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"We'll be in touch… boss." I smile and pat his back.

"I hear Moscow is nice this time of the year," he says wistfully.

"You can always visit."

"I can… can't I…" We stand in silence for a moment before taking my first step into the plane, leaving Vlad behind.

"Thank you, Vlad. For everything."

53

ADRIAN

I wake up to a throbbing pain in my temple.

Again.

The doctor's assured me it's normal and it should go away soon. I'd gotten the gist of how I got shot, even though it all seems foreign to me when I try to remember it. Of course, the most unbelievable thing is that Jimenez is dead...

The man I'd been after my whole life is dead. And I'd helped do it. I'm still waiting for that sense of relief to come, but it doesn't.

My stay in the hospital has been rather lonely, if I can use that word. I'd had people from work come by and wish me a healthy recovery, but they'd been rather reserved, especially when they'd heard about my memory loss. But that's not why I've felt this aching emptiness...

Somehow, I can't stop thinking about that woman... The one who'd been there when I'd first woken up. It's been three days now, and she's all I can see when I close my eyes.

Her plump lips... The way she'd looked at me.

I have to wonder if we were involved before in some capacity. She seemed disappointed when I didn’t recognize her. Although…maybe my brain didn't recognize her, but my body sure did. I'd almost asked the doctor if being constantly hard was a side effect of my brain injury. Otherwise, I can't explain this. I just have to picture her face and...

I sigh.

It's happened again.

Making sure there's no one around, I slip my hand into my blue hospital pants and grab my cock, moving my hand from base to tip and picturing her pouty mouth. A groan escapes my lips as I increase my movements, focusing on that soft kiss she'd laid on my forehead.

I recall her breath on my skin... My own breathing picks up.

I swipe the moisture seeping from the head of my cock and use it as lubricant, imagining it's her mouth swallowing me whole. One pump...two pumps and I gasp, coming all over my stomach. My vision goes white as I ride the wave of pleasure.

Bianca...

Her name is Bianca.

Small snippets burst inside my head.

"Fuck!" I groan aloud, moving out of my bed and towards the bathroom.

I try to clean myself up. Recurring flashes of pain make me stumble, and I grab onto the sink to stabilize myself.

I take a deep breath.

Bianca...

More images appear.

Our wedding. Us at home, making love. Her betrayal. She lied to me...

Shocked, I back into the wall and collapse on the floor, gasping for air.

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