Chapter 23: Chapter 23

CRAIG'S POV.

I have gotten home, and she isn't back, I don't even have the balls to call her, for she might have thought that I took advantage of her, last night, and I really do not know how to explain to her, that I too got carried away. Maybe I will have to just tell her the truth about everything.

Now that I have sent Paul to Winlowtech to get her, I just hope she doesn't angrily turns him down.

I was still thinking about what her reaction could possibly be, when I heard the car, I had mixed feelings, but I really needed to see her, and get everything over with.

Someone else seem to miss her more than I do, and she ran past me to meet her half way. They hugged, and she told her somethings she must have missed out on, while she was away, and they chatted for minutes, before they started walking inside. I was standing by the door, and when she got to the door, she stared at me, for a really long while. I had my eyes fixated on her, but I was worried.

I couldn't tell what her eyes were saying, I needed to clear the air between us, so I told Whitney to go inside, that I needed to speak with her mother. Without hesitating, She rushed in, while I placed my hands in my side pocket, to prevent her from seeing that my hands were shaking out of fear, of not knowing what is about to happen.

I was about to start speaking, and she started speaking at the same time, making me pause, her to speak.

"Craig, I don't know what happened last night, but if I misbehaved, I really I'm sorry. I am not always like that". She says, and I released a breath, I didn't know I had been holding. She was apologizing, when I had planned to apologize to her, and what is she saying, speaking like she doesn't remember what happened? I was kind of lost, so I allowed her continue.

Throughout today, I have been trying to remember what happened last night, but I just cannot. All I remember, is you showing me around, and we had a few glass at your bar, but that is all I remember". As soon as she said that, I opened my eyes wide at the realization. She doesn't remember what happened after the drink? I asked out loud, but it only sounded in my heart, as I was too scared to let my voice be heard.

Should I keep it that way? I asked myself, for if she is already apologizing like this, if she hears that something really did happen between us, she might just get angry with me, and leave this house, right into the lion's den, and then, I won't be able to save her. I cleared my throat, and tried finding the right word to start with.

"Emmm, you see, last night, you were just yourself. You have nothing to apologize for. The only person I am blaming, is the one that made you cry". I said, so she thinks she must have cried last night recalling what Edward did to her. Which she actually did.

"Thank you so much Craig, I am happy, at least now I can relax, knowing that I didn't misbehave last night, else I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself. I mean, it would have been too much for me to handle". She says, I nodded, Then she bowed her head, and walked in,and watch her walk in.

I looked towards the direction, she took in, and the shock on my face was evidence that, I never thought I just escaped, my very own shadow.

All through the day I had been so worried, even to call her, when I really wanted to, but now, it had happened that, she doesn't have a memory of that night.

I was happy that I sent her back to her room that same night, maybe, if she had remained at the barroom, she would have remembered everything.

I know she is going to remember soon, unless she have lost her memory permanently, but before then, I should have been able to make her understand everything.

I didn't want to be tempted to see her again, seeing me might give her some flashes of last night, so I tried avoiding her, that even for dinner, I just took my food to my room, and ate there, leaving her and her daughter to have their time.

Whitney seem to have a lot to tell her, and the both of them still went to the movie house together, to see a movie, before finally going to bed.

In my bed, I couldn't sleep, I kept turning and tossing.

While she cannot remember what happened the previous night, I cannot forget what happened the previous night.

It is the best night ever, and the most scared night ever too.

I wish she remembers what happened, so that if she is going to be mad at me, she could just go ahead, and be mad at me, and I could apologize to her, but now that she doesn't remember, I cannot remind her, I mean, how I am supposed to tell her that, she got drunk last night, after taking several glass of the red wine, which she claims she used to take, which I kind of now doubt, because of her reaction and then we had a mind blowing sex? There was no way I could tell her that, so all I can do is pray, hoping that she never, get to remember anything from last night, until I am ready, to make her completely mine.

With her thought filled in my heart, I managed to close my eyes, hoping that I would fall asleep, but the image behind my closed eyes, were that of me going in and out of her. I wanted her again, I really should tell her what happened.

I finally allowed my imagination grow too wild about the event from last night, that when my hands slipped into my short, and I started touching myself, I didn't know.

I had her name on my lips, while I jerk myself.

This is how I have been holding myself from misbehaving for a long time, for I have promised myself that I would definitely have her as my first and only, now that she have fufiled my first wish, wanting her the more, became something I couldn't understand.

I started to imagine things, which was scary, even to me. I soon relaxed my mind, then gradually, allow myself to fall asleep.

I won't be at home the next day, I work round the globe, I really don't take a day off.

Successful people, really do not take a break. When I finally closed my eyes, I only opened it, to a new day. Since she doesn't remember what happened, then I am just going to keep it that way, so I don't spoil what I am trying to build with her.