The Groom She Doesn’t Remember

Tiffany Wilson

Benjamin kept up a steady chatter along the way, telling me how the breakup wasn't a big deal and that I didn't have to take Rachel seriously.

He even started telling me that there were plenty of fish in the sea, and I could just find someone else now that it was over between us.

"Nicholas, you dated Rachel for three years, but that bitch pulled this stunt as soon as she lost her memory!" Benjamin hissed. "Let's find someone better than her today and piss her off!"

Then, he promptly dragged me to a nightclub.

"I've looked into this place. They have hired lots of pretty girls for their floor show, so you'd better seize the moment!"

His words left me equal parts amused and resigned.

However, I quickly found myself at a complete loss for words once I entered the establishment.

Putting everything else aside, just the sheer number of young models in there was overwhelming.

Even though my approach to women had always been to let things take their course, my heart still couldn't help but tremble with excitement as I sat in the club, listened to the pounding music around me, and watched the sexy young models dancing on stage now.

Just then, Benjamin stretched out his hand and pointed to the front. "See her? She's the most popular model here! You should invite her over for a drink!" he suggested.

I snorted. I was just about to turn him down when I heard a voice behind me, saying, "You're giving up on Nicholas just like that? He's the freaking scion of the Shaw family.

"Plus, your family's collaborating with the Shaw family. Are you seriously going to drop the project just for your romance?"

"I want Jordan. I'll do anything as long as Jordan is happy!"

"Are you really going to choose love over power? Rachel, you'll regret this one day!"

I instinctively turned around when I heard someone talking about Rachel. Sure enough, I saw a gaggle of people surrounding Rachel. There was a look of contempt on her face as she retorted, "Regret it? Ha! You guys are just jealous!"

Rachel, who was suffering from amnesia, rested one hand on her forehead. This was one of her ticks.

"Rachel, Nicholas is a great guy. Are you sure you're breaking up with him?"

I was stunned by the clear, cold voice.

I swiveled my head, and my gaze met with another's. My heart skipped a beat as I mused, 'Tiffany Wilson? What's she doing here?'

Benjamin leaned in and whispered, "Finally, a person with a functioning brain! Nicholas, you should introduce yourself to her! She's even hotter than all the models here."

I was taken aback as I blurted in confusion, "How do you know that? Did you sleep with her or something?"

I failed to control my volume in my shock, so my words naturally caught Tiffany's attention. Her lips curled into an enigmatic smile, which made me shudder.

Before I could say anything, Rachel ruined it all by screeching, "Nicholas, why are you here? You should stop playing hard to get! I promise you that it won't work!"

Before I could reply, Benjamin sprang to his feet and demanded, "Do you own this club?"

Rachel hesitated for a few seconds before answering, "No."

"In that case, why can't we be here? You're here, aren't you?"

Then, he waved his hand in front of his nose and said snidely, "Oh, wait. Let me rephrase that. Why is it that trash like you could be allowed in here when upstanding citizens like us aren't?"

Then, he turned to Tiffany. "Ms. Wilson, shouldn't you be more selective when it comes to your clients? You're going to ruin your club's reputation if you keep letting in customers like her!"

Tiffany merely smiled and replied professionally, "I will definitely take your complaints into consideration."

Benjamin smiled like the cat ate the canary, clearly pleased with himself as he arched a brow at Rachel.

Meanwhile, I was surprised as I hadn't expected that Tiffany was the owner of this fine establishment.

After Benjamin sat back down, I nodded at Tiffany in greeting before turning my attention elsewhere.

Rachel's face had turned livid with rage. "Tiffany, are you implying that you agree with them?"

"Anyone paying is a customer, so I naturally have to listen to their opinions. You may also provide your feedback, such as whether my male models are up to snuff or whether my female models are pleasing to your eyes."

I couldn't help but snort with laughter when I saw the revulsion on Rachel's face. I had never realized that Tiffany had quite the silvertongue.

Nevertheless, the words that escaped Tiffany's lips the very next moment nearly made me jump.

"Rachel, you still haven't answered my question. Are you really not going to make up with Nicholas? Are you breaking up with him for good?" Tiffany asked.

Rachel was so incensed that she yelled, "Yes! We're through! I don't love him!"

"Oh, that's good. In that case, I'll start pursuing him."

I stared at her in disbelief after hearing her bold declaration. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if I looked just like a deer in headlights when she turned to wink at me flirtatiously..