Tempted by Fate (The Fate Trilogy Book Two) by Sherilyn Gray Read Free Book Online Page B

then major
changes started to happen in my company after my father died, and I was away
from home with work constantly. I came home one day after a two week conference
in Alaska only to find her in tears. She had two suitcases in tow and told me
that she was fed up with me, that she had met someone else and was leaving me.
I hadn’t seen her until that night in Paris.”
     
    It explained why he was so agitated when he
saw Evelyn. But something still gnawed at me. “So am I just the latest in a
succession of pretty young things since Evelyn? For you to take out frustration
on when a memory of her creeps up?” Tears formed in my eyes as I said the words
that had been stuck in my throat since that night in the elevator.
     
    Victor said nothing for a moment. He brushed
a lock of hair away from my face and kissed my head. “No. You’re more than
that.” He paused to punch the intercom button. “Oscar,” he called, “take us
home please.”
     
    The moment was gone. “Certainly, sir,” Oscar
said.
     
    After a moment of silence, Victor spoke
again. “I know you’re upset at the way I pulled you away from Pedro, and I feel
like I should explain. The contract you signed stated that you would be under
my protection. I cannot fail at that duty, and having you out of my sight with
no way to contact you—or have you contact me—made me realize that was a
possibility.” He reached into his inner coat pocket and took out a small phone
not unlike his own. “I should’ve given this to you earlier. My phone number is
already programmed in it. If I’m not around and you’re lost or need my help,
I’m just a phone call away.” He placed the device in my hands.
     
    I looked down at the small contraption .
Are you afraid of losing me, too? The thought brought a smile to my lips.
“So you weren’t jealous?” I asked, in what I hoped was a teasing voice.
     
    He pulled my chin back so I was looking up at
him and kissed me probingly on my mouth. “Me, jealous?” he said lightly. “Of
course not.”
     
    Yeah, right . Still, there was no sense in continuing on that topic.
“I’m happy where I am,” I told him, nestling under one of his arms. “I enjoy
being with you.”
     
    “I’m happy with you here too, Dove.” He held
me close to his chest in silence until we got the mansion.

    At dinner that evening Victor seemed more or
less his old self. He sat at the end of the large, wooden dining room table as
I sat next to him on the adjacent corner. We were eating a meal Betty had
prepared that consisted of succulent grilled chicken topped with freshly picked
strawberries from Victor’s garden topped with a sort of balsamic syrup. The
presentation rivaled that of a fancy restaurant, and I admired the showmanship
for a moment before taking my first bite.
     
    “I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you,”
Victor suddenly said.
     
    I swallowed a piece of chicken. “A doctor’s
appointment?”
     
    He raised his hand. “Yes. I’ve been searching
around for good doctors who might be able to help you with your memory loss. I
found a specialist who comes highly recommended at a hospital in the city.”
     
    I let the words sink in for a moment.  A
doctor who can help me regain my memories? Did I even want to know what went on
in my life before I found myself disoriented and without a home? I always
considered that something horrific had happened, that perhaps I was the
one who did something horrific, and that I had blocked it all out of my memory
on purpose.
     
    Did I really want to face whatever it was
that lay dormant inside me?
     

Chapter Six
     
    The doctor’s visit ended up being
anti-climactic. Dr. Mark was nice, and he asked me some basic questions about
my memory loss, showing particular interest in my memory of art history just as
Victor had. After an MRI and some blood work, he sent me on my way and told me
he would call when the results had been analyzed. The whole thing took less
than an hour and