Second Chance Arrangement

PaigeI hurry inside the hospital, eyes set on the reception desk as I storm forward like an unstoppable force. The lady working behind the desk is speaking on the phone, but I don’t care if she is busy. I will gain her attention soon enough!I slam my hands on her desk, making her jump in her seat before she looks up at me. “Where is he? Where is Dallas Brooks?!”The lady stares at me with fearful eyes. I know she isn’t going to answer me, but luckily, a large hand lands on my shoulder. When I turn around, I’m face-to-face with Julian. He is Dallas’ agent, and he looks just as haunted as I feel. I might not be Dallas’ girlfriend anymore, but as soon as I heard the news that Dallas had been in a car accident, I texted Julian.Knowing the history of Dallas and me, Julian gave me the address to the hospital, and I’m thankful for that. Since Dallas is a famous football player, hundred of fans must be trying to find the hospital where they are operating on my former boyfriend.Julian’s ey

PaigeA chuckle startles me awake. “Not to be rude or anything, but would you mind helping me to your bed before you pass out? That’s where I’m sleeping, right? Also, I need help getting out of these clothes.”Still groggy from my nap, I blink life into my eyes.Dallas is sitting in his wheelchair with a shit-eating grin and his thick, muscular arms folded over his shirt. It's unfair that even a goddamn car accident can’t make him look unattractive. If anything, the bruises on his face make him look dangerous.“Good morning, miss assistant,” he teases even though it's probably late as heck. “Did you enjoy your nap?”I smile at the playful glint in his eyes. "Very funny, Dallas," I say, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "And yes, I will help you to the bed, but first, let me get you something to drink.""Thoughtful," he says. "Seeing it hurts to stretch and fill a glass myself.""Gosh, how long was I out?" I ask, hoping he isn't too thirsty. It's important to stay hydrated, especially

PaigeI’m close to biting my nails—that’s how nervous I am. Dallas is still talking to Christina, which is frightening. What if she tells him that I’m his ex-girlfriend, and that sets him on a path of remembering me? I would hate for that to happen. Dallas has reverted back to the man he was before his fame and career, and I know I’m greedy now, but I want his Amnesia to stay for a little while longer. “You don’t have to worry about anything,” Julian comments from beside me. We are sitting in the lobby inside the gym. “Dallas has already figured out that Christina is crazy and most likely only interested in his fortune.”He must see the confusion on my face because he breathes a laugh. “You forgot that he is a billionaire, didn’t you?”I blush. “I know that Dallas is wealthy, but sometimes, I forget about the money he inherited after his parents passed away.”“Because you don’t care, right?”I shake my head. “No.”Julian smiles and looks down at his phone again. “This is the reason

PaigeI can’t breathe. Dallas is suffocating me with just a look. I’m dying, breaking apart, and I don’t know how to make it stop. He is asking too much of me. I can’t tell him that he is the man I could never forget. It would break me.“No,” I feel foolish for putting up a battle against him, childish for lifting my nose into the air, but I don’t care. I glare into his eyes, and his lips twitch.It surprises me.Dallas looks darkly amused, and the cold, throaty laugh leaving his lips is shocking. This isn’t the sweet lamb I’ve handled for six weeks. No, this Dallas reminds me of the other Dallas, the wolfish one that knew me so well he could destroy my walls with his mouth.“So there is nothing going on between us, right?”“Yes,” I say a little too fast, but I can’t help it. Anger is spreading over my skin like wildfire.“Then you won’t have a problem telling me to stop.”I freeze, bewildered by his words. “What?”Dallas releases my wrists, and I stare up at him, waiting for him to

PaigeAnother week has passed with me babysitting Dallas. Not that I’m sure you could even call it that anymore. Dallas doesn’t need me that much anymore. Instead, I’m the one using him right now. We are at a grocery store, and Dallas is wearing a ballcap and an ugly sweater as a disguise while I’m rummaging through the bakery aisle.“And then I need blue coloring for the cupcake frosting…” I mumble and stand on my tiptoes in an attempt to reach it. When I can’t, Dallas moves behind me. His chest is right behind my head, and I freeze as he picks down the item with ease.“Here you go.”I smile. “Thank you.”Dallas smiles back, and I’m tempted to put my hand over his arm and stroke the tanned skin there. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and most days, I have this itch to touch him. Insanity is what it is, but I’m barely able to fight it, the temptation to just push up against him and try to kiss his lips.Would he mind?The lines between friendship and more have been rather blur