After Memory Loss, I Have Fiancé (Business Empire Heir 2)

Esmeralda's POV

He closes the door after me when I enter his office before opening another door and walking inside. I follow him and notice that it's a bathroom; a very fancy one.

He gestures for me to sit on the closed toilet seat and I mechanically do so. He then opens a box on the counter and takes out something I can’t see before turning to face me making my heart go into overdrive.

He crouches in front of me making his eyes level with mine and he just stares into them for a while before dragging his eyes down to the wound. The blood there was already drying up.

He grabs my wrist to view my finger at a better angle and all my nerves start to tingle. He dabs the wool in something but I was just too distracted to look at the stuff. He then guides me up and makes me wash the blood off before making me sit back down and using the damp wool to clean the surface of the wound.

I bite my lower lip hard to prevent me from screaming because of the sting. I have zero pain tolerance. I feel his thumb rub across the pulse point on my wrist in a soothing manner and my breath catches.

I watch the back of his head as he concentrates on what he's doing. He finishes what he's doing but doesn't make a move to stand up or look at me.

He continues to rub my wrist with his thumb and I sigh already far gone.

Suddenly he looks up and catches me staring and I find it hard to look away but it seems like he didn't because he stood up immediately.

"There you go. Next time please get yourself properly treated before coming into office. I don't want anything to slow down my employee’s efficiency" he says packing the stuffs he took out back into the small box.

My mouth opens and closes like a fish.

Jerk. It’s not like I declared my love for you yesterday or anything.

But instead of saying that, I smile brightly and thank him before walking out. With shaky legs, I walk out of the bathroom into his office, I glance at the wall that the picture was hanging on yesterday but it’s empty. I finally make it to my little office outside of his and I dump myself on my chair.

I need to get my head on straight if I want to keep working here.

Evening rolls around soon enough and apart from forwarding calls to Mr. Stone’s office, I have no other contact with him throughout the day.

By three ‘O’ clock, he calls my desk to tell me to go home early so as to get ready for the gala tonight and I groan after dropping the phone because I still have no excuse for not wearing the dress but I pack up my bags nonetheless and head home.

Thankfully, Esther doesn’t give me any problem before starting up. On getting home and unlocking my front door, I scream in fright when I see Keesha sitting on my couch while munching on some popcorn as she watches a movie.

“Keesha” I exclaim exasperated.

“You should be used to this by now” She says without even turning to face me.

“I came by to help you get ready” She adds finally dropping the popcorn bowl and standing up to walk towards my room. I glare hard at her back before grudgingly following her.

‘Help you get ready’ in Keesha’s terms involves her sitting on my bed and watching me as I struggle to look presentable while munching on the popcorn she later went back to get from the sitting room.

“Why exactly are you here? You’re not doing anything but getting crumbs on my bed” I give her the stink eye when I catch her eyes through the mirror.

“I’m here to live vivaciously through you because I doubt I’ll ever get to wear a dress designed by Arianna Cade” She says wistfully.

“Tell you what? If you help me tame this wild mess I call my hair, I’ll let you borrow the dress anytime you want” I bait knowing that even if she doesn’t help with my hair, she can still wear the dress and she knows it too. I’ve got as much of her clothes in my closet as she does of mine.

She springs up from the bed in an instant and snatches up the straightener.

She ends up doing my make up too and the end result has me admiring myself continuously in the mirror. Although she straightened my hair, my hair was still a little bit curled but it looked longer. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why my face always looks different when Keesha does my make-up, and she also seems to like it when I do hers; says she likes my touch and all.

Finally, I slip on the dress and self-consciously tug on the back while Keesha gasps with eyes starry like that of a kid on Christmas morning.

“You look so gorgeous” She says looking so sincere that I shake off the self consciousness biting softly at me.

“Thank you” I reply smiling.

As I sit down to put on the laboutins I saved as hell for in celebration of my graduation, the door bell rings and Keesha springs to the front door to answer it.

A few minutes later, I walk out of my bedroom and see a strange man sitting on the couch.  He stands up immediately I step in and gestures politely to the door. I smile at him before waving bye to Keesha. On getting outside, I notice the limo and a childish grin appears on my face since I’ve never ridden in a limo before.

The man opens the door for me and I step in ready to let go of all the sophistication I don’t have and explore every inch of the limo. I however freeze when I see Mr. Stone sitting in the other corner.

“Thought it would be easier to go together” He says. “You look beautiful” He adds and my heart skips a beat.

“Thanks, you also look ummm…” I become tongue tied because I’m pretty sure I’m not allowed to call my boss hot which is exactly the way he looks.

His smirk makes a slow appearance and I look away not completing my sentence. His subtle and yet suffocating scent envelopes me and I find it hard to stop myself from shifting closer to him and getting more.

I’m rescued from the battle going on in my head though when the limo pulls up in front of the stone hall. The driver comes around and opens the door for us and Mr. Stone gets out first before extending his arm to me.

I grab it and he helps me out ever so gently that my heart skips again. For a moment, I’m almost blinded by the camera flashes but my brain short circuits when Mr. Stone places his palm on my back; my naked back! He urges me forward with it while his thumb rubs slow circles on my back and I almost trip on my own feet. 

Is he even aware of what he’s doing to me?

And why does his touch feel oddly comforting and familiar