Chapter 3 Jessica

😱 THE DEVIL'S 😱 🐾 TOUCH 🐾

[ How To Tame A Bastard 😏] 📌

Chapter Two📌

[Jessica Versus Aaron] 🌺

Jessica's POV: 🌺 The following day I felt much better. My headache was gone, as well as the sore in my shoulder and back. The doctor came before lunch. He was probably in his late sixties, with a very soft gentle voice. He removed the bandage from my head and put a medical plaster at the side of my forehead. "Don't worry, I'll give you a scar removal cream for this. The scar will fade in a few weeks." He said. "Thank you doctor." I leaned back on the bed and said to him. "I'm not worried about having a scar. My only concern is my memory loss. All I know are my name and my face. I don't know who I am, where I came from and what am I doing here in New Zealand." "You have a concussion because of your head injury. You're still in shock right now, but in a few weeks when you'll recover, your memories will all come back. You really have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Latsis. You're a very lucky woman, you survived the plane crash without being badly injured. You're totally fine, all your x-rays and medical test results are normal." The doctor assured me. He succeeded though in making me feel hopeful that soon my memories would come back. "Can you tell me who I am? Do I have a family? It seems like they're not worried about me. No one stays with me here." The doctor smiled, then said. "Of course, you have a family, and they're worried about you. I talked to your mother in law, Stella Latsis. I assured her that you're okay. All you need is rest. Her son made sure that you get the best treatment here in the hospital. We report to him everyday about the status and progress of your recovery." The mention of my husband uplifted my gloomy mood a little. But I was dismayed why he was not there with me in the hospital. "Where is he?" The doctor cleared his throat, then said. "I talked to him this morning. He said he'll come this afternoon after a meeting. He's a very busy man, taking care of the family business." "I see." I twisted my lips in disappointment, then I looked at the rings on my fingers. So, I was right. I married a rich businessman. Does he prioritize the business rather than taking care of his wife? I'm sure he has trusted employees who can take care of the business for a while. "Do I have any children, doctor?" The thought suddenly occurred to me. "No, you don't have any Mrs. Latsis." He said, before he was summoned to go to the emergency room. The moment the doctor left, I managed to clean myself. I showered and brushed my teeth. A nurse assigned to me got me a clean patient gown. She also combed and dried my hair. I was impatiently waiting for my husband to arrive the whole afternoon. I watched television, looking for some news about the plane crash. I had goosebumps when I learned how tragic it was. Too many bodies were trapped inside the plane when it exploded. The New Zealand Search and Rescue Team could not get them out because it was too risky, the petrol was leaking. What I saw in the news brought me into tears. I could have been dead right now. I prayed and thanked God for giving me a chance to live. The door opened, and a nurse came in. "What's the matter?" "I just saw the news about the plane crash. I... I can't believe that I was one of the passengers." I said, bursting into tears. "You're making yourself upset again." "I can't help it." I told her about what I saw on the television and she listened eagerly. "Consider yourself very lucky to survive. It's like having a second life." "Exactly. I'm very grateful to God." I agreed to her. "So, stop crying now, okay? What will your visitor think when he'll see your eyes swollen? By the way, he's waiting at the nurse station and looking so gorgeously handsome in a gray suit. The young nurses are so giddy, they can't take their eyes off him. And you know what, he brought you flowers! You're a very lucky girl." I stared at her, could not believe what I just heard. "You mean, he's here?" "Yeah. Should I let him in now?" "Of course! You should have told me right away." I took a tissue paper from the side table, wiped the tears off my face and blew my nose. "Oh... yeah, that's the reason why I'm here. I just forgot when I saw you crying." The nurse reasoned out. "Please, just let him in. I've been waiting for him the whole afternoon already." I combed my hair in a hurry and checked my face in the small mirror. "Okay, okay." The nurse said and immediately left the room. My heart was beating faster as I waited for my husband. I was so nervous. I wondered how I would react seeing him? It would be like meeting him again for the first time. The door opened and a tall, lean and devastatingly handsome man came in holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. My eyes grew big as I stared at him. He looked like a model on the runway or a celebrity. Dark eyes, chiselled nose, prominent jawline and dark hair. I could not take my eyes off him. I could not believe that I married a gorgeous man. I probably fell in love with him at first sight. I did not have any recollection of him. None whatever. He might be a stranger in my mind, but he made my heart beat faster and my pulses racing. He was indeed my husband. My brain forgot, but my heart remembered. "Hello, Jessica." It was all he said and I bursted into tears. Sadness and despair overwhelmed me as I went out of the bed and ran onto him. I hugged him so tight and when he lifted my face, I was lost in his dark compelling eyes. I tiptoed and kissed his lips. . . . 🔥 Aaron's POV: 🔥 What the hell! I checked the time on my watch. Ten minutes and the nurse who informed Jessica of my visit hadn't come back yet. I looked at the bouquet of flowers I brought, feeling disgusted by just holding it. Mom insisted when she called me last night to bring flowers. "It's the least that we can do. You dad and I can't visit her until the event will be done." My mom indicated the one week Cattle and Sheep Farming Festival in Wellington that they organized and sponsored. "Okay. I'll have a flower shop deliver her flowers tomorrow morning." "No way. Bringing her flowers personally would be a nicer gesture." She said firmly. To cut the argument, I agreed. I asked my secretary to get me flowers, and unfortunately, she assumed it was for a lover. I was shocked when she handed me a bouquet of a dozen red roses before I left the office. Doctor Hansen called me earlier and updated me of Jessica's progress. Except for her temporary memory loss due to concussion, she was recovering well. All she needed was a lot of rest. "Two minutes more, and I'm out of here." I was standing at the hallway near the nurses station, and getting so impatient. What took her so long? Getting her hair and makeup done? What the fuck! She wasted too much of my time already. I would never tolerate this prima-donna behavior of hers. That bitch should know who she's crossing with. The nurse arrived and smiled at me. "She's ready to see you, sir." The moment I entered the room, I saw Jessica sitting on bed and looking at me. Her face looked so pale and bare of any makeup. Her eyes were puffy, obviously from crying, and the thick bandage around her head was gone, showing her long wavy ash blond hair. Deceiving. Looking so innocent like a saint, when she was in fact a wicked she-devil. I noticed, she looked so young in person, like eighteen or twenty -- when she was already twenty eight years old, five years older than Troy. Well, she can buy a new face using all the money I sent her. "Hello, Jessica." I greeted her. I was so surprised when she got out of bed and ran towards me. I gasped and the bouquet of flowers I was holding, loosened from my hand and fell on the floor. I was supposed to push her and knock her on the floor for touching me. How dare this bitch! I don't want to be soiled by her wickedness. But when I heard her cry, I lifted her face and met her wounded eyes. I was about to tell her to stop the act because she could not fool me, when suddenly, her face came nearer and kissed me. What the fuck! I held her arms, not so gentle and stopped her. "That kind of greeting doesn't work here in New Zealand. Handshakes and kissing one another on the cheek would do fine and saying ''Kia Ora." Her eyes grew big as she stared at me. "You're not my husband?" Husband?! Who gave her the idea that I'm her husband? "No." I answered curtly. You wish, Jessica. I would be the last person in this world to ever ask your hand for marriage. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were my husband. I... I don't recognize you. I have a memory loss, that's why I can't remember your face." "Either way, you won't recognize me. It's our first time meeting in person, though we talked a few times on the phone. By the way, I'm Aaron Latsis, your brother in law." I introduced myself to her, trying my best to be civil, for now. Dr. Hansen said that she had memory loss. I doubted that. Let's see how long she could keep up with her act. It would not take long, this manipulative greedy bad bitch would show her true colors. "Oh my god, I kissed my brother in law! I swear it's an honest mistake. I hope you'll forgive me." She gasped and covered her mouth. Touche. For all I knew, she did it on purpose. "It's okay, as long as it won't happen again." I took a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped my lips, removing all the taste of her. Her face turned bright red as she observed me. I picked the bouquet of roses from the floor and gave it to her. "This is from my mother. She's in Wellington right now with my father. They'll see you this weekend." She looked at the flowers and said, "Thank you, they're so beautiful. But, what about my husband? Why isn't he here?" "You really don't remember, Jessica?" I let out a nasty laugh, as her eyebrows furrowed. "No." Her wounded eyes were back again, looking at me and begging for sympathy. "I can't even remember his name and his face." "His name is Troy." "Troy?" She shook her head, "I don't really remember the name. Where is he now?" "Cold in his grave." Her confused expression turned into shock. "You mean... he's dead? I thought he was not with me in the plane." "He died four months ago in a helicopter accident in Florida." "Oh my god!" She exclaimed. "That's so terrible. It must be hard for me then, and to you and your family to take it all in." "Exactly. We're still grieving for our loss, especially my mother. She invited you here in New Zealand to visit us. It's your first time meeting Troy's family, so I'm expecting you to be in your best behaviour." "What do you mean?" Her green eyes suddenly looked so sad. Dammit! I did not like her to look at me like that. Why is it easier to communicate to her on the phone, rather than in person? "Stop looking at me with wounded eyes, Jessica, it won't work on me. If you really don't remember what I said on the phone, then I'll repeat it to you. Do not disappoint my mother, or else, you're not getting a cent from me anymore!" . . . TBC