Chapter 111
Wynn sped over to Prince Edward and there he found Paris working the bar just as Michael told him, unaware that Michael was stalking him.
“Last rounds,” Paris called out, and started to wipe down the bar. Wynn left the bar and thought he will wait outside of the pup for Paris to get to the bottom of things.
An hour later Wynn watched as Paris locked up with a young woman with him.
“Paris got himself a pub?” Wynn asked himself out loud, confused. ‘Why would he do that? He is like filthy rich,’ Wynn wondered and watch the two of them make out before they continued on their way.
MONTHS AGO, WHEN PARIS SAVED A WOMAN AND GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD.
Paris woke up in hospital and saw a young woman sitting at his side, reading a book. Choking on his ventilator got the woman’s attention.
“You are awake!” she stated, clearly shocked. “I will go get the doctor,” she said and rushed out of the room.
It was clear that the doctor was as shocked as the woman that Paris woke up.
After removing the ventilator and offering Paris some water, the doctor expressed his surprise.
“We did not expect you to ever wake up again,” the doctor explained and told him that he saved the woman’s life.
Paris looked over at her and then back at the doctor.
“I am going to do a few tests by asking you some questions,” the doctor started.
After a few questions, it was clear that Paris had no clue who he was.
Because Paris’s body was still in a state of changing from nightwalker to day walker with his new hunter’s heart, he didn’t realize just how vulnerable he was, not that it mattered now since he didn’t know who he was.
“I will leave the two of you and alert the authorities that you have woken up,” the doctor said, and took his leave.
“Thank you for saving me,” the woman said. “I am Jenna. You saved me last week while I was busy locking up my pub and got attacked by a few rowdy men that felt the night was still young.”
“Have family come looking for me?” Paris asked, having a sense that he belonged.
“You have only been here a week, but no one came for you, and you didn’t have any identification on you either,” she explained. “I have been here every day and not a single person came to visit.”
“I see,” Paris said and sat up. He touched his head where the bullet hit him and rubbed his fingers over the bandage plaster.
Later that day, the police showed up and asked a few questions that Paris was not able to answer since he had no memory.
After a few more days in the hospital, Paris checked himself out.
“But where will you go if you don’t know who you are?” the doctor asked, insisting that he stay.
“Good morning,” Jenna said, walking into the hospital room and noting that Paris was dressed in the same clothes he had arrived in the night of the incident.
“He checked himself out,” the doctor explained, clearly not happy about it.
“Where will you stay? Do you remember who you are? Did someone come for you?” Jenna asked.
“No,” Paris said.
“You can come and stay with me if you like,” Jenna offered, already smitten with him. How could she not be? He is just the most beautiful guy she has ever seen. His dark hair made his strange silver-gold eyes with a blueish shine pop.
“I will find my own way,” Paris said and took the clipboard from the doctor to sign and paused for a moment, not sure what to write.
“You don’t even remember your own name,” Jenna said and took the clipboard room with him and signed. “I will help find your loved ones,” Jenna said, desperate to have him in her life.
Feeling he didn’t have much of a choice, Paris agreed.
Arriving at her apartment, Jenna was glad that Paris was out of the hospital and staying with her. ‘Now I can let my casual staff go,’ she thought gladly as her little pub only made enough to support her and didn’t really allow for extra hands.
“This is you,” Jenna said, showing Paris the guest room of her two-bedroom apartment that was in the flat block above her little pub.
“Thank you,” Paris said and walked into the room that looked like it could do with a makeover.
“I will bring you some bedsheets,” Jenna said, looking at the bed, which didn’t have any sheets on.
Jenna was quick to return with the bed sheets and she got butterflies when her hands brushed over Paris' when she handed him the bedsheets. Paris picked up on her uneasiness and mistook it for her feeling uncomfortable with a stranger in her home.
“I should leave. You clearly feel extremely uncomfortable with a stranger in your home,” Paris said and pushed the bedsheets back into her hands.
“Not at all,” Jenna blushed.
“What is it then?” Paris questioned with a frown on his face.
Jenna walked over to the closet in the room and opened the door to reveal the mirror on the inside.
“You clearly don’t know how handsome you are,” Jenna smiled, red in the face making Paris chuckle.
Jenna made her way out of the room. “The bathroom is right across your room and obviously you know where the kitchen is,” she said, since you have to walk through the kitchen to get into the apartment.
“Thank you,” Paris smiled.
“Did you have breakfast?” Jenna asked.
“Not yet,” Paris said and dropped the bedsheets on the mattress.
“I will go make you some,” Jenna offered and was about to rush off to the kitchen when Paris stopped her.
“You don’t have to serve me,” Paris said and followed her.
“You have memory loss, so do you even know how to take care of yourself?” Jenna asked.
“Let’s find out,” Paris said as they walked into the kitchen.
“Eggs and bacon or cereal?” Jenna asked.
“Cereal will do.” Paris chose the easy option, making Jenna smile.
After breakfast, Paris rinsed the bowl he used.
“I am off to work,” Jenna said, looking at her wall clock.
“You said you own a pub? I would like to go with you. Maybe going back to the scene will jolt my memory,” Paris said.
“Sure,” Jenna said and grabbed her handbag. “My pub is on the ground floor of this building.”
“That is convenient,” Paris remarked.
“It is,” Jenna smiled and locked up her apartment.
“If you got attacked outside your pub, is it really such a safe area?” Paris wondered as they walked into the elevator.
“It is not that the area is bad. The visitors are sometimes bad,” Jenna said and reached for the button to select the ground floor.
They got to the outside of the pub where Jenna’s casual staff member, who helped her out occasionally, was already busy unlocking the doors.
“Good morning. I didn’t know you will be stopping by,” Conrad greeted, looking from Jenna to Paris, recognising him from the photo Jenna has showed him.
“Conrad,” he said and held his hand out to Paris.
Paris shook his hand but didn’t remember his name. ‘How do I remember to do things, but I don’t remember my name or who I am?’ he wondered.
“The hospital called you John Doe,” Jenna said.
“John it is,” Paris chuckled and let go of Conrad’s hand.
“I take it my time has come to an end?” Conrad asked, looking at Jenna.
“Unfortunately,” Jenna agreed. “But you can finish the week as I am sure you have budget for it.”
“Thank you, you are an angel,” Conrad said and walked into the pub.
“Will be right with you,” Jenna said and turned to Paris. “The argument started here, but the men dragged me over here,” she explained and took a few steps before turning into a side street.
“You were standing here when you got shot,” Jenna said, standing in the position that Paris was standing that night, studying his face for any sign of him remembering anything.
