From Damon’s perspective: I finish checking the incorporation documents for the club I want to open earlier than expected. I left Elenor with the assistant, planning to occupy my free hour. Now that I'm done, I call the assistant to discuss with her. She knocks on the door and enters, sitting slowly on the chair in front of my desk. She clasps her hands in her lap, visibly stressed, and bows her head.-Why didn't you tell me she lost her memory?" I ask calmly, trying to hide the desire to put a bullet in her head.-I really tried, but you didn't wait for me to tell you, she rushes to say.-So, I understand it's my fault that you're an idiot.-No, sir, she hurriedly replies. I settle more comfortably in my chair and run my hand through my hair nervously.-How did she lose her memory? Did the gunshot affect her that badly?-Sir, she suffered a head injury, but not from the bullet, but from the impact with the floor.-How long will it take for her to recover?-About two weeks.
I watch him sleep uncomfortably in the chair next to the bed where I woke up. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve him. How could I not remember him? How could I say those awful things? How could I treat him the way I did? He shows signs of waking up, and I immediately pull the blanket over my face. I feel the bed shift. I think he's looking at me. Does he hate me? I don't want to find out! I want to stay with this blanket over my face.-Why are you hiding from me? he asks in a gentle voice. Tears start streaming down my face, but I don't know why. I don't know if it's guilt or emotion. He tries to pull the blanket off my face, but I let it down before him.-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to talk to you like that...He doesn't let me continue. He sits closer to me and pulls me into his arms. His scent sends thousands of shivers through my body. I hug him tighter because it feels like I haven't done this in a long time, even though I'm aware I've been here.-You don't have to
I enjoyed having my family around me these days, but somehow I felt like I didn't have enough space. Every time something happened between me and Damon, someone would interrupt us. Plus, Damon's overly caring behavior didn't help at all. Sorry, caring isn't the right word, I don't know if there's a good word to define someone who keeps nagging me, "you can cut the apple yourself," "can you go downstairs?" It's been driving me crazy these days. Even the doctor said I'm fine and out of danger, yet he still exaggerates. And I know every woman would want that, but it's already too much. He wanted to install an elevator so I wouldn't have to go downstairs to the living room anymore. I feel my nerves getting on edge as I write more in my journal, so I decide to put it on the nightstand next to the bed. The phone starts ringing. I look around and finally find it. It was a number not saved in my contacts, so I answer.-Hello! Good day! Is Miss Elenor Rossi on the line?-Yes. Thi
From Elenor’s perspective:-Are you ready? Did you get everything? Sindy stands up from the couch to greet me, but when she sees I don't have any luggage in my hands, she looks at me, silently asking, "What's going on? -Well... Sindy, I changed my mind!-What? But you sounded so determined on the phone. Eli, did this man do something to you? -What could he possibly do? I startle as I hear Damon's voice, turning my whole body towards him.-You heard right, don't make me repeat it, she yells at Damon.-Sindy, it's not like that at all... -Eli, come with me! There's no question of you staying here anymore. You have me.-It's not your decision, miss! My beloved can make decisions without you imposing them. Plus, I won't let her leave this house without me. -She's my friend! -And my beloved," he says, wrapping his arm around my waist.-Sindy, everything is fine. We've sorted everything out. We had a discussion a few minutes ago and clarified everything. I was very nervous, and that's wh
In the second week since I returned to the company, the company owner promoted me to the position of CEO, but not because of my merits, but because I am the only one he trusts after Alberto moved to the competition. Well, I can also say it's because I brought in many investors to the company. Honestly, I don't know whether to complain about it or not, but what's certain is that I have fallen far behind. I have a lot of projects to analyze, and I have two important meetings to prepare for.-Miss Eleanor, I startle, looking at my assistant. "Excuse me, I knocked, but you didn't hear me.-It's okay, Veronica! Did something happen?-Mr. Black called, he said he wants you to call him urgently. I wanted to connect you through the landline, but you were on another call.-I'll call him as soon as I can! Any news about next week's meeting?-No. Nothing has changed yet, but knowing Mr. Smith, it will surely take place this week.-Oh, goodness, this man doesn't know how to announce thin
The images of the building where I worked for so many years burning down flash before me as Veronica runs with me, hand in hand, as far away from this place as possible. We turn left onto a side street, and Veronica stops to catch her breath.-What happened? Veronica's expression becomes impassive. She examines me as if to make sure I'm okay, then positions herself to my right.-Miss Eleanor! I watched the surveillance cameras and saw a suspicious man with a gun. I knew something was going to happen. So, I got you out of there to protect you. Mr. Black will tell you more!-How? How do you know Damon? And how did you have access to the company's surveillance cameras?-I'll wait with you until the car comes to pick you up. She turns as if on cue and scans the area without answering my question. Her attitude raises questions. Just half an hour ago, we were joking in the office, and now she treats me as if she doesn't know me. My thoughts are drowned out by the sound of the
From Damon’s perspective: After a few days since the incident, Eleanor still speaks hesitantly. Hesitant might be an overstatement. She only speaks when I address her, and I feel desperate. Why doesn't she yell at me? I want to hear that sinful mouth of hers nagging at me all day, and then I punish her as I know best.-Sir, dinner is ready! Would you like dinner to be served in the office?-No, Agatha. I'll come down. Please, inform Eleanor as well.-I've already been to Miss Eleanor, sir, but she asked me to bring dinner to her room.-That won't be necessary. Miss Eleanor will come down.-Understood. Does this little brat want to get on my nerves or what? I traverse the path to her room in a few seconds. If she wants us to play, then we'll play. I slam the door of our bedroom against the wall, and she startles, fixing her eyes on me.-Is this how it's going to be? she asks bewilderedly.-What do you mean?-Look, I understand that the recent event has affected you, but I don'
-So, little blonde, should I forgive you for not telling me about the blonde?-Well, Eli, I really wanted to tell you. But it happened a long time ago.-Tell me everything, I say nervously.-Well, two months ago, I met a guy on a dating app. He started to become insistent, so I turned him down. Then he left. And we didn't see each other again. Until one day he waited for me to leave work, and, she says hesitantly as if reliving everything that happened. He slapped me, then he tried to lift me, but then James showed up and beat him so badly that I don't think he looks the same anymore. Then I looked into his eyes and fell in love on the spot, then we spent a night together, she says smiling.-So, what about the date you mentioned?-Oh, that one, she says trying to seem embarrassed.-I went on a date with a guy because I wanted to make him jealous. Then he showed up at our table, hugged me, and ran away with me. I roll my eyes at her. What a little fox! I think the blonde will go cra