Page 41 of Please Remember

"He's an annoying man," she says and stands. "There were no cameras outside the building that saw me?"

"They were broken. Had been for a couple of weeks, I guess. The bank just didn't have it as a priority to replace them because there is almost no crime in this town. Your parents tried to sue them, by the way. Negligence."

"Oh? Did they win?"

I laugh. "No."

"Good," she says. "It was probably my mom. I can't believe she left a note on the door like we were best friends. Doesn't she realize I'm going to talk to people? I mean, Sage has told me how terrible of a relationship we have."

"I think she thought you might be suspicious of everyone and could weasel her way in."

"Joke’s on her," she says and cups my face. "I'm glad we talked."

"Me, too."

She presses her lips on mine, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tightly against me. My cock responds like it did before, but I need her to know there's no regret. No settling. It's beendifficult for us both, but as she slides her tongue into my mouth, I know we're finally moving to a better place.

"I don't mean this the way it sounds," she says as she pulls back, her fingers touching her lips, "but I think we should go to bed."

I smirk at her. "I have to take care of this before I can fall asleep," I say, gesturing to my groin before giving her a quick peck. "I'll only be a couple of minutes."

Her cheeks flush, and she nods before leaving the office. I walk over and shut the door before pulling up a video we'd taken of us during one of our experimental days. Even though the cops took my computer, they never got these videos. I made sure of it.

Opening one, I free myself and take matters into my own hands watching the two of us rather than just imagining it. Maybe, when she's ready, I'll show her these videos. Until then, they'll just be for me.

Chapter Seventeen

Laura

Enough time has passed since I last saw Jax that I feel comfortable approaching Allie. I haven't gotten a call from her, which makes me wonder if Jax even told her about our little tryst. Sure, he stopped it, but that doesn't change the fact that he was inside me three days after she came home. You know, thelove of his lifecomes home after seven years, and he enters his ex-fiancée days later. Totally normal and not at all a betrayal.

If he hasn’t told her, maybe he’s undecided about what to do. Maybe, just maybe, he’s thinking that he wishes he’d finished. Because we didn’t, he might be confused. Deep down, I know Jax loves me. He may not realize it, but he does. No one gets as intimate as we were without feeling something. Anything.

I wait down the street until I see Jax's pickup pull away from the house. He works for some tech security company, something I never fully understood when he'd talk about his day, but I know he's good with computers. You'd think, especially after what happened to Allie, he'd put up security cameras around his house as a secondaryprecaution. It helps fit the theories that he either knows Allie did this to herself, or he was in on it.

I don't want to believe he was in on it because it makes everything we had fake. Although, it would also explain a lot. But, no, there's no way he could have been involvedandsleeping with me. Plus, he'd never do that to Allie knowingly for years. A slip up is one thing, but a full-on two-year affair is more dedication than he's capable of to feed a ruse.

Pulling into the driveway, I put the car in park and hop out, waving at the cop to let him know this is a friendly visit. Just an old friend coming to catch up with the poor, abducted Allie who has no memory.

"If I can't get Jax to realize he really loves me, not her, then I'll work on making Allie not love him," I say to myself as I walk up to the front door and knock.

The door opens, and Allie stands before me. Her appearance makes me gasp, and for one moment, I think there's no way she could have done this to herself. She’s a stick figure compared to how she looked seven years ago. She was always attractive with the typical hourglass figure I envied. Big tits, although mine are bigger now, thin waist, and full hips. The type men like to grab onto while they're slamming into a woman. Hips I've never had and probably never will. How Jax wants this over me, I can’t figure out. She’s almost grotesque, in my opinion.

"Can I help you?" Allie asks, and there is no recognition in her eyes.

Holy shit, she really doesn't remember!It makes me want to vomit on her slippers that Jax hasn't even shown her a picture of me. I'm obviously not the one plastered in frames all along the house like Allie.

"Hi, Allie. I'm Laura Dawson. Still can't remember anything?" I ask with as much sweetness as I can muster.

Her expression shifts from curious to what looks like pity, and it angers me. She doesn't know what I look like, but she's the one in Jax's bed every night where I should be. "Um, Jax just left for work."

"I came to visit you, actually," I say. The smile plastered on my face starts to hurt my cheeks. "I wanted to stop by and see how you're adjusting."

"Oh, that's... really kind of you. Come on in," she says, moving aside to let me into the house. I finally get to take more than two steps into the damned place. Invited, anyway.

We walk into the kitchen, and I refuse to let my smile falter when I see a blonde sitting there. Sage. Of course, Jax wouldn't leave Allie alone all day. I should have expected this, and now my plan is ruined. It's pretty much a guarantee that anything I say will definitely get right back to Jax now.

"What areyoudoing here?" Sage asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

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