Chapter 3

• Gwen's POV
• "Why are you in my house?"
• For sure this is my house, right? Of course I am not sleeping if it's not my house? Wait? What happened to me again before I sleep? Oh, why can't I remember anything.
• I heard his friend trying to control his laughter.
• "Dude, is she somewhat crazy?" I heard the other guy asked.
• "Shut up! I didn't even know who is she." He replied.
• Maybe the are just kidding right? I will deal with them later, I have a business for now.
• "I'm kinda hungry, do you have food?"
• Isn't it weird that I let someone stare at me while eating. Well, if someone is staring at you sweetly while eating it must be your husband or maybe a boyfriend right?
• Wait. Why can't I remember anything. Damn. This feels weird and crazy!
• "Thank you. It's so good." When I'm done eating he walk closer to me.
• Wow, he is gorgeoooossss. And so his friend, but I felt something special to him. He has a perfect adonis body. Maybe a 6'5" height. Damn. Hot!
• "You're sleeping in my bed." He casually said. Sitting in front of me.
• I cannot stop drooling, why would I slept in hot man's bed. Hmmm, maybe he is my husband isn't it? Of course, I can't remember anything but I know I have moral.
• "You're my husband, isn't it?" I finally asks with excitement. But his friend ruined the moment and decided to choke his throat in a food he is eating.
• I look at him but his face looks so serious.
• "No." He replied with a stern voice.
• "No? Oh maybe boyfriend?" I tried again, with a hoping smile.
• "No. Now, who the hell are you?" I flinched with his voice. I look around and suddenly the mirror caught my attention.
• Wait, what? Why have I a bandage in my head? And why I have a scratches, cuts and bruises in my body?
• Who am I?
• "Yeah, who am I?" I asked eyeing the both of them hoping to get the answers.
• Thinking what just happened to me, I suddenly feel headache.
• "Can we just talk about it later? It hurts. My head hurts so bad. Can I sleep for a while and then we talk again?" I plead since I really can't take the headache I've been feeling.
• He didn't response so I did what I have to. I lay down again and put the duvet in my body. I finally doze off in sleep again hoping that if I wake up, I will remember everything and my headache will gone.
• I woke up and can hear some voices downstairs. I tried feeling my head and I can still feel the dizziness but I ignored it at all. I want answers, I tried getting up and try walking where the voices came from.
• Opening the door silently, and peeking over it. I finally saw the entire house, the interior of this suite is beautiful but I feel like, I'm not mesmerized at all. I feel like, it's normal. And why is that so?
• Deep in my thoughts, I heard some commotion below and tapped my head absentmindedly since that's the reason why I got up at the first place.
• "So what are you planning now?" Other voice inquired. I tried getting closer to the voices.
• "Maybe let her sleep here for the mean time but figure things out." It's his voice, I knew it. I get closer and closer until I can finally see them all.
• Oh Gosh! Holly molly, they are all gorgeous hunks men. What are these people? Oh, God. Their heights almost just the same maybe 6'5" to 6'7".
• "We'll help you with that." The other handsome human being casually replied.
• "Wow, she can easily sleep here with just simple "are you my husband?" thing yet me I have to begged you just to allow me here to sleep for a night?" Oh, that's his friend faked wiped his tears.
• "Maybe if you'll have an amnesia, I'll be gladly accept you here too." My type just replied.
• My type? I have an amnesia and here my slut of mind thinking about my type? Hey, first, make me remember everything.
• Don't argue. He really is your type among the five.
• Fine agreed. For me he has this aura that will make you melt under his gaze.
• "How can you say she has an amnesia again?" Other handsome again asks.
• "Well she has a bandage in her head that seems to be bleeding and some scratches, bruises and cuts." My type replied.
• Wait? So it's really an amnesia?
• Before they can continue in their discussion I decided to interrupt.
• "Amnesia? So you're telling me I have amnesia? You guys really don't know me, do you?" I asks in a panic and sad tone.
• How can I not be in panic knowing that they really don't know me and I just asked one of them if he's my husband.
• What the hell are you thinking? You're the most embarrassing creature. Gosh!
• I guess they got shocked at my sudden appearance and made them all stood up.
• "I'm sorry but we really don't have any idea of who you are." My type said truthfully, directly looking at my eyes.
• Could you just stop calling him, "your type?"
• What do you want me to call him if I don't have his glorious name?
• And her we go again, my stupid mind keeps arguing herself.
• But look now, I have nowhere to go, don't know who I am. What I am gonna do? I really wanted to cry.
• "I'm sorry but I think I really have an amnesia, I can't even remember my name. And I'm scared. I don't know what to do." I said truthfully while trying to be strong in front of them. Heck, it's so embarrassing to breakdown in front of them. I have enough embarrassment today already.
• "You can stay here for the meantime until you recover." He offered.
• That's a very kind of you, my type. Thank you.
• I know it's just his kindness but I can feel that he don't want it. He just don't have a choice.
• "T-thank yyou. I hope I will regain my memory fast so I'm not be a burden to you." I said sadly before leaving them and go back to the room.
• In his bed, as he said, I can't help but force my head to remember atleast just the basic information about me. Just the basic. But it seems like she didn't want to cooperate, and again, I feel like crying.
• Who am I? Why I am here to the people who don't know me either? Do I have any family member? Why I'm here? I should be in the hospital, right? With someone who knows me, right? To take care of me and help me regain my memory.
• I know I'm just trying to act strong. But I'm not that strong. I knew deep down that I'm not strong as I pretend to be in front of those guys.
• I keep forcing my mind while sobbing until I let the slumber succumbed me.