Kaylee's POV:

I was done with breakfast and I can say that I had an appetite like a bear when he wakes up from hibernation. My body cried out with sleep and food, even though I woke up less than an  two hours ago.

I wanted to rumage trough my things in the hope that some fragment of memory would come back to me. Wandering through my belongings in the closet, I realized that I looked like a kind of workaholic, given the number and types of business suits I had. They were all feminine and sophisticated. My jewelry was minimalist. 

I have already created an image of myself as a person with a work habit. What is my profession, because by the things I came across, I resembled a serious person?

Do I ever get loose? Was I like a robot and lived by a steady pattern?

Then I switched to the Noah part. Suits in predominantly dark colors lined up indefinitely. The shirts hung neatly on the offings, most of them were white or black.

As I ran my hand over the row and row of suits, forcing them to collide with each other and swaying on the bar, something fell out of one pocket.

I bent down slowly and picked up a picture from the floor. Wonderful! Because I didn't notice the pictures in the frames around the house. Were we both preoccupied with work that we didn't have time to ennoble our home?

I picked up the picture and turned it over. My eyes shone with some soft glow and I absorbed the invisible lines of the image with my finger.

He and I dance at our wedding. A picture was taken behind my back so my face is not visible. His hands low on my lower back and his pearly smile as he laughs with his eyes closed as he absorbs the scent of my hair. Blured lights in the distance.

He seemed happy as he held me in his arms. He kept this picture in his jacket. It probably means so much to him that he carried it with him. It means. . . that he cared a lot about me. . .

How hard it is for him that I can't remember him? US.

I took the picture and put it in the drawer of my nightstand. Then I went to bed to take a nap, as the headache began to take hold.

I woke up and felt refreshed. I threw my head deeper into the pillow, because I had a feeling of discomfort that I didn't know who I was. I seem to be a person with a lot of self-control as soon as I handle the whole situation so well. I listen to the doctor's instructions and hope for a speedy recovery.

Nervousness flared up even more when I touched the wound on the back of my head. Where did that wound come from, what actually happened? The answer I hope to get soon.

After a few minutes, Noah entered the room and carried orange juice and waffles on a tray.

"The sleeping beauty has finally woken up. I was hoping to find you awake. "

"What time is it, I must have slept a long time?"

'' 4pm. Freshen up a bit so we can go out for a walk, what do you think? "

"Sounds great."

He left the tray on the nightstand and left the room. I drank the juice and took two bites of the beautiful soft waffles and changed.

''I'm ready!''

I exclaimed loudly as I descended the stairs.

The ride was a little longer and I used that to find out some information, but Noah spoke up sooner

"I've thought a lot and I think it's best to tell you our story in form of a  story telling, so that you can easily understand everything from beginning to end, okay?"

''That would be great.''

He smiled at me and put his hand over mine. The car stopped and we found ourselves in front of an endless sandy beach blown by the wind. The sunset bathed the sand in bright tones and restless waves rushed to the shore.

He took my hand and we headed for the ocean. He took a blanket from the car and spread it out somewhere in the middle of the beach.

"I chose this place to start our story because this is where we got married."

I imagined what it might have looked like. Romantic, intimate. I liked that idea.

We sat on the blanket and both stared silently at the sunset.

"The only thing I want to ask you is to be open minded. To listen to what I have to tell you till the end. And then you can decide for yourself. "

'' Okay. . . ''

I said a little uncertainly because I didn't like the tone of that sentence. As if things between us weren't always fabulous and great.

"It all started when you were chosen to be our legal representative. . . ''

He started with his story. I learned that I was a respected lawyer and that he is the most successful CEO. How our paths crossed many times. . . and then his face darkened and I felt that I wouldn't like the other part so much.

'' You see, you're originally from Los Angeles. But you came to New York wanting to get away from your family. . . ''

"But why would I run away from them?"

I interrupted him, not realizing why I had animosity towards them.

"It's the complicated part. . . you come from a mafia family. ''

"Ah!"

I exclaimed as I closed my mouth in disbelief with both hands.

"Your brother committed a serious violation of the mafia code when he stole from me, and that's where our paths meet. . . ''

He looked at me with a pang of conscience in his eyes.

"You had to marry me to save your family, and on the other hand I agreed to save you, because otherwise all members of your family would be executed."

I couldn't speak from the shock.

"Am I the one who got you involved in the mafia business of my family?"

''No‚‚

Silence.

‚‚I am the person who is the embodiment of the mafia. I'm a mob boss. King of the underworld. A ruler from the shadows. Call me whatever you want. "

I swallowed the knot that had formed in my throat, got up nervously, and began to pace quickly toward the ocean. It was already dark and only the moon was shining on us.

Noah ran after me. I stopped and felt him standing behind my back.

"Did I even love you?"

I said looking at the ocean as tears slowly slid down my cheek.

"I think that before  our wedding there was a strong attraction between us, we affected eachother a lot."

Then he approached putting his hands on my shoulders. I shuddered a little at his gesture.

''And after? What was our life together? "

'' Later, we created some kind of solid bond between us. There was denial on your part, but in the end, what was between us became so strong that we surrendered to each other. We got to know each other better and. . . fell inlove. "

The last word came out of his mouth like a whisper.

I turned to him, and he gently wiped the tears from my face. He approached me uncertainly and wrapped me in a kiss as soft as the sand we trampled beneath us. We were alone, all over the beach. Just the moon, the ocean and us.

I felt it. The power of his last words. I didn't remember but I felt it.

"Then what happened to me?"

He told me the whole story after we sat down on the sand again. I was stunned.

"You saved me. . . if you hadn't come to your senses at that moment, I wouldn't be here to tell you this story. "

I felt his gaze on me, but I couldn't muster the strength to look at him. Suddenly the pictures passed before my eyes, and not at all pleasant. I had flashbacks. I had a headache. His story triggered an avalanche of memories in me.

I just stood up and told him in a helpless and thin voice.

"Take me home."