The moment we returned to Jonah’s place and the door closed, he pinned me against it and kissed me deeply.
I tried to push him away, but he firmly held my hands in place. It wasn’t until I was almost out of breath that he finally pulled back and gently held me.
“Don’t push me away. I’m your boyfriend. Even if you have lost your memory for now, we’ll get close again, little by little.”
I looked up at him, stunned.
I came from a pretty average background, worlds apart from these trust fund babies. Jonah used to seem like he couldn’t stand me, so I did my best to stay out of his way.
However, ever since I “lost my memory”, he seemed to dislike me less. In fact, he had been surprisingly nice. Was he doing this just to get back at Eric for putting us together?
I fell asleep with these questions still swirling in my mind.
In the days that followed, Jonah and I maintained a polite but somewhat distant routine. Yet, every now and then, he would kiss me, and over time, I just got used to it.
It was the weekend of Lila’s birthday. Jonah took me along to the party.
To celebrate her birthday, Eric threw a lavish party for her on a yacht. The cake alone was taller than a person.
Overjoyed, Lila wrapped her arms around Eric’s neck and kissed him on the cheek before shyly pulling away.
Eric chuckled and ruffled her hair. However, when he turned his head and saw us, a flicker of panic flashed across his face. Just as quickly, though, he composed himself and greeted us as if nothing had happened.
Lila noticed us too, flashing a bright smile as she pulled me to her side.
