Chapter Nineteen

As we stepped inside the expansive building, William looked around.

“This is ours?” He asked as he looked over towards the stairs. I smiled and looked down at my feet.

“This is yours. I live… somewhere else.” The thought of my aunt stung. I didn’t know how I would ever go back to that place. I didn’t want to.

He looked at me for a moment before walking towards the steps. I followed behind him. He paused at the door on the next landing.

“This it?” he asked. I nodded. His eyes traveled up the next set of stairs. “What’s up there?” I couldn’t contain the blush that spread across my face.

“It’s under construction.” I lied, feeling the guilt wash over me. As much as I had enjoyed our time on the third floor, I still had no idea where William and I stood. I was in no hurry to bring back the guy who had broken my heart.

He ran his hand through his hair and stepped aside, waiting for me to unlock the door. I did, with the key he had made for me. I would have to remember to return it when he got his memory back. I pushed the door open so he could step inside. He looked around, taking it all in before stepping aside so I could enter.

“What do you think?” I asked, dropping my purse on the island. His eyes followed me as I opened the fridge for a drink.

“Want something?” I asked as I grabbed a soda. His eyes flicked to the island where he kept his extra bottles of liquor and back to me. My brows pulled together as I waited for him to tell me he remembered something.

“A soda would be fine.” He grinned. He looked so relaxed, so carefree. I didn’t want to go back to the fight before the accident. It was easier to lie to myself and pretend that this was the man wasn’t the one who had broken my heart. I wasn’t sure that was even possible.

I grabbed him a drink from the fridge and sat it on the island. He walked towards me and stopped, grabbing his drink.

“Thank you.” His half grin revealed a sexy dimple that made my whole body go warm.

“You’re welcome.”

He ran a hand through his hair and cracked open his drink. I rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.

“You seem to know your way around here.” He cocked his head to the side. My mind automatically wondered who else knew their way around his place.

“I’ve spent a lot of time here.” I bit my lip as I grabbed a few things from the fridge to make sandwiches. I laid everything on the counter in front of us and grabbed a few plates from the cupboard and a knife from the drawer.

He took another sip from his drink as he watched me begin to slice a tomato.

“You are doing that all wrong.” He rounded the counter and stood behind me with his body flush against my back. His arms came around me as he slid his hands over mine and guided the knife. His breath blew against my neck causing my skin to break out in goose bumps. I stiffened, not sure if I could handle having him so near. “There,” he whispered against my ear.

“I see you didn’t forget everything.” I laughed nervously. I was terrified to deal with all of the secrets and lies. He backed away.

“I guess some things just stay with you.” He smiled as he took a seat on the stool in front of me. My heart ached. I wasn’t one of those things. Maybe Allison was. As scared as I was to deal with our problems, it hurt that he could forget who I was. I wanted to lash out, but it would be pointless. I wiped at my check quickly and ducked my head, finishing our sandwiches. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time but I forced myself not to look at him. I would completely lose it if I had to stare into those damn blue eyes that were void of all memory of me. One thing I had noticed was his lack of… firmness against me. Was the gesture completely innocent? I snorted at using the word innocent to describe William. He looked at me as if I was completely crazy.

“Sorry. I just thought of something… funny.” I slid his plate in front of him and took a seat next to him. It was awkward being so close to him without the sexual tension that usually pulled us together. I picked at the roll of my sandwich as he took several large bites of his.

“Not hungry?” he asked as he shoved more food in his mouth. I shrugged as I watched him devour his food.

“You should really eat something.” He sounded concerned, not his normal bossy self. I picked up my sandwich and began to eat. He smiled at me and took his plate to the sink. I grinned to myself as I took a few more bites. This was going to take some getting used to. I didn’t know if I was capable of just being a friend to him.

My purse began to vibrate on the counter in front of me. I fished around inside and grabbed my phone. It wasn’t mine. I dropped it and dug further. I grabbed William’s phone and glanced at the screen. The caller I.D. read ‘A’. I glared at the phone and hit ignore, dropping it back into my back. I sighed as William turned around. I needed to get away from here as soon as I could.

“Finished?” He gestured towards my plate. I nodded and let him take it to the sink. I hated that I was so mad at him for lying and now I was the one lying to him. I should have handed him the phone. Let him see how he had hurt me. I didn’t. I was a coward.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he glanced over his shoulder at me.

“Just been a long week.” I sighed and let my shoulders sag. He rounded the island and put his hands on my shoulders. He began to rub small circles with his thumbs.

“I’m sorry I put you through all of this. I don’t know what I did to deserve your kindness.” He chuckled softly. “I really don’t.”

I laughed and let myself relax. Nothing. He didn’t deserve to have me here right now.

“Come on. Why don’t you show me around.”

I pushed back and stood glancing around the place. “Well, this is the kitchen and the living room.” I made sweeping gesture with my hands. I walked across the floor to the bathroom. “This is self-explanatory.” He was right behind me. I turned around and tried to duck passed him without rubbing against his chest. He smiled as I walked him to another door and pushed it open. “This is your bedroom.” I glanced down at the floor as he walked past me and looked around.

The room was still littered with my belongings. He walked to the foot of the bed and picked up a small scrap of yellow fabric.

I blushed and grabbed my torn panties from his hand, hiding them behind my back. A grin spread across his face and he laughed deep in his chest.

“I guess you know this room pretty well.”

“Who said they were mine?” I raised my eyebrow at him that only made him laugh harder.

“I sure hope they’re not mine,” he joked. I laughed and looked down at the floor. At least in this state he assumed he was a one-woman man. He ran his hands through his hair as he eyed the bed.

“I’m actually pretty tired.” He gripped his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. His chest was rock hard and I had the urge to cross the room and wrap my arms around him but I had to remind myself that things were not the same as they were a week ago. I was still hurting and William still had no idea who I was.

“I’ll let you get some rest.” I turned to leave but his hand caught my wrist, sending my pulse racing into overdrive.

“Stay,” he whispered. I turned slowly to face him. He seemed to take notice of my pulse and released my arm. My heart was broken and if it hadn’t been for the accident I would be miles away right now, cursing his name.

“I just want to sleep,” he reassured me. I bit my lip and his eyes narrowed. For a second I saw the old William. I quickly released it from my teeth as he undid his belt and slid his jeans down.

I slipped off my shoes and began to undo my pants, feeling suddenly shy. He turned to crawl into the bed, giving me some privacy. I opted to leave on my tank and underwear, not wanting to encourage him. I slipped under the covers behind him and turned away from his body. The bed shifted under his weight as he rolled over and wrapped his muscular arms around me. He snuggled his face into my neck and inhaled deeply. His hands never moved and after a few minutes, his breathing grew deeper. I knew he had finally fallen asleep. I need this, I told myself. I deserved a little comfort after what I had gone through recently. I sighed and let my eyes close, giving in to exhaustion.

Chapter Twenty

I awoke in a tangled mess of limbs. William held me firmly against his body. I wiggled to free myself from his grip, but that caused something inside of him to awaken and he ground his hips into my backside, letting out a deep moan in my ear. I tried to pry his hands from my waist but his grip tightened and one of his hands trailed to my hip, gripping it firmly. My breathing grew unsteady and I knew if I didn’t get free from him soon I wouldn’t have will power. Will Power I laughed to myself. If he was ever a  p**n  star that would suit him perfectly.

“William,” I whispered, but he didn’t respond. I reached over my shoulder and pushed against his chest. He squeezed tighter as his hips rubbed harder against me. “Stop it!” I struggled again to free my body and in a flash I was underneath him, my arms pinned above my head. William was struggling to catch his breath as he stared down at me. After a few deep breaths, he finally registered my look of anger and raised his body from mine.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he ran his hand through his messy hair. He backed his body off mine and collapsed beside me.

“It’s fine.” I sat up and quickly scanned the room for my jeans. I found them and began pulling them on as quickly as possible. He was sitting up as I buttoned them. What was I thinking? I really thought sleeping in the same bed with him wouldn’t end up this way?

“We don’t have a very… happy relationship I take it?” His eyes were on mine and I felt the increasing urge to flee. I couldn’t find the words to let him know exactly what I was feeling so, frustrated, I pulled my fingers through my knotted mess of hair and left the room.

I made my way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and rethink my plan to stay with him. He was fine now and outside of forgetting a few things, he seemed able to take care of himself. His hands rested on my shoulders and I jumped. I didn’t hear him come up behind me. He backed away at my reaction.

“I’m sorry.” He looked down at the ground before walking over to a cabinet and grabbing two coffee mugs. The only thing he seemed not to remember was me. My heart sank. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

I turned to fill our cups, careful not to stare at his naked chest as I poured. I found the sugar and dumped a healthy dose into my mug. I sat it down on the island and began to sip it slowly.

“Whatever I did to you… I’m sorry.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You don’t even remember what you’re apologizing for.”

His face grew serious as he pondered that. “I hope I never remember. I don’t want to be that person.” He took another long sip from his mug.

I felt like the worst person in the world making him suffer for something he didn’t know he did, but I didn’t know if I could forgive him. Memory loss or not, it was him who lied to me and… possibly cheated on me. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“You weren’t the person I thought you were.” All of the events of the past few days played through my head. I wanted to scream at him, to throw it in his face, but I just couldn’t. He had been through enough. Even so, I couldn’t forget that any of it happened.

“I need to go home today.” I tried to keep my tone cheery. He didn’t say anything.

“You won’t have a car. You can call me if you need anything.” I let my voice trail off. He sat his mug down with a strong thud and made his way back to his bedroom. He slammed the door loudly and I jumped, spilling my coffee.

“Shit!” I muttered as I grabbed the dishrag and cleaned the spill. I wanted to go after him. I was dying to wrap my arms around him and tell him I loved him. Instead, I threw the washcloth into the sink, grabbed my purse, and placed his phone on the counter. I looked around one last time before leaving the apartment.

Chapter Twenty-One

I was terrified to go back to my aunt’s house. I didn’t want to ever step foot inside of that place again, but I had nowhere else to go. I needed to take some time to deal with her death before figuring out what I want for the rest of my life.

The house was dark and quiet, which was not unusual, but now it felt so much emptier. I threw my purse on the table. I rummaged through the fridge for something hard to drink. I needed to forget.

I grabbed a bottle of cheap vodka from the shelf and a bottle of ice tea. I took several shots in quick succession before settling on the couch and finding an old rerun to watch. I glanced up at the pictures hung on the wall of Judy and my mother.

It wasn’t long before the warmth of the alcohol took over my body. I curled up in a ball and began to sob quietly until sleep took over my body.

My dream immediately went back to that moment in the cemetery.

I glanced over my shoulder looking for William. I find him in the arms of Allison. My heart cracks into a thousand jagged shards as he sweeps her into his embrace. I try to run for him, to scream his name but I can’t make a sound. I am forced to watch him locked in a loving embrace with this evil woman.

I sat straight up, sweat dampening my skin. I pushed my hair from my forehead, and tried desperately to steady my breathing. I stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, and grabbed the bottle of vodka from the fridge, taking a long pull from the bottle before coming up for air. I slumped into the chair at the kitchen table, bottle still in hand, as I gazed down the hallway.

I wanted someone, anyone to make me feel like I wasn’t completely alone in this world. I had no one. The man I had fallen in love with broke my heart and no longer remembered what we had in the first place. I was exhausted, emotionally as well as physically. I didn’t want to try anymore. Everything I touch broke. I let William into my heart and that had crumbled as well. I was cursed.