Torn Between Sisters

He's Mine Not Yours part 2

There is never a time or place for true love.
It happens accidentally, in a heart beat,in
A single flashing, throbbing
Moment.

Blake POV

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"This is how we could make a profit," Sofia droned on during the meeting. All she seemed to talk about was how I would lose money, and it wasn't helping my current situation at all.

"Sofia, this isn't helpful. All you're telling me is how I'll lose my money. Do I look like I want to lose money? You're fired. Meeting's over," I said coldly as I walked out. She had already cost me a million dollars; I wouldn't let it happen again. I strode out of the room and headed to my office.

"Sir, Landon is on the phone," my secretary Monique informed me. I nodded and stepped into my office.

"Landon, what do you have for me? Did you find anything I can work with?"

"Not really. All I've found so far is that she went off the grid for two years. She made no contact with her friends or family. She wasn't home, never went anywhere, and didn't use her credit cards."

"What you mean off the grid she must have been somewhere find out".

"I will do I'll send you her address".

I hang up where could she have been for 2 years something just don't add up I rub my temples I haven't slept for two nights since I met her, I was still trying to figure out why was she at the hospital and why she ran away when I woke up was she trying to kill me or something she didn't look the killing type but "always expect the unexpected". I think it's time to visit the hospital and find out everything I can.

I took up my eyes and lock my office door "Monique cancels all my meeting for today".

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I had already called Dr. Steward and scheduled a time to talk.

We shook hands. "Anthony, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm doing well. I've been getting little flashes, like I'm remembering something," I replied as I took a seat.

"Well, it's either you remember or you don't. When was the first time you noticed something?"

"Yesterday. I smelled someone's perfume, and when I looked into someone's eyes, it triggered something. What could this mean, Doc?" I was eager for answers.

"You can start remembering through scents, feelings, or even touch. If you want to jog your memory, try looking at photos or visiting places you were before the accident. It's not guaranteed, though." I felt a glimmer of hope; something had to work. I needed Monique to check where I had been before the accident.

"So, Doc, did anyone visit me besides my family?" He paused, deep in thought.

"Yes, there was a girl named Tiara. She's your fiancée now. She visited every day; we even had to call security to remove her sometimes." I wasn't surprised, but she wasn't the person I was asking about.

"Anyone else? Anyone you can remember?"

"Not that I can think of. Maybe one of the nurses saw her," he said.