Faking Amnesia For A New Life

ra's

my amnesia act, but I hadn't

ask of polit

my tone perfectly even. "My doctors have been very clear abou

really need to step away for a moment. This

t stiff nod. "Conrad, if you'll

gh the thinning crowd. I could feel the heat of C

st a stealthy glanc

is dark, commanding figure standing out starkly

lliot," I

pace, leading me down a secluded

rs shut behind him, instantly

ic exit, wouldn't you say? Straight out of a movie. I half expected him t

love bit him on the ass, he wouldn't recognize it. A carria

always had a way

d always bucked family expectations, choosing archi

ll. Because of that, he understood my need for this fake engagem

ategic alliance, but it fel

oftened, "five years

nship if the love is mutual. One-side

against the soft fabric of Conrad's coat,

d the coat off. "Elliot, plea

k the coat

he window," I said, pointing to a

ared back through the double doors. I watched him go, the

voice sounded behind me

ning cold. I knew tha

owly, my heart ham

rfectly neutral tone. "I assumed you had l

ed. His hand shot out, wrappi

to you," he said

demanded, wrenching my

. "Tell me, have you really forgotten everyth

. I told you," I stammered, my voice barely above

Elliot, but conven

gether, finding that

el. Without waiting for a reply, he lunged forward a

cuiting my brain. His hands, resting on my shoulders, sl

ive. My head spun, a

love; it was

y, his breathing heavy and ragged. In the dim light, his eyes were wild and desperate.

whispered hoarsely. "There's no

amnesia? Or is it... selective amnesi