Flashback ------------------The memory of that day snapped me out of my Trance. I can never forget, how I pleaded to try and do anything possible to make Xander remember me. But the doctor only looked at me in pity. "There must be some way." that was what I shouted at the doctor. I was desperate. "Mrs. Russo you're pregnant, please. You hurting yourself is going to affect your baby. " those words of the doctors were a slap to my reality. For my baby, I accepted my faith, and I came to terms with the fact that now for my Xander I am just some stranger walking on the road, someone he doesn't know and is not important to give a second glance. My last memory of Xander was clutching his head, his jaw tight and he was groaning in pain, while the doctor tries to make him recall me. And the funniest joke life played with me was that Xander forgot the last 4 years of his life only. Years in which o existed. Partial amnesia or what the doctor called anterograde amnesia. He said if we
Xan..der...Xan..to...p" my stomach is aching due to all the laughing. I said trying to pry his hands away but he was stronger than me. And Xander is nowhere done tickling me. And believe me, this method of punishment is more painful. Tears are spilling out of my eyes. I want him to stop. But the mischievous glint in his eyes is so enticing. He looks so carefree. Xander very rarely shows this side. Mostly he is uptight, on the point, and sometimes brutal. As I say Bossy Mr. Russo. So him this easy is always refreshing to me. But the price I am paying to see him like this is now intolerable. "Say the esoteric words." the devil said, putting both my hands above my head and holding it with one hand. His eyes crinkled with a wide smile, while he is breathing quickly. We were both tired from the physical activity. I want to free my hands but I came his grip is strong and I pout, why he is so strong, with just one hand he is restricting my two.While the other is ready to tickle me again
Leaving the lawn I ran towards my building. Reaching my apartment, I fished the keys from my clutch and entered. Moving I entered my bedroom, closed it slid down bringing my knees to my chest I hugged them and sobbed, just sobbed. I don't know for how long. I tried to compose myself but, the pain is too much to bear. My idea to stay alone was bad very bad, instead of feeling better, it turned my emotions ten times more painful. The loneliness and the nights brought beautiful memories of me and Xander and that was enough to break me. Pain. I always heard people saying with love pain comes unasked but never believed them. I always thought how can such a beautiful feeling bring pain to you but now that I am in this situation I can very well tell why people say so. Love makes you vulnerable, it do makes you strong but at the same time becomes your biggest weakness. You will trade all your happiness just to see one smile on the face of your lover and the same is with me, no matter ho
Pain is the only thing that I feel. But why?Is it because you left?Or because you didn't come back.Or is it because I spent so many nights awake waiting for your return?I don't know why this pain, especially when I am right where I wanted to be, in your arms. Why my heart instead of fluttering, is constricting?Why the face that used to take my breath away, is now making it hard for me to breathe?Why the arms that used to feel so warm, are so cold today?Why, though my heart is racing I feel like I don't have one?Why is there no way, that can lead me to where you left off?You are standing right here in front of me, then why my eyes are searching for you?You found me but then why do I feel like I lost you?We are so close, but then why do I feel the distance of miles between us?Why do the eyes staring back at me, feels so blank?I am trying to run away from you, against my heart's will. Then why fate is hell-bent on making me fall in your arms? Averting my eyes from the blan
Alexander's POV"I want all old employees' files with every single information about them. Get them on my table as soon as possible." I finished my order. Nodding furiously the manager ran, I hope to accomplish his job. My eyes moved from the man who just ran out to the man who I once trusted as the person to bark orders in this company. A company that belongs to me. I have it to him too and he destroyed its very image. My company is in debt. Fucking my company!!!! "Mr. Jordan I feel disappointed to say but I am not impressed with the way you handle this company," I said squinting my eyes. The old man and CEO gulped. Fear was evident in his eyes. And he should be. When I bought this company and partnered with him, I trusted him and so decided to keep it in his name as I didn't have the time to visit London from New York for petty issues. But seeing the falls in our profit and the debts we are immersed in, I had no option left other than taking matters into my hand.Four years. I d
"I miss you." I pouted, adjusting the laptop on my stomach, while I lay on my back. No matter how comfortable my bed is, it can never provide the comfort, I feel when I am in Xander's arms."Is that a pout I see?" He asked teasingly, amused by my childlike behavior.Today once again I argued with dad. And that's why I am feeling very emotional. And Xander is out of town just added another nail to my already sad self. I could do some comforting. Reaching my hands, I softly caressed his face on the screen.He is right now in bed, in half sitting position as his back is resting on the headboard, wearing a white t-shirt while the part down the hips is covered with a duvet. "No." Though I tried hard but couldn't keep from choking on my words. "Angel, what happened?" Xander asked immediately. His body has gone stiff with worry, forehead instantly creasing with concern.I so wanted to tell him what happened today. I wanted to tell him how dad said that, what I am studying is just a wa
Iris's POV"And here is your coffee strong, just the way you like strong but sweetened by a bit of creamer," said Xander holding a brewing hot cup of my favorite coffee. Placing the coffee in front of me on the kitchen island, he started making his own.Rubbing my sleepy eyes a bit I took the cup in my hand, following a sip, and believe me he makes it the best way. Seems like perfection runs in his Russo blood. I wonder if there is anything he does imperfectly.I mean he is an awesome cook, makes awesome drinks, I don't need to tell you about his brain, he plays superb chess and plays piano as well. One man with so much talent. No wonder he is arrogant. And I really really wonder how the hell he and I ended up together. I mean he is just perfect and me, well you can say I ace clumsiness.For instance, Xander knows almost everything about me, my likes, dislike, favorites, etc. And I, I know nothing, not even his favorite coffee.Thinking that I groaned, a bit frustrated by myself
Xander's POV Startled, Iris shuffles and stands on her feet, she is frightened and confused, and then her eyes zeros on me, her confusion, intensifies and then something snapped and she looked at me with worried eyes and concern. So many emotions in just a few seconds and I am failing to understand the reason for any one of them, except the shock she got from my stupidity. Looking at her, frightened, now I feel guilty for my irrational action. I want to apologize but a part of me is justifying my action. A part of me is proud, that he broke her dream. "Are you okay?" The question should have come out of my lips, but hearing her from me, confused. Did she hit her head? I looked at her with creases and that seems to amplify the worry lines on her face. In no time she rounds her desk and is now standing in front of me.Her eyes filled with so much concern as if she is just on the verge of crying. "Ms. Brooke. I should be the one asking this question. " I tell her. She furrows