Page 313 of Wrong Pucking Player

Why the hell would she forget me and remember everyone else?

“Wyatt.” Hands grip my shoulders, forcing me to raise my gaze until my eyes lock with Oscar’s. “Breathe.”

Breathe?

How can I breathe?

How do I fucking live knowing the woman I love doesn’t fucking remember me?

“There has to be a solution to this,” her father emphasizes. “Let me get the doctor. He can do another assessment on her while she’s asleep.”

Armani nods his way, but his focus is back on me the moment he leaves.

“Wyatt. Don’t panic.”

“She remembers you and not me,” I growl.How is that fucking fair?“I’ve known her… for so fucking long. Now… now her parents are saying she’s their little girl. She’s the girl I took a bullet for. The girl from Moscow that I was supposed to protect… and she doesn’t fucking remember me?”

I sound absolutely hysterical, my breaths even more uneven. To the point, Oscar is cursing and tugging me to follow him.

By the time we’re moving out the door into the stairwell, I really can’t breathe.

I can barely stand.

He leans me back against the side wall, his body pressing against mine before he kisses me without a second’s notice.

The touch ignites multiple things in me.

His affection reminds me I’m not in a situation where everyone doesn’t know who the fuck I am.

The movement of his lips proves I’m awake and not in a fucking nightmare.

The fact I kiss him back means I still crave a bit of his intimacy, but the way I bite his bottom lip makes him break the kiss.

Proving that I’m angry as fuck at him as well.

“Calm down,” he grunts and licks his lip that’s beginning to bleed. “You’re going to have a full-blown panic attack at this rate.”

“Calm down when Xandra… fucking Sofiya doesn’t remember me! She remembers her parents! Remembers you. Mikayla. I bet she remembers Caren and Leo. What happened? Why did she forget me?!”

“Maybe it has something to do with Fernandez,” he offers, but it makes me shake my head furiously.

“What did that fucker possibly do? Snap his fingers and say, ‘You’ll forget about my arch nemesis forever?’ You know that’s bullshit.”

“Wyatt.”

“HOW CAN SHE FORGET ME!” my scream echoes through the stairwell, making me realize I’m not only trembling with anger, but tears are running down my cheeks.“She… she’ll never remember me now. After everything we went through. After so much. So fucking much. Why… why when everything was perfect forty-eight hours ago and now it’s all fucked up.”

“Wyatt...”

“You saw her expression of utter disgust at the idea of dating us both. There’s no way of fixing this. She hates me. Doesn’t know me. Calling her Xandra made her so fucking mad, Oscar. Fuck…”

“We’ll work through this.”

“It won’t work,” I snap and shake my head. “Fuck. I should just leav—”

Oscar grips my shoulders and shakes me hard.

“STOP THIS SHIT,” he shouts, causing me to go completely still. “I get it! She doesn’t remember you right now. We don’t know why, or if this has something to do with Fernandez hitting her head or the injected substance. We don’t have answers right now, but we WILL get answers. We will figure this shit out, but if you throw in the fucking towel now, Cyrus Jr., I’m going to be so fucking mad!”

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