Julian sat in his penthouse and took a swipe of his drink.
It had been a week since the runway show.
Yes, he was angry. He had messed up. Although it wasn't really his fault. He should have fought to remember sooner. And now she was pregnant for that fiance of hers.
Although he could only remember flashes. He knew now how much he truly loved her.
He remembered how her skin felt under his arms. Her beautiful porcelain, perfect and flawless skin. The thought of Mark, going anywhere near her made his skin crawl.
He slammed the drink on the table.
She was his, but with her carrying Mark's child, everything had suddenly become complicated.
Just then Ethan entered, looked at him and grinned.
"Hey man, what's eating you up?"
"Nothing," he said dryly.
"Well I have the most perfect day planned for Emily and I. I have booked out an entire mountain top restaurant and it's going to be amazing... Am gonna need a favor though. Can I borrow the company helicopter?"
"Fine," I murmured.
