and gently kissed it. “Don’t be. I know this is hard on you to not remember anything.”
“Can you tell me about…us?”
He smiled. “What do you want to know?”
“So much.” I felt like laughing and crying at how strange this felt, to have to ask my fiancé to tell me about everything he could about our relationship. “Let’s start at the beginning. How did we meet?”
“We met at work.”
“Where do we work?”
“Brady Global, Inc.”
I looked at him with wide-eyes. “ Brady Global? You own the company?”
He grinned and nodded. “I’m the CEO of Brady Global. We hired you on as the V.P. of Marketing about a year and a half ago.”
I stared at him in surprise. “When did we start dating?”
He thought about it. “So you were in the coma for about four months, we were engaged for about a month before that, and we’d been dating for about eight months before that…so we started dating a little over a year ago.”
“So I was sleeping with my boss?” I looked at him, searching for answers.
“Well I prefer to be called your fiancé,” he teased. “But yes, I guess you can say you were sleeping with your boss.” He flashed me a warm, inviting smile.
I frowned.
“What’s wrong?” His expression immediately changed when he noticed my disappointment.
I faked a smile. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”
He smiled back and I saw his body relax.
For the rest of the ride to the house, we drove in silence. I closed my eyes, pretending to have fallen asleep so that Connor wouldn’t try to talk to me. I felt tired and unsure of this life that I couldn’t remember. I had lied to Connor just now. I wasn’t fine. Something was wrong. Finding out that I was sleeping with my boss made me wonder what kind of person I was before I lost my memories. What kind of person slept with their boss after a few months at a new job? But I had decided not to voice out my concern to Connor. I wasn’t sure how he would respond to it. He fell in love with the woman that I was now questioning.
“Liv?” Connor’s soft voice interrupted my thoughts. “We’re home.”
I opened my eyes and saw Connor standing over my opened passenger door, I looked around and noticed that we had pulled up in front of a building along a small pristine street lined with beautifully-aged brownstone houses.
“Where are we?”
“We’re in the Rittenhouse Square neighborhood in Philly.”
“This is where we live?”
“Yup.” Connor held out his hand and I reached for it. When he pulled me out of the car, I gasped at what my eyes saw. We were parked in front of a gorgeous three-story beaux arts mansion with an antique limestone façade.
“We have a unit in this building?” I stared at the massive structure in front of me and noticed a doorman at the front door waiting for our arrival.
“No,” he laughed.
“Oh.” I frowned and felt a wave of disappointment and embarrassment for thinking that we could actually live here.
“The entire place is ours,” he corrected.
I turned and looked at him in disbelief. I may not have my personal memories, but I did know a few things. I knew the Rittenhouse Square area of Philly was one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Philly, and this mansion was easily worth over $10 million. “The entire place?”
He nodded and beamed at me. “Now come on. Let’s get you inside.”
As we walked toward the front door, the doorman’s eyes lit up as he greeted me. “Good afternoon, Ms. Stuart. It’s so good to see you home.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at him and couldn’t believe he knew my name.
“I’m Jim, the butler of the house. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Oh. Thanks.” I fidgeted uncomfortably.
“Thanks, Jim. And if you could have Bill drive the Aston to the garage, that’d be great.”
I stared at Connor in disbelief. “Bill?”
“Oh yes, Bill’s my personal assistant.”
“Right. Of course.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.
“Can you tell me about…us?”
He smiled. “What do you want to know?”
“So much.” I felt like laughing and crying at how strange this felt, to have to ask my fiancé to tell me about everything he could about our relationship. “Let’s start at the beginning. How did we meet?”
“We met at work.”
“Where do we work?”
“Brady Global, Inc.”
I looked at him with wide-eyes. “ Brady Global? You own the company?”
He grinned and nodded. “I’m the CEO of Brady Global. We hired you on as the V.P. of Marketing about a year and a half ago.”
I stared at him in surprise. “When did we start dating?”
He thought about it. “So you were in the coma for about four months, we were engaged for about a month before that, and we’d been dating for about eight months before that…so we started dating a little over a year ago.”
“So I was sleeping with my boss?” I looked at him, searching for answers.
“Well I prefer to be called your fiancé,” he teased. “But yes, I guess you can say you were sleeping with your boss.” He flashed me a warm, inviting smile.
I frowned.
“What’s wrong?” His expression immediately changed when he noticed my disappointment.
I faked a smile. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.”
He smiled back and I saw his body relax.
For the rest of the ride to the house, we drove in silence. I closed my eyes, pretending to have fallen asleep so that Connor wouldn’t try to talk to me. I felt tired and unsure of this life that I couldn’t remember. I had lied to Connor just now. I wasn’t fine. Something was wrong. Finding out that I was sleeping with my boss made me wonder what kind of person I was before I lost my memories. What kind of person slept with their boss after a few months at a new job? But I had decided not to voice out my concern to Connor. I wasn’t sure how he would respond to it. He fell in love with the woman that I was now questioning.
“Liv?” Connor’s soft voice interrupted my thoughts. “We’re home.”
I opened my eyes and saw Connor standing over my opened passenger door, I looked around and noticed that we had pulled up in front of a building along a small pristine street lined with beautifully-aged brownstone houses.
“Where are we?”
“We’re in the Rittenhouse Square neighborhood in Philly.”
“This is where we live?”
“Yup.” Connor held out his hand and I reached for it. When he pulled me out of the car, I gasped at what my eyes saw. We were parked in front of a gorgeous three-story beaux arts mansion with an antique limestone façade.
“We have a unit in this building?” I stared at the massive structure in front of me and noticed a doorman at the front door waiting for our arrival.
“No,” he laughed.
“Oh.” I frowned and felt a wave of disappointment and embarrassment for thinking that we could actually live here.
“The entire place is ours,” he corrected.
I turned and looked at him in disbelief. I may not have my personal memories, but I did know a few things. I knew the Rittenhouse Square area of Philly was one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Philly, and this mansion was easily worth over $10 million. “The entire place?”
He nodded and beamed at me. “Now come on. Let’s get you inside.”
As we walked toward the front door, the doorman’s eyes lit up as he greeted me. “Good afternoon, Ms. Stuart. It’s so good to see you home.”
“Thanks.” I smiled at him and couldn’t believe he knew my name.
“I’m Jim, the butler of the house. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Oh. Thanks.” I fidgeted uncomfortably.
“Thanks, Jim. And if you could have Bill drive the Aston to the garage, that’d be great.”
I stared at Connor in disbelief. “Bill?”
“Oh yes, Bill’s my personal assistant.”
“Right. Of course.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.
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