Chapter 113
“Paris,” Katelina answered before Michael could.
“He looks like a ‘Paris’,” Jenna said, looking over to where Paris was standing.
“He sure does,” Katelina added, making Michael give her a warning look.
Paris opened a beer for Jenna and walked over to the side of the bar where she was talking with their returned customer.
Paris reached between Katelina and Michael to hand Jenna her beer, making both of them part away from his hand. Paris looked at them, thinking they were behaving strangely.
“Thank you,” Jenna said. “These two know you. You are in varsity with them,” Jenna said.
“Really?” Paris asked, excited to get more info.
“Your name is Paris,” Jenna smiled.
“Paris?” he questioned, looking at the two of them. “That is going to take some time to get used to.”
“It suits you. It is better than John,” Jenna chuckled.
“How did you end up with the name John?” Michael chuckled.
“John Doe. Memory loss after a gunshot to the temple.” Paris turned his head to show them the scar.
“I didn’t know people can survive a gunshot to the head,” Katelina said, taking a closer look but staying clear of touching Paris.
“40% of surviving, actually. I was as much surprised as you are right now, but after researching a bit it kind of took me from, ‘he is some sort of super being too lucky,’” Jenna laughed, making Paris stick out his tongue at her.
“What varsity is this? They should have all his details. That way we can get more info on his family,” Jenna asked.
“Hudson University,” Katelina answered.
“Cool. I will take you tomorrow morning before opening the pub,” Jenna told Paris. “Call it,” Jenna said, before turning to tend to a few customers away from the bar.
“Last round,” Paris shouted.
“We will leave it to you. See you around,” Michael said, and stood up.
“What is my last name?” Paris called after them.
“Don’t know,” Michael chuckled and pulled Katelina along.
While locking up the pub, Jenna could not help but wonder how old Paris was since he was still in varsity.
“How old do you think you are?” Jenna asked who was young herself. She decided to skip the whole going to varsity since there was never enough money to get by in the first place and when her father passed, she decided to just continue with the pub.
“Hopefully old enough to marry you,” Paris said, taking Jenna off guard when he wrapped his arms around her and landed a kiss on her lips for the first time.
Jenna was surprised, but at the same time over the moon.
“I don’t care who I am. I want to be with you,” Paris said, smiling at her.
“Fine by me,” Jenna responded with a smile.
That night they made love for the first time and while making love to Jenna, Paris had the strange feeling of messing around, someone nagging in the back of his head. Every night since getting out of the hospital he has been dreaming of a dark head girl with hazel-green eyes but never told Jenna about her.
After making love to Jenna with her still in her arms, in her room, he thought about the girl in his dreams. ‘Will I see her tomorrow at the university?’ Paris thought to himself. ‘I will break up with her. I love Jenna,’ he tried to convince himself, not sure if he was in love with her or the idea of her and how she made him feel, safe, loved, and wanted.
Paris what up after just one hour of sleep, like every other night. The dark head girl with hazel-green eyes filled his dreams, like usual. Paris slipped out from underneath Jenna that was fast asleep on his chest.
Paris left Jenna’s room and went to the small living room that served as a tv room and dining room. He opened Jenna’s laptop and search Hudson University, wondering if they will have a list of students there online. After finding no info on students that go to the university, he got sidetracked and search for any missing person’s reports with the first name Paris, but again, found nothing.
Jenna woke up early morning and looked over to the side where Paris was sleeping and felt half sad when she found it empty. ‘Did he change his mind about us?’ she wondered and got out of bed just as Paris walked into her room again with a breakfast tray and coffee.
“Good morning,” Paris greeted. “I was hoping to give you breakfast in bed.”
“I will get back into bed,” Jenna chuckled happily and got back into bed.
“Thank you,” she said when Paris placed the breakfast tray on her lap, followed by a kiss on her forehead.
“If I knew I will be getting breakfast in bed, I would have hooked up long ago,” Jenna chuckled.
“Is that so?” Paris laughed and sat across from her, looking at her.
“Don’t look at me. I am a mess,” Jenna laughed, putting her one hand in front of her face.
“You are beautiful to me no matter what time of the day,” Paris said and pulled her hand away from her face, making her blush.
“Now eat up. I am excited to find out who I am,” Paris said and stood up, leaving her to her breakfast.
Jenna got lost in thought, wondering if there will be a girlfriend at university waiting for him. ‘Surely not after so many weeks?’ she thought, trying to convince herself.
After breakfast, she got ready and, unlike every other day, she spent a little more time on herself.
“You look pretty,” Paris complimented her, already waiting for her in the living room, eager to leave.
“Thank you, but I look like this every day,” Jenna lied and blushed.
“Liar,” Paris said, standing up from where he was sitting on her sofa that had a hole in the one side where her father always used to sit as it was his favorite side of the sofa. Paris embraced her, smiling down at her. “You look pretty every day and don’t have to change a thing about yourself.”
“Let’s go,’ Jenna chuckled, desperate to hide her blushing face from him.
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“Good morning. I am Paris and I was a student here a few weeks ago,” Paris introduced himself to the receptionist at the university.
“A few weeks ago? More like a couple of months,” she chuckled. “What can I do for you, Mr. Leroy? Enrolling again?”
“No. I got shot a few weeks ago and survived but have memory loss. It was only last night that students that go here recognized me. I am hoping to get info on myself?” Paris asked.
‘Jenna Leroy,’ Jenna thought, already making wedding plans.
“As I said, you dropped out already months ago. Not just absent, but actually told me to my face that you are dropping out and that I should stop calling you to come and see the counselor. First, you took night classes, and then you stayed away for a very long time. When you showed up again, you changed to day classes, but then a day later you dropped out again,” she explained in detail.
“Did I say why?” Paris questioned, realizing he dropped out long before the shooting incident.
“Nope,” she said and printed something from her computer. She walked over to the printer. “Here is a copy of your file,” she said and handed him a single page.
“Thank you, I guess,” Paris said and left with Jenna.
“I wonder why you dropped out. Let’s talk to a few students,” Jenna said and peeked at the piece of paper to see what it was that he was studying. “Let’s talk to a few students that are studying business. Maybe someone knows why you dropped out,” Jenna suggested.
