Don't Forget About Me: A Second Chance Amnesia Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “It’s just something you said about Pastor Nichols… That he’s jealous?” She lets out an uncomfortable laugh. “It just sounds ridiculous. I mean, he’s my pastor. He would never…” She starting to spiral a little and I can tell I’ve hit a chord.

  “I didn’t mean to freak you out so much. It was just a thought, okay?” Maybe a thought that holds water. I never met the guy, but the way she’s starting to analyze it makes me think that there are some indicators that support the idea. But now is not the time to go into it. So, instead I suggest a shower.

  “Do you want to go first?” I smile at her naiveté.

  “I was thinking we could take it at the same time.” We head over to the bathroom where I make good on my promise to fuck her until she can no longer form coherent sentences.

  ADRIEL

  Last night was incredible. It threw any doubts from my mind about whether or not I wanted to be with Clive. Now I know it’s what I want and I’m not going to feel guilty about it any longer. We’re both wearing a white t-shirt and boxers belonging to Clive. His clothes envelope me and make me feel warm inside.

  I wake up, curled against Clive and it feels great. He has a morning erection and I grind my butt along it in an attempt to wake him up. I hear him sleepily ask me what I’m doing and then he grabs my hips and stops me.

  “I could wake up like this every morning,” he whispers into my ear. He pushes my shoulder down, so I’m on my back and he gets on top of me. He pushes the hem of the shirt up and pulls my underwear down. I wrap a leg around his him and push his pelvis into mine. “Wait, I need to get a condom.” Clive rolls off of me and sheathes himself. He’s back on top and adjusting his himself before penetrating me. He rests his forehead against mine and says, “I could definitely wake up like this every morning.” And then he pushes himself inside me. But he goes in slowly. He keeps a steady, but slow pace, making love to me. It feels amazing. Every ridge on his shaft is rubbing against the walls of my vagina.

  “Oh, Clive.” I put both hands on his shoulders and dig my nails into his back. This is different from the other times, but it feels just as good. My stomach tightens gradually, my climax approaching at an unhurried pace. Clive kisses the crook of my neck, once again placing tiny bites as well. “I’m almost there, Clive.” After letting him know I’m getting there, he thrusts into me with more vigor, grunting with the exertion. I drag my nails down his back.

  “Come for me Adriel. Come for me one more time.” And I do. It’s not hard and fast like before, but slow, almost to the point of being excruciating. I feel Clive finish inside me and then he lays down, putting his weight on me. He rolls us both over, so I’m on top once more. I could spend the rest of the day like this, but I know I have some things to take care of. A lot was said last night and if I want to move forward with our relationship I need to start being truthful. I sit up so I’m straddling Clive and tell him,

  “I should probably get home…” He brings himself up on his elbows and I can tell he thinks I’m running away again. “I’ll be back, I just need to tell my parents and my pastor the truth. I don’t want to hide anymore.” He relaxes and I see him thinking.

  “I should probably do the same. With my partners. Then we can be official.”

  “Official?”

  “Officially together.” That makes me smile. We’ll be together. We get out of bed and get dressed. Clive drives me back to my car. We decided that today we are both going to tell people the truth. We say goodbye and I go to my car. I brought clothes to change into and make the switch in the car. My parents don’t need to know the exact nature of what happened last night.

  During the drive home, I try and practice what I’ll say to my parents. Nothing sounds right. I need to get out of my head. It shouldn’t be this hard. I’ll just be straightforward and hopefully I don’t get disowned.

  I go inside and find my parents eating dinner. I’d lied and told them I was spending the night with Harriet. They’d met and liked her and approved. I won’t tell them all the dirty details, just that I’ve met someone and I want to be with him. I sit down at the table.

  “How was your night, honey?” I mumble out a ‘fine’ to answer my mom’s question and then get right into the meat of the conversation.

  I want to tell you guys something and please don’t get mad, but I’ve met someone and we want to be together, but I don’t want to lie to you guys anymore,” I spit all this out at them and wait anxiously for their replies. They’ve stopped eating and are just looking at me. “Please say something.”

  “Is this what you were asking me about the other day? When you were talking about Pastor Nichols?” I nod. I didn’t tell my dad any specifics, instead letting him know Pastor Nichols was extremely mad at me and wouldn’t listen to me. “Listen Adriel, we never want you to feel like you can’t talk to us. I know sometimes we’re a bit overbearing, but we mean well.” My mom places her hands on mine and squeezes.

  “We want you to be happy and if this man makes you happy who are we to judge. We trust you. Just don’t shut us out. That’s what we’re most afraid of.” I breathe a sigh of relief. I’d never tried talking to my parents like this. Maybe if I had, we could’ve been more open. Communication is a two-way street and I should’ve met them half-way. At least now it seems like things are changing. I hug both of them and go to my next stop: the church.

  I get there before anyone arrives for Sunday service and find Pastor Nichols in his office. Before going in, I turn the recorder on my phone on, just in case. I knock and the pastor tells me to enter. This time he’s pacing around, preparing for the service, going over his notes. When I open the door, he turns to me and smiles.

  “Adi! Lovely to see you. I don’t have much time; I need to get ready for the Sunday service.” He motions for me to take a seat and he takes his on the other side of his desk. “How may I help you today?” All I need to do is be brave. Everything worked out with my parents and it’ll work out here.

  “I came to tell you, I’m in love with Clive and I’m going to be with him.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, a dark cloud passes over Pastor Nichol’s face. He looks frightening. I’ve never seen him so mad.

  “What are you doing Adriel? I told you, you couldn’t be with that man. He’s dangerous for your soul.”

  “Like I said, I love him and I refuse to feel bad about it any longer.” Pastor Nichols stands up suddenly, knocking over his chair and I jump in my seat.

  “I don’t care! You can’t be with him; you can’t love him. You can only be with me and love me. We are meant to be together and if you can’t see that, I’ll have you thrown out of the church and branded a whore!” How have I never seen this before. He’s insane. I stand up and get right back in his face.

  “You can do that, but just know that I’ve been recording you and I will expose you for the manipulator you are if you don’t leave me alone.” He falls back, surprised by my boldness and I know I’ve won. I will never have to worry about him again. He doesn’t say anything as I leave, not that I would listen. I rush to my car and head for Clive’s office. I hope things go well for him, too.

  CLIVE

  All the partners are once again seated in our meeting room. Chambers actually called this meeting, but it’s the perfect opportunity for me to tell them all about Adriel. Williams is the last to arrive. Chambers bolts out of his seat and goes the front of the room to make his announcement.

  “As you all know, we’re in an image crisis currently. And anything that threatens our image needs to be squashed immediately. We need to protect this company we built together-”

  “Can you get to the point Chambers. It’s a Sunday morning and I’d rather be at home,” Williams interrupts.

  “Of course, of course. I’ve called you all here today to tell you I found out that Clive has been sleeping with one of the employees. A nineteen-year-old Adriel Summers.” What is this dick doing now? “And it turns out, she recently quit. Now if this were to get out, it wo
uld look very bad.” I stand up and lean against the table.

  “What are you getting at Robert?” This man makes me mad. Very mad.

  “All I’m saying is we need to deal with this now before it gets any worse.” Williams and Masters turn to me. They want to know what I’ll do before throwing support behind anyone.

  “Well, for your information Robert, Adriel and I are a couple and if you must know, one day I plan on marrying her, but I’d like for that to be a surprise. So, unless you have any other speeches or questions, I think we’re done here.” Chambers is stunned and I must admit, I take great pride in putting him in his place. Williams and Masters stand up and come over to me. Masters gives me a pat on the back and I get a handshake from Williams.

  “Seems you took my advice, Clive. Way to go.” Even though her reaction is mild, I can see Williams is happy at how I handled to situation. Masters is a bit more enthusiastic.

  “So, marriage. Looks like you’re all grown-up!” Chambers watches as our colleagues offer me their congratulations. The two of them leave, ready to go back home to their families, leaving me and Chambers alone. I go over to him and place my hand on his shoulder.

  “Appears you overplayed your hand, buddy. Have a good Sunday.” And with that I leave him alone to mull over his choices. I head down to my office and find Adriel sitting on my desk. A huge smile breaks across her face as I enter and I know things went well for her too. I close the door behind me and she jumps down once I reach her. “It would seem we were both successful.” She wraps her hands around my neck and we share a kiss. “But you know, I fooled my colleagues.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m still going to fool around the office, but only with you.” She laughs at me and then gives me another kiss. We break apart and she takes me hand and leads me to my chair.

  “Why don’t you sit down.” She says it suggestively and I wonder what she has in mind. I take my seat. Adriel kneels in front of me, her body slightly under my desk. She unzips my pants and takes my cock out.

  “And what are you doing?”

  “Well, I’ve been wondering what you tasted like and now seems like the perfect moment to find out.” And before I can say anything more, she wraps her mouth around the head of my penis and, my god, it feels glorious. I’m not going to lie, I have fantasized about this moment, but the reality is so much better. She sucks on it and I have to grip the edge of my chair to keep from losing control. She licks up my shaft, when there is a knock at the door. She stills and I can hear Chambers on the other side.

  “Clive!” He opens the door without waiting for a reply. “Thank god, you’re still here.” More like curses. I didn’t think he could annoy me anymore than he has, but if anyone could manage, it’s Chambers. “I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted.” I glace down at Adriel and see she has a mischievous look on her face. This might not end well. She takes her thumb and starts to rub my tip with it. My hands grip my seat tighter. “I know we can’t be friends right away, but maybe we could start by being civil?” I can barely concentrate on what he’s saying. Adriel has begun to play with my balls and I’m afraid I’m going to come right then and there.

  “No worries, no worries. Of course, we can start there. Let’s talk more on Monday.” I just need him to leave. The conversation must end. He looks disappointed. “I promise we can talk tomorrow, okay.” Now, please go.

  “Thanks, Clive. You’re a much better man than I gave you credit for.” He takes the hint and leaves my office. Once he’s gone, I grab the back of Adriel’s head and turn it up towards me.

  “And what were you doing?” Trying to get us caught, no doubt.

  “I was having fun…” I let go of her hair and she puts her lips back on my cock and brings it back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue swirls on my tip and I can feel that I’m on the edge.

  “Dear god, Adriel. I’m going to come.” She moves her mouth faster and I think she intends to swallow. My semen pours out of me and into her mouth and she sucks me dry, swallowing every last drop. “Fuck!” When I’m done, she places me back in my pants and zips me up. Then she stands up and gives me kiss, so I can taste myself in her mouth.

  “Was I any good?”

  “You were amazing.” She smiles and sits in my lap. “Why don’t I take you home, so we can have a little more fun.” She nods and we leave the office. Everything has fallen into place and I couldn’t be happier.

  “I guess I am that lucky,” Adriel mumbles.

  “What?” She turns to me with a tiny smile.

  “It’s just, I feel like everything is going well.” I take her hand and give it a squeeze. Life is good indeed.

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  Chapter 1 — Grace

  The church of St. Benedict’s is the largest church I’ve ever stepped foot in. The pillars tower above my head as I enter through the large wooden doors. The stain glass window panes illuminate the morning light and the tears of the patron saints. No matter how many times I walk down the aisles, past the numerous pews, behind the family that has so graciously taken me in, I always so do with my eyes glued to my feet. The feeling of not truly belonging in these hallowed halls fills me up every Sunday. This Sunday is no different.

  We take our seats and the pastor takes his place behind the pulpit, looking out at the congregation. Again, I find my gaze aiming towards the floor. Andrew, my foster father, gently taps my shoulder and gestures for me to look ahead. He means that in more ways than one. I stare up towards the podium and meet the pastors gaze. He smiles and nods his head at me, beckoning me towards his every word. I look over at my foster family, their eyes straight ahead and their back straight. I take a deep breath and do the same, waiting for the pastor’s words to envelope me. But my thoughts wonder elsewhere.

  My mother would never have been caught dead in a church. I can only assume, that even in death, she would have gone elsewhere. Her priorities weren’t the church, weren’t God, or even me. They were only hyper-focused on one thing. Her next score. Adding track after track to her once beautiful arms. The veins no longer able to help her get that feeling of relief she so desperately sought after. The night that Social Services came for me, I found her lying in a pool of her own sick, mere moments away from a pain-relieving overdose.

  I was placed with my first foster family and naively believed that things would be different. That things would suddenly be looking up. But I had never been so wrong. My foster father was a drunk and every evening he would come home and the screaming would start. Plates would smash and bruises would form. And every night I would sit in my bedroom, sheets pulled tightly up to my ears and pray beyond a shadow of a doubt that my bedroom door would not open, letting the demons in. After several weeks of fearing for my safely, I finally got up the courage and left. For, I knew, one of these days, that no matter how drunk and off balance he would become, he’d still be able to overpower me. It wasn’t a chance I was willing to take.

  I was only 16 when I found myself on the streets, wondering and begging for food and shelter. One night, I found myself at a local church and was introduced to Pastor John. He told me in very clear terms that I deserved better than the life I had been given. At that time, I didn’t truly believe him. I was a young girl who had nothing and no one to lean on. It made me a hardened shell of the person I had dreamed of becoming when I was a child. Before my mother started loving her heroine and her drug dealer more than she loved me. And even though I didn’t find myself a believer in God, the church still took me in. They helped me where I was unable to help myself. And three years later, I’m still here.
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  The new foster family I have been placed with are the kindest people I have ever met in my short life. In the past few years, I have spent feeling more love than I could have ever imagined. They graciously pay my rent and my bills and give me everything I could have asked for. And then some. But soon, they will no longer have to help me with these things. My new job will give them back everything they’ve given me.

  “…And by the grace of God, may we find our strength,” Pastor John says, concluding his sermon. I look up at him and hope beyond hope that he’s right.

  Chapter 2 – Grace

  After church that evening, I stand and greet the other patrons with my foster parents, Andrew and Colleen. Giving each other our thanks and prayers for the days ahead. Andrew knows that I don’t particularly enjoy spending time in large crowds, and he gives me a nod letting me know it’s okay to leave. I say goodbye to my foster family and head towards the only house that I’ve ever felt brave enough to call home.

  I pull up to a stop light and wait for the light to change, singing along to the music coming softly through the speakers. I look over at the car parked next to me and see an extremely handsome young man looking back at me. He smiles and I can’t help but smile back. My cheeks go red as I start to feel that familiar tightness in my groin. I look away from him just as the light turns green. Of course, I have this sort of temptation right after leaving church. It always seems to happen that way. I can suddenly hear Andrew’s voice in my head, echoing the words of Pastor John.

  “Sex has no place outside of the marriage bed. You don’t want to give yourself over to someone who may not truly value or appreciate what you have to offer. Only a husband and a wife can give that to each other. Anyone else is asking too much of you.”