THE CEO AND ME!

"When...I woke up..I.I did not know this was your place. I...uhh.. thought it to be Josh's so I thought of escaping and when I saw a dark silhouette...I thought it was him and I...had nowhere to go so...I.. Ughhh."

"It's fine. it's fine..you do not have to say it next..."

Kian pulled her off, cupping her small face in between his manly hands, giving her warmth in there.

"I should have never left you.."

Kian said, looking into her blue eyes and he meant it. If only if he had not left, she would not have jumped off there.

"You should not have...never left me..."

Tinsley mumbled, nodding her head, brushing the strand of his black thick hair off from his forehead.

"I missed you...I have missed you all my life, Kian...please don't ghost on me ever again..."

She let herself bare before him and he could not draw himself off her. He slammed her weak body against his again.

"I will never let you go ever."

He asserted, rubbing her back soothingly. He felt a connection with her that was so known to him yet unknown.

"You promise??"

Tinsley questioned, near his ears and received her answers near her ears too.

"I promise."

That made her smile for the very first time in his embrace.

Everything felt so natural with her. He never reacted and behaved this way with anyone and with her, he felt so close to home...the one he forgot and had no memory of.

But with her near him, he could figure out the part of his life he had forgotten. Maybe she was the girl with the hazy figurine in his nightmares?? Who knew they might be related?? He might find something that Valeria was not telling him??

Furthermore, a reason to keep her near him.

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Tinsley was asleep than when he sat up and strode forward to get dressed back in his coat and head out to work.

It had been a few hours ever since the big revelations. He had come to know something very shocking pieces of information, the good old days, he had no memories of.

He ordered the chef to cook her favourites after she named it all out to him. It was a sight to behold her letting out her food fantasy to him.

There was a feel of uncertainty if she should really eat the food with a lot of carbs and he had no idea what to say next.

She told him how her life she had been dictated to what to do and what to do eat, how much of it, how to sit, how to stand up, what to dress and what to say, how to smile, how to walk...

It was a lot to take in, watching her let out everything to him. He could see the trust she had for him deep within her eyes.

Once she started, he could not stop her. She told him things, the moments what she asserted they shared together and he had no knowledge of them at all back in his head.

It was hard to believe if they were all true but with the tone, the light in her face, she was telling them, it all felt too true to be a lie.

A man he was of fewer words, and she had so many things to tell him. His patience was negligible to listen to others chatter all day but here he was listening to it all, and yet he was not bored.

"Will you not tie my hairs in a ponytail??"

She asked him in the middle of her meal, making him look at her with no idea.

"You used to do that so that my naughty hairs would not disturb me while I was eating."

She told him, smiling so gracefully making his heart melt at the sight.

And almost immediately, he found himself sitting up and standing behind her, removing his tie and tying it around her red hairs, making her laugh and so did he.

"I had no rubber band."

He said, coming back to sit in front of her.

"You did not have one either back at that time."

She mumbled, slurping the soup in. He could not help but notice her baby pink lips.

"Then how did I."

"You made some weird bands with the green grasses and climbers, flowers."

She answered his question even before he could complete it. It was a bit hard to believe that one.

Was he that corny to make a band out of grass, flowers and climbers just to tie her hairs??

"It's awful!!"

"What is awful??"

He inquired. She stopped drinking her soup to look at him.

"Awful how you don't remember any of it but I do....all of it."

She let out, looking down, sadness evident in her voice. And that was his worst fear, he did not want her to stop talking it felt alienated by his silence.

He wanted to know it all too. That was why she was here with him.

"I...I do remember.."

"Oh yeah??"

Tinsley raised one of her eyebrows, narrowing her gaze at him. He did not know what to say to make her believe that he did remember.

"I was kidding, silly!!"

She laughed it off, splashing a tinch of her soup on his white shirt making him shocked, taken aback a little bit composed himself when he heard what she said next.

"I..do not blame you for not remembering any of it. You grew yourself up and got busy with your life...I understand that..."

Tinsley parted her gaze from his and looked outside the opened window, the curtains flying to and fro.

"While my whole life had gone by thinking about you...about the times..the good old ones we shared....believe me, or not, Kian, those were the only moments I felt so alive and when you were gone, I felt dead..."

Listening to her made him feel so sad, remorse and sorrowful for her.

"But I feel so alive now with you here..."

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