All Chapters of The Chemistry Clause : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ZoeThis wasn’t Arman Anders. It couldn’t be. Arman was always filled with life, there was always a bad boy grin on his face that stole the heart of girls. Arman looked like he had already embraced head.I had seen this over and over during my time in the hospital. Many welcomed death even before death came knocking. Most times, they were people that had nothing to live for. People that were tired of living.Not people like Arman. Arman was so full of life. He had millions of lovers all over the world.But today he was alone. His whole head was bandages, his eyes were closed and an oxygen mask covered his nose. He was weak. And alone.Not one fan stood by his side. Why did it have to be me? me the last person he saw that night? did he met someone else? Was it my words that made him lose concentration on the road he was driving on?“Don’t!” M.J.’s voice was harsh. Harsher than I’ve ever known. “Don’t weep for him.” It came in his command tone. The one I had never disobeyed. Until today

Zoe’s POV"She's not your girlfriend," M.J. snapped at Arman.I had to pull him back, instinctively wedging myself between Arman and M.J. Arman's grip tightened just before M.J. put his hand on my arm in an attempt to pull me away."Let go of her!" Arman snarled, his voice sharp and dangerous. He looked ready to fight. Tension radiated through the room, and anger leaked out of both men."Let's back this up a little bit," I tried again, keeping my voice steady. "M.J., can we postpone my shoot?"M.J. looked livid but eventually nodded. Near the bed, Bri just stayed still, looking like her entire world had ended."Arman, we're going to need you to calm down. Getting angry isn't good for your health at the moment," I said calmly. It was as if I were back in the hospital—I was the doctor again, and he was my patient.Arman nodded, his expression softening into a shy, boyish look. "I'm hungry."The doctor stepped in smoothly. "You should be; you haven't eaten real food in a while." He turn

Zoe’s POV “What? You remember that?” I asked, my voice hitching. Arman looked away coolly. “Look, a coffee shop. Let’s have that coffee and then talk.” He opened the car door and climbed out on his own. He walked as gracefully as one could while struggling with a crutch. I wasn't surprised he didn’t need a wheelchair; only one leg had been injured, and he had healed remarkably well. The nurses had taken excellent care of him while he was in the coma. I scanned the area to make sure no one recognized us. Arman had yet to grasp the fact that he was a superstar, but luckily, it was midday and the place was nearly empty. I chose a spot in a far corner where we wouldn't be easily spotted. “I thought you didn’t remember the accident,” I attacked immediately, needing to regain some control. “I don’t,” Arman said calmly. He was doing it again—getting on my nerves with that "put-together" aura, making me feel scatterbrained while he treated everything like a quiet face-off. “But you rem

Zoe’s POVI woke up with my legs kicking the air and a scream echoing through the room, my hands flying to my throat.My bed was drenched in sweat. My sweat.I crawled to the bathroom and threw up everything in my stomach. How could a dream be so vivid, so doused in raw emotion? I took a bath, but I was unable to go back to bed. I double-checked my front door to make sure it was locked; in fact, I locked every door in the house and curled up on my bed, knowing sleep wouldn't return.“Zoe Merida,” I whispered, voicing my name just to reassure myself that I could still talk. "My name is Zoe. I can talk."Later, I sat in front of the mirror, examining my neck for the gash I knew I wouldn't find. I wanted to call M.J. and tell him about the nightmare, but I recalled our conversation and changed my mind. What if he was with his girlfriend? He would want to come to me immediately. No. I thought of Arman, too, but I reminded myself that what we had wasn't real.Instead, I disguised myself a

It turned out that my shoot was with Arman. We were doing a couples shoot for a brand I didn’t recognize, but I really didn’t care because M.J. handled things like that.Even with his memory gone, Arman was still an awesome model.“Hey,” I met his eyes, “how do you feel?” I asked under my breath.I was sitting on a high stool while he stood between my legs, a hand on my shoulder.“I’m good.” His voice was clipped.Something was wrong. I remember we had talked last night and nothing seemed out of place. He had even smiled when Rachel literally begged for an autograph and he signed his name on her dress. She had been ecstatic.When we were done, M.J. tried to hurry me back but I insisted on going home with Arman. “I need to talk to him about some stuff,” I lied.“About what?”I shifted from one foot to another but said nothing.“Merida!” M.J. sighed.“I’ll be fine. I promise. And I want you to worry less about me. I have Arman and Rachel.” Then I remembered I hadn’t told him about Rache