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Dallas I’m standing at the altar, and my heart is racing. I swear everyone can hear it thumping in my chest. It’s louder than a stampede of wild animals, louder than any NFL game I have ever played. And at the end of the aisle is Paige, the woman of my dreams. I pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream because there’s no way I could be this lucky... Gabriel sniffles behind me. He is Paige’s best man, while Julian is mine. I don’t know how my teammate Gabriel became such good friends with my soon-to-be-wife, but while planning the wedding, they somehow found each other. Paige’s eyes are locked onto mine, and I can feel the warmth of her love radiating off of her. Her dress—a delicate white lace—hugs her curves in all the right places, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her. Suddenly, she’s there in front of me, and the ceremony begins. I’m not even sure what the priest or rabbi—I can’t remember which one we hired—is saying. All I can focus on is Paige and how lucky I am to have
PaigeThe first boy I ever loved was Dallas Brooke, the tall and popular football player that every girl in high school wanted to call their boyfriend. Everyone had a crush on him, but unfortunately for all his fans, Dallas was mine, and I was his. We began dating in the first year of high school, but before my college graduation, he broke my heart.That same man—Dallas Brooke—is now standing behind my door and looking down at me with his gorgeous blue eyes. As I look up at him, my heart skips a beat, and I immediately grow bitter. Was he always this stupidly beautiful?Three years later, my heart still doesn’t know whether to cry out in joy at the sight of his face or weep at what we lost.“Dallas,” I say, a little out of breath. “What do you want? What are you doing here?”“I just…”“You just what?” I demand.“I wanted to see you.”I glare at him in disbelief. “You wanted to see me, so you traveled across the country?”“I have a game here tomorrow,” he gauges my reaction, knowing fo
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
PaigeThere is a knot in my stomach as I watch a large SUV drive up to the curb outside my apartment. Dallas is inside of it, and I’m surprised there aren’t any paparazzi here, but then again, I live on the poor side of the big city. No one would expect him to be dropped off here.“Hello, Paige,” Julian is the first person to jump out of the car and greet me. He looks oddly happy to see me, which is a first.Dallas’ agent never really liked me. I remember him calling me an obstacle that kept Dallas from achieving his big dream of becoming a football star, and yes, I still hold a grudge.“Nice to see you, Julian,” I plaster on a smile. “Where is Dallas?”“In the back,” Julian says.I glance toward the back of the SUV, watching as a couple of bodyguards help Dallas with his wheelchair.My eyes do a double-take.It’s strange seeing Dallas, who always used to be so strong and tough, sit in a wheelchair with a broken leg. It’s even stranger that Dallas doesn’t have his old memories and pro
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’ve been taking care of Dallas for a few days now. He has mostly been sleeping and taking it easy, but today, he is going back to the gym. “Before you head out, you have to take the medication which your doctor prescribed, or else your pain is never going to subside.”Dallas groans in protest and tries to hide under his blanket. I would find it cute if I weren’t his caretaker. So what if he is a grown-ass man? His fear of medication is silly. He is so precious, and when he peeks at me, his brown hair is all messed up. Adorable. “Do I have to?”I almost smile. It’s the same rodeo every morning. “Yes.”“Really?”“Uh-huh, or else your agent is going to be very angry when he comes to get you later today.”Dallas groans again. “What if we just pretend that I’ve taken my medication when Julian comes? He won’t know the difference.”“He will definitely notice,” I glance down at Dallas’ phone, which is vibrating on my bedside table. “And he is probably the one calling you right now. D
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
PaigeMy makeup is gone after I leave the restroom. It couldn’t be saved. Five minutes ago, I looked like a panda and decided to remove it. I don’t know why, but sometimes when I’m sad, I shower or clean my face. It makes me feel less disgusting, as if the water can somehow wash away my shame, sadness, and depression.But that isn’t the case today.When Dallas looks up at me, his lips slowly part. He can definitely tell that I’ve been crying. My eyes are puffy, and my smile is wavering as I retake my seat. “Haven’t they served us our food yet?”“I told them to wait,” Dallas says without removing his eyes from mine. I’m already uncomfortable by how intently he is looking at me.“Oh…thank you.”We say nothing else, and soon the food arrives. My pasta is amazing, but Dallas’ steak looks even better. “Aren’t you going to eat that?” I ask. He looks up as if returning from a daydream. “What? Oh…yes…I was just...” There is hesitation written over his handsome face. “Look, I’m sorry if I b