven if you were the last man on earth, I would never touch you.â And yes, keep your damn job. I donât need it, asswipe.â I slammed the door behind me. I sounded brave but I knew if I spent any more second here, I would break down. I grabbed my things and left without saying goodbye to anyone. I didnât want to go home plus I didnât have any friends except Vee of course. Calling Vee wasnât an option, she would be at her interview by now. âI could really use a hug right now and if anybody could help me, it would be my boyfriend, Aaron. So I headed to his place. ***** Loud music blasted from inside his apartment. Not wanting to waste time outside, I used my key. The moment I stepped in, the smell of weed hit me. Bottles of alcohol were scattered everywhere. Then I heard it. Voices from the bedroom. My stomach dropped. âAaronâŠ?â I pushed the door open. I froze. I saw a woman with her legs raised up while my boyfriend rammed into her with much gusto. Even with the music so high, her moans were all I could hear. âWhat the fuck, Aaron?â I shouted. They both turned. He looked shocked for a second⊠then annoyed. âWhat are you doing here? Arenât you supposed to be at work?â I blinked. âIs that what you should be saying to me?â âYou should have called first, Amber. Then you wouldnât have seen this.â He said âCalled first? I laughed hollowly. âShould I have asked permission to see my boyfriend cheating? You donât even have the dignity to apologize, but youâre trying to blame me?â I queried. âDonât start, Amber. Stop overreacting and try to understand where Iâm coming from.â It was bad enough that I caught him in this position but he wasnât even moving. The woman stared at me with a smirk on her face, she was enjoying this. I blinked again. âUnderstand what?â âYou pushed me to do thisâ "I pushed you? We couldâve talked about whatever this is, Aaron.â He looked at me, and for the first time, I couldnât read his expression. Thankfully he had the decency to cover himself although I believed the only reason he untangled himself from the woman was because I had ruined the mood. âAmber, just go. Iâll check on you later. I have a guest.â âWhat do you mean? Are you chasing me out?â âIâm done with whatever this is. I canât continue anymore, so just leave. Youâre making my guest uncomfortable, I donât appreciate that.â âI wonât leave, Iâm going nowhâŠâ The words died in my throat as he suddenly appeared in front of me and shoved me out of his apartment. I stumbled outside, the music fading behind me. The night air was cold but it couldnât cool the fire in my chest. I was so stunned at his behavior that I could only crouch down to cry my heart out. Two years. Late-night calls, promises, plans that suddenly meant nothing. And just like that⊠it was over. All for what, sex. When things got rough, I stayed, even when Vee had repeatedly warned me. I didnât listen. I was in love or so I thought. And now⊠this. I laughed. The sound echoed down the road, hollow and strange. I was jobless, probably homeless soon, and my boyfriend, gone. I stumbled to the nearest bench, hugging my knees to my chest. The world felt impossibly loud, the music from Aaronâs apartment, the distant sirens, the honking cars,all mocking me. âGreat⊠just great,â I whispered to the empty street. My voice cracked. âWhat a day.â I felt something vibrating in my pocket and realized it was my phone. Looking at my screen, I could see several missed calls from Vee which I had missed because of that scumbag. I immediately picked the call and her angry voice came from the other side of the phone. âWhy do you have a phone when you donât use it?â Vee screamed. âIâm sorry Vee, I just had a lot.â Well, hurry up! Thereâs a job offer for you.Adrianâs POVThe doctor adjusted his glasses as he examined Amber once more. A small flashlight moved across her eyes before he finally stepped back.âHer vitals are stable.âI sighed out in relief as I strode towards her side. âButâŠâI stopped in my tracks and turned towards himâThe headache she experienced wasnât unusual.âI furrowed my brows in confusion.âWhat do you mean?âHe closed his notebook.âWhen patients with selective retrograde amnesia encounter something emotionally familiar, their brains sometimes try to reconnect those memories.ââSo, are you saying she remembered something?ââPerhaps, it couldâve been a memory or it couldâve been a feeling.âI rubbed my temple in frustration âAnd if it happens again?âHe looked directly at me.âI know you want her memories back as soon as possible, Mr. Volkov, but recovering too much too quickly can overwhelm the brain.ââSo what do I do?ââNothing, donât force it.â He smiled faintly.After the doctor left, I remained standing out
Adrianâs POVThe doctorâs office smelled strongly of antiseptic, but somehow it couldnât drown out the thoughts racing through my head. I hadnât taken my eyes off Amber since sheâd opened them. She remembered Vee. She remembered her childhood. She even remembered her university days. But me? I was a complete stranger.The doctor closed the file in front of him.âMr. Volkov.âI looked up with concentration. âYour wife has selective retrograde amnesia.ââWhat does that even mean?âThe doctor folded his hands together.âTraumatic events affect everyone differently. Sometimes the brain locks away painful memories as a way of protecting itself.ââSo what am I supposed to do?âHe gave me a look that spelled out pity before answering.âNothing.âI frowned in disbelief. âNothing? So thatâs it?ââYou donât force memories back. Donât overwhelm her with photographs, stories or reminders. Let her remember at her own pace.ââAnd if she doesnât?ââThen you help her create new memories.âI stared
Adrianâs POVThe room was silent, the kind of silence that was deafening to the ears, the kind that made it difficult to breathe.The old butler stood in front of me with his head bowed, his hands trembling by his sides. He knew why he was here and damn right, he should be scared. I looked at him for what felt like forever, waiting for him to deny it, to tell me there had been a mistake.Instead, he stayed quiet.âSo, itâs been you all along.âI heard myself speak in a tone softer than expected. Maybe because I was still too shocked to believe he could do something like this to me.âYou saw me rack my head and grow frustrated every time I tried to find her and yet you didnât feel pity for me.âHe slowly nodded, then muttered âIâm sorry.âI let out a dry laugh. âSorry? Sorry for what exactly? The betrayal or that you were caught?â âFor how long has this been going on?âââŠThree weeks.âThree weeks. It started with the threat messages sent to Amber then me. Now it makes sense of how h
Adrianâs POVThe convoy tore through the empty streets, sirens cutting through the silence of the night. I sat in the back seat, my gun resting on my lap while my eyes stayed fixed on the tablet displaying the abandoned warehouse.âFive minutes out, sir,â the driver announced.My mind replayed the call over and over.âItâs coming from inside your old properties list.âWhoever they were, they knew my past. Which meant they either knew me or someone close to me did.âWeâre here.âThe SUVs came to a halt outside the old warehouse.The building looked exactly how I remembered it, abandoned, forgotten and lifeless.I stepped out first. âSpread out,â I ordered. âMake sure nobody leaves this place.âMy men moved immediately. I pushed open the warehouse door, gun raised.The hinges groaned loudly. There were no voices or movement. It was just abandoned crates, broken furniture and years of dust.âClear!â I heard one of the men shout from upstairs.Another voice echoed from the back.âNothing h
Adrianâs pov Standing outside her room, I kept pacing back and forth not knowing whether to knock or just walk past. Since the last incident, sheâs been avoiding me and itâs worse since we didnât go to work anymore.I could hear the rustling pages of a book, I guess sheâs reading a book. I really
Adrianâs POVI watched the footage again and it was clearly Amberâs room. The camera angle was precise and it looked like it was planted more like a device. It didnât look like it was taken by chance or from outside, it looked like an inside job. Who would come to my house to plant a device or d
Adrianâs POVI didnât sleep a wink last night, not because of her this time but because of that message.âYou really think youâve won? Letâs see how long she stays yours.âI stood in my study, staring at the screen again like I could figure out who the coward was or the words would somehow change.
Amberâs POVI stayed awake all night staring at the ceiling in my room. Sleep wasnât forthcoming as I relayed the dayâs events over and over again.I couldnât help but think about him and the way he said those words âYouâre mine.â Something about it sent a tingling sensation down my spine. The wo






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