David

They left me alone as I think about the news. My world was just tilted again, and more things are popping into my head. Just before I left on my trip, I’d forgotten something at the office. When I went back in, she’d been digging through the trash I’d placed outside my office door. I asked her what happened, and she explained that she’d dropped her earring. I arched my brow and tried to help her find it. She didn’t see me notice her taking it off her ear.

I pretended to search, looking at the receipt I’d dumped earlier and tucking it into my pocket, before reaching for the earring. She thanked me profusely, making up some story that they were a gift from her grandmother or something. I nodded, then cleaned up the mess. I came back and stepped into my office to get a file I’d forgotten, then left to catch my flight. I called a PI friend of mine but had to leave a message. That’s all I could remember about her.

It infuriates me that she’s more than likely behind the near-fatal attack on my life. I wish I could remember more than that. Until I knew more about this, I couldn’t be sure Connie would be safe. Fuck, my brain shuts down before I can put more pieces together and I fall into a fitful sleep.

I wake to a knock at the door, then Connie walks in. “I’m off for the day,” she says, walking over to my bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here.” I grab her hand, running my thumb across the back of her hand. “Do you work tomorrow?” I ask, looking into her perfect blue eyes.

“I don’t, actually. Why?” I feel her tense up, but can’t be sure why. She’s closed off her expression. I continue rubbing her hand, hoping to ease her tension and get her to see me again.

“I want to see you.”

“I can come back in the morning,” she offers. I don’t want her to leave, but don’t have any recourse to keep her here either.

“You could stay.”

“I can’t.” She walks out, and I’ve had enough of laying in the damn bed. Shitty thoughts of another man gut check me, sending me on a mission to remember. I start pacing the room, then out in the hallway, several nurses and doctors stare at me, but don’t ask because the look on my face has to be enough. I’m determined to get back to normal. When my body starts tiring, I walk back to my room, crawl into bed, and am out completely.

~~~~~

Dreams haunt me throughout the night. I startle myself awake and recall so much more. I need to speak to the police. I recall what happened the day I was attacked. Within thirty minutes, both Connie and the detectives arrive. God, she looks perfect. I stare at her until one of the detectives coughed to get my attention. Oops. I suppose it would help if I told them what I remembered.

“Mr. Parker, can you tell us what you remember?”

“Yes, I landed at Midway and a large goon-looking guy picked me up. He had to be about six-seven, close to three-hundred pounds. I felt off about it but went ahead anyway. Then he didn’t take me to the hotel Molly booked for the trip, telling me my assistant had changed my hotel. When they all attacked me, I asked why. He said that money talks.”

“When you say they, how many are you referring to?” Detective Sanders asks.

“There were two other cars. One was blocking the alley exit when we arrived, and another pulled in behind us. I saw at least two more guys. I did what I could, but was no match.”

“Yes, well, we’ll get the footage from Midway and see who picked you up. I’ve already pulled some strings and got a warrant for your assistant’s bank records. She had to have known something was up since she never reported you missing and even lied to your clients.”

“What am I supposed to do in the meantime? Can I go back to Ohio or even access my bank accounts?”

“We just had a conference call with the bank. They sent over a copy of your picture and confirmed your identity. They also sent your records and our forensics team is going over it. One account has no activity since your attack, but your business account has had some which could be just general business charges, but we doubt it.”

“I was in the process of contacting a PI to investigate my finances and assistant. Something seemed to be off with her and the accounts. Several clients hadn’t received their settlement checks. I had to leave for the conference or I would have dealt with them personally.”

“Is there anything else you can remember?”

“Not that I can think of. Will I be able to access my personal account?”

“Yes, the bank will be sending a messenger here with a new card and code that you’ll have to change as soon as you get it.”

“Thanks. It would be nice to have some money.”

“Excuse me,” Detective Sanders says as his phone rings in his pocket. “This is Sanders…Okay…Yes, he woke up from a coma in Chicago…No…Don’t tell her…Yes, that’s what we believe. Two weeks? Hmm…He’s been missing for a month.”

“What’s going on?” I challenge. It’s clear he’s talking about me. He raises his finger, stalling my question.

“Yes, keep an eye on her. We’ll discuss the matter tomorrow.”  He hangs up and tucks the phone away.

“That was the Cincinnati PD. They flagged your bank account because your assistant reported you missing two weeks ago. So when the activity hit they were made aware of it and were directed to contact me.”

“Two weeks? He’s been here a month,” Connie complains. I squeeze her hand, giving her a smile of gratitude. She’s looking fiercely at the detectives, but I already know the answer.

“She didn’t report me missing until I missed my court case. I had one scheduled around two weeks after the trip.”

“That would make sense, but if she thought you were dead, why not sooner?”

“Maybe she learned they hadn’t finished the job. I don’t know what stopped them.”

“According to the person who found you, you crawled out to the edge of the alley and the cars sped off. It was dark and rainy, making it difficult to see them while they were helping you.”

“Wow, I need to thank them.”

“Maybe we can take care of that.”

“Okay, well, we need to speak with our boss so we can question your assistant.”

“Contact us if you need anything,” I say before they walk out the door.

I look at Connie and say, “This is a big mess. I’m sorry you’re involved in it.”

“You didn’t do anything. I’ve been stalking your room waiting for you to wake up. Hoping someone would come looking for you.”

“You hoped another woman would?”

“No, I hoped maybe your parents or a sibling.” She shrugs and I pull her onto my lap. She’s off the clock and it’s only fair that as my woman, she helps me recover. Connie tries to get up, but I settle her back on my lap. “David, someone could come in.”

“Yes, and you’re here as my visitor, my woman. You belong right where you are. Besides no one should without knocking. It’s not like I’m still in a coma. I could be changing.”

“Speaking of, Ms. Bennett’s man requested your size so he could bring you some clothes.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because she’s worried about you.”

“That’s sweet of her. I wish I could remember more. What if I’ll never be able to practice again?”

“I’m sure you still can. Granted it wouldn’t be anytime soon, but your memory is coming back. Can you remember any lawyer things?”

“Yes, but I’m sure the bar will want a full evaluation, retesting and the like, before I can practice. A brain injury resulting in a loss of memory is a big issue.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. I know you must have spent your life getting to where you’re at. I’m twenty-five and being a nurse took a lot, but nothing like becoming a lawyer. I hear so many people fail the exams.”

“Yes, it’s been a tough road, though I really can’t remember all of it yet. At thirty-four, if I had to start all over it would suck, but as long as I have you, I’ll deal with it.”

“Smooth talker.”

“I’m a lawyer, angel,” I whisper, kissing her neck.

“You are trouble. You know, you’re not getting out of here for a couple days, right?”

“Yes, but when I do, I plan to spend all our free time worshipping you,” I growl at the base of her ear, then suck her lobe between my teeth.

“Oh, David, you’re getting hard and that’s not good for you.”

“Angel, I’ve been hard for a week. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I moan, grabbing her waist and grinding her ass over my cock. She moans and works her hips.

“God, David, this is crazy. I work here.”

“I know, one more minute and you can get off.”

“One more and I will,” she cries. Her head leans on my shoulder, and I slip my hand over her mound, pressing my fingers against her pussy. Wanting more, I reach around and unbutton her pants, sliding my hand inside until I reach her curls, strumming my fingers along her slit. She bites her lip and rolls her hips into my hand. I’m going to come just from watching her. She ducks her head into my neck, her body shaking and her soft voice panting my name.

She squeezes my digits as she comes. I fingerfuck her core until she relaxes on me. Pulling them out, I suck off each finger, tasting her release. Her eyes darken with heated desire and her hand reaches below and grasps my cock through my pants. It’s all I need, I’m coming hard on her hand. I latch onto her shoulder, biting and groaning out my orgasm.

“David, shit, yes. That feels so good!”

“Hell yes, it does. And just wait until I’m inside you. I want to feel you under me while you scream my name.”

“Not for at least a week,” she tells me.

“I know, angel,” I grumble to myself as she climbs off me. I know we both need to get some space before I take her on the bed. My strength isn’t quite there and I’m not trying to get her fired. I smile as I see her saunter off to the bathroom with a slight blotch on her ass.