My Secret Billionaire Husband

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

EMMA'S POV

"Can you at least try to think deeper? You don't even look bothered" Any attempt to try find any of my family members was futile. I mean, how do you find someone's relative if they didn't even know their name? "Well maybe if you just gave me a little space, I would be able to remember" I retorted. It was there, right at the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't say it, I couldn't remember it and it was sickening

I also had this image of a man carrying a baby, but it was so blurry I couldn't make a thing out of it. "Look here, I'm trying, okay? I'm trying my best" I said again when I realized that I might have been a little too harsh. I mean, he helped save me from something, or someone. Even if I couldn't remember what it was, the least I could do was show a little appreciation

"Your best is not good enough, try harder" Okay, maybe that wouldn't work. He was so hard to deal with but I managed to keep calm and not respond. He had shown me where the bathroom was so I went in there and took a shower. It was refreshing and it really did help me alot in remembering some things, like my name and family name

"Hey Man, Man, Mr? Where are you?" I walked around the small building in search of him, what was his name again? I couldn't remember

"Woman! What is the matter?" I heard his voice from behind, "I think I just.." I turned around to meet the sight of a shirtless man standing like a Demigod or whatever. Oh my God, he was so built..and... and beautiful. He had a tattoo on the upper right side of his chest. I didn't know what it was, as I didn't pay attention to it. The words hung in my mouth as I stared at him in admiration and at the same time trying to not make it obvious. "What?" He asked but I still hadn't found my tongue yet "You like what you see?..." What the?...

"Oh I know I look good. You can look and admire me for as long as you want, but try not to touch okay? I have a girlfriend, and she's really crazy" Okay, that wasn't what I expected. All forms of admiration and lust suddenly disappeared and were replaced by embarrassment and rage. He was so full of himself. Men stare at me all the time and I notice, I always do, but there was never a time I look them in the eye and brag about it

"Get over yourself, I wasn't staring" I responded irritatedly and walked away but he followed me "Of course you weren't" If sarcasm was a sentence, no doubt it would be that "I've seen way more hotter and prettier men, compared to them you're an average looking man" I shouldn't have said that, but I guess I was just too embarrassed that I thought making him feel less of himself would make me feel better "Ones that you certainly don't remember"

"My name's Emma...Emma Broadway" I said, diverting the conversation "Broadway? As in Broadway? Raymond Broadway's wife?" I c****d a brow. Was I famous or what?

"This is easy, I'll just call your husband and ask him to come pick you up from here" he said again and made to move for his cellphone, lying on the table but it didn't make sense to me

"If I was the wife to someone popular and from your tone, influential, why haven't I been declared missing? Why is nobody looking for me?" My question made a lot of sense that he stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face me. "Okay, I didn't think of that" I sighed and threw my head backwards in frustration while he walked back to his own sit

"You only remember your name?" When I didn't respond he got his answer "Do I need to take you back to the hospital? The only problem is that I don't have enough money to pay the bill"

"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm fine, maybe if you tell me about what happened in the first place that landed me in this situation, then I would be able to trace everything and gain back all my memories" He thought for a while, then nodded in agreement. "We could do that but first, promise me you won't get mad and that you would keep your act together, no getting emotional, no crying, nor...." I looked at him weirdly, then shrugged inwardly before making the promise

"I promise, now tell me"

He walked me through everything and it took all the bits of self control in me to not jump up and rant about how I wanted to make the stupid driver pay for so much as make an attempt to harass me.

Except for all he said, nothing else came. After hours of sitting in silence, everything began falling into place, the blurry images, the reason I was in that taxi in the first place, they all fell in place. Now I remembered everything. I didn't scream, No! I didn't cry, not even a single tear drop from my eyes. I simply stood up to my feet and requested to leave

"Where do you want me to take you? You don't remember anything but your name, which is not much of an information right now"

"I want to go home to my parents." Was all I said, all I thought he needed to know . Obviously, fella thought otherwise "Emma, If you remember something, you should tell me so that .."

"I know where I want to be right now, I know my parents house, I remember everything okay? I remember it all so stop asking me dumb questions and get me home" My voice was high pitched. I was angry and it was pretty obvious

"You..." I raised my palm, signaling that he stopped talking "Thank you for helping me out and bringing me here. Thank you for saving my life but I really need to go right now, I need to see my mom, I need to talk to her. I need to hug her right now. And if you can't take me home, you should just show me the way out of this place" My voice was shaking. No, it wasn't because I was going to cry. I was too angry to cry right now. I guess the betrayal had sank in, everything had sank in

I walked up to the door, but before I turned the door knob, it flew open, and an angry looking person rushed in