CHAPTER 1

Dom

We arrive at the mansion, and I park in the underground garage, next to the Ferrari. I leave, slamming the door and heading for the elevator. I look back when I realize that Kiki isn’t following my steps. She’s standing in front of my car collection, from Cadillacs to Bugattis. When she notices that I’m standing there waiting for her, she quickens her steps, approaching me, quietly, without so much as a word. I don't say anything either, we just get in the elevator, and I press the button for the first floor. We soon arrive at the large living room. The look of disbelief is clear on her face. Yes, the house is huge, it's not the first time she's been surprised, and I imagine it won't be the last. I'm a guy who likes space and comfort. What am I going to do with so much money? Invest in myself, of course. So much so that I have six houses that are more modest than this one. But this is where I live, the place that no one has access to, except for the closest people, who are limited to my friends, the housekeeper, and the people who work in maintaining all of this, but they are hand-picked. And this makes me very apprehensive, ‘cause I’m very territorial and I don't like people bothering me here. In fact, nowhere else, but here, is just something else.

“Here’s the thing, Kiki. I’ll tell you some very important things: the house is huge, as you can see. You stay on one side, and I'll stay on the other, forget that I exist. Don't touch my stuff, don't go into my room, don't mess with my playroom. Because I do what I want, when I want, and I'm in charge. It's very simple. Just follow my rules, and we won't have any problems living together.”

I start to unbutton my shirt

“Do we understand each other? Otherwise, feel free. You can order delivery, watch soap operas, women love that, right? Berta never misses a single chapter. If you want to listen to some music, there's the living room, turn around”, I take off my shirt and throw it on the coffee table.

Kiki follows the throw with her eyes and turns to me, surprised, turning her face in bewilderment. However, she looks back, now firmly, her gaze moving up and down.

“Yes, we are”, Kiki pushes a lock of her hair back, “I'm not being ungrateful, far from it, but you didn't have to do that... I can handle myself”, her shoulders slump

“I did it because I wanted to”, I say, as I head to the elevator, “What you're going to do is none of my business. There's a bedroom upstairs and the kitchen right next door.”

I leave her in the living room, and when I get to the second floor, all I want to do after the last endless hours is sleep. When I enter my room, I close the door, take off my clothes, throw them around the room and throw myself on the bed, and it doesn't take me long to fall asleep.

I get off the elevator, fixing the sleeve of my white shirt, refreshed. I head to the kitchen, the strong smell of coffee filling the entire room. The counter is set with a variety of things: baguettes, cold cuts, cheeses, yogurt, cereals, croissants, dried fruits, and I quickly help myself. I'm starving, damn it! I open the baguette and spread jam on one side and butter on the other, biting into it. I take my cell phone out of my pocket and check the calendar that Amelie updated with five meetings and Lolla Grace's resolution, finally. I told you Maurice would solve it... I cut a piece of brie and pour myself some coffee.

“It's you I want to talk to!”, I hear Berta's voice, who approaches and stands in front of the counter, pressing a cloth to her right eye.

Her red hair is tied up in a bun, and she's wearing a navy-blue formal shirt and black pants of the same line.

“I have five minutes. After that, I'll just have to make an appointment tomorrow. Today is already done.”

Berta removes the cloth, pointing with her index finger at the redhead.

“May I ask where you got that little punk from? I have nothing to do with this, but what's the harm in letting me know? The girl was looking like a pharaoh out of the sarcophagus on the couch, holding a knife in one hand and the other in a fist. I went to talk to her and got a huge punch without even knowing where it came from.”

I laugh, unable to contain my amusement.

“If you saw her in that position, you were the one who approached stupidly.”

“Dominique! She threatened me with the knife, asked if I was trying to kill her, and jumped on me like a wild animal. Mathilde dropped the vacuum cleaner and ran away, leaving me there with this crazy woman. How did you not hear the screaming?”, Berta seems furious.

“The soundproof in the room is very good. Maybe try louder next time?”

“Do you find this funny? Who is she? What’s going on? I'm worried about the kind of people you’re mixed up with. It only gets worse every day”, Berta puts her hand to her temples.

I drink my coffee. To be honest, I briefly forgot the girl was here.

“Don't worry. I forgot to tell you that Kiki will spend some time here until her ideas start to make sense. Just…”, I pause for a moment, “Do this fucking sorority. It's a start.”

“Her name is Kiki? Sorority? That girl will kill you in your sleep!”

“That's my problem. You just see to her needs.”

“You're insane! Who lets someone they don't know into their house?”, Berta says, with explicit disbelief.

“Crazy, certainly”, I hear Kiki's voice, who is leaning against the kitchen doorframe

“At least, we agree on that.”, Berta shoots a fatal look at Kiki, who approaches.

“Are you still mad?”, Kiki asks.

“What do you think?”, Berta leaves, pissed off.

I hold back a laugh. At least the fun will be guaranteed. I glance over Kiki, finding her dressed in the same sweatshirt as yesterday. And that makes me think she needs new clothes and definitely to see a doctor. Who knows the reason behind this amnesia? Her expression seems less tired than yesterday, her hair is very disheveled, and she looks hungry. Her hazel eyes fix on the variety of food on the counter and then return, raising her gaze to me.

“You can eat, help yourself.”

“No, not now, thanks”, she refuses, with a brief gesture with her hand.

I find her behavior strange, but, if I put it on paper, everything is strange about this girl. It’s all the same, afterall.

“Did you find out something about yourself?”

“Yes, two things.”

I bite the side of the jam on the baguette, while Kiki keeps her gaze on mine, raising her hand to her head and searching for something on top, with a light grope.

“A bump”, she states.

“And the other one is a lump? I see.”, I suppose, seriously.

Kiki gives me an irritated look.

“I can punch you too. Maybe that way you'll get a bump?”

“Careful, Kiki. I like it, huh”, my eyes are suggestive, “But I can't guarantee you'll like it.”

I take another bite of bread. And Kiki lifts her sweatshirt at once, giving me a view of a pair of small, robust, hard tits, the smooth areolas and the nipple in a delicate pinkish tone, and a piercing hole in the right one. They're so fucking delicious! I choke on the piece of bread and I'm between admiring and helping myself. Kiki insists on talking and lowers her sweatshirt the same way she lifted it, in a glance, depriving me of seeing it. I finish my coffee, the day started off really well. It's not often that I'm privileged to see breasts in the morning, since I work. In the middle of the day it's usual, but in the morning, uncommon.

“Now I ask you: when did I pierce my nipple? Was I a teenage attempt to assert myself? Did I think it was sexy? Was I the type of person who did it as a treat to myself? Or did I show it to everyone?”

“Better to leave it to subjectivity.”, I pick up my cellphone, “Try not to hurt anyone else.”

I leave Kiki in the kitchen with a brief wave and walk past, heading towards the elevator and finding Berta coming towards me.

“You know that one eye you have left?”, I point to the purple one, “Don't take it from her or anything. Don't call me. I don't know what time I'll be back. Maybe tomorrow.”

Berta agrees.

“And pay attention, I don't want anyone to know that Kiki is here.”

“Why?”, she asks curiously.

“It's none of your business. Take her shopping, give her everything she needs, and schedule a neurologist, a psychiatrist, and so on, and take her with you.”

“This is absurd, Dominique! I'm paid to take care of you and establish order in this house, not to fall head over heels for your crazy ways. You're the one who set this up, now you have to deal with it.”, Berta exhales, her concern mixed with anger is clear.

“Are you questioning me? Going against my orders?”, I ask.

“No…”

“We understand each other.”

At two in the morning, I make a thread at the coffee table, aligning the powder in a thin, white line on the glass. The party is lively, everyone is fucking each other, the room is lit only by a red light. The music is loud and drowns out the moans and erotic sounds that surround the place. It's the best place to be after a stressful day like today. Like all of them, actually. I roll the hundred-dollar bill into a straw, bring it to my nose, sniffing the entire line, feeling the chemical and penetrating smell run through my nostrils with intensity. The wave of euphoria and excitement engulfs me, leaving me on edge. I savor the fleeting sensation and my heart racing and immediately feel more alive with the sensation. I pull Margot, who is next to me, into a kiss, slipping my hand into her hair, holding her against my mouth, while Camille sucks my cock, in a continuous up-and-down motion, swallowing me. I make her choke when I press her down and the sound is fucking amazing, making me harder. I tangle Margot's brown hair and pull it back, licking and biting her breasts and sucking them one by one.

“I think it's my turn, huh?”, Isabelle's voice is velvety.

Isabelle, who approaches with lusty look, removes Camille from my cock, pulling her by the hair and kissing her, making me stare at the scene, enthralled, enjoying every second. Margot bites my neck, while she runs her nails down my chest, digging them in, reaching my cock that’s covered by the condom, masturbating it. Isabelle sits on my thighs, while her friend prepares it to be inserted. Camille pulls me to kiss her and I feel Isabelle going down on my cock, making me lose my senses, digging my fingers into the blonde's big ass, which bounces countless times, pushing herself on the couch, shaking and squeezing me with her soaked insides, bringing my hand to her hair, pulling, taking out my lust, thrusting deep to the hilt. I feel her trembling on top of me, making her cum and throw herself next to me, satisfied. Margot rides me more gently, driving me crazy with how slow she is. I lay her down on the other side of the couch and fuck her hard, watching her reach her limit. Camille, who was being sucked by Isabelle, calls me, slamming her finger on her lips, and without hesitation, I put my dick in her mouth, fucking her deliciously, watching the girl cry and cum while I squeeze her neck tightly, cumming in her mouth. Exhausted, I throw myself on the couch, leaning my back against the backrest.

And when I get home, when I'm about to park the car next to the Panamera, with all the illusory confidence of my whiskey-damaged and stoned brain, I decide to do the fucking parking. I wrap the steering wheel and turn, and with my failed driving skills, the back of the car hits the pillar, making the metal creak and shaking me inside. What a bitch! Who put this shit in the back? I hit the steering wheel. I pull the key, opening the door and getting out as I can, finding two pillars behind moving. I run my hand through my hair, letting the key fall to the floor. I leave, ignoring what happened.

“Oh, fuck it!”, I say loudly, heading towards the elevator and getting in.

I press the first button and my blurred vision doesn't allow me to see properly. Going up is fine. I feel the thud and lose my balance, holding on tightly to the wall. Fuck, I'm broken. I don't even know where I am in the house, but I am... that's what matters. It's not like it's the first time, that's why this elevator exists, there are too many steps to handle. I stumble, unbuttoning my shirt and the lights come on all at once, causing a feeling of fucking dizziness. I put my hand against the light and see the couch nearby.

“Thank you.”

“Dominique?”, I hear the girl's voice and look, with my eyes half closed, “Man, you're in a bad shape…”, Kiki says.

“You look like a crow, you just talk, talk, talk. Stay silent, mime. Better yet, don't even talk to me.”

“Wow, you're one of the worst types of drunks, the annoying ones”, Kiki comes towards me, “You know who puts up with that type? Whoever’s drunk. And I'm not.”

The girl sighs impatiently and pulls my arms, guiding me to the couch. It doesn't take much to push me, since I have no balance at all, and I fall backwards, taking Kiki with me, making her fall on top of me.

“Damn, Dominique!”

I fix my attention on her, I feel her gaze vibrate with intensity. Her hair is straight. Her pale skin shines under the light, emanating a delicate aroma that I inhale, captivating me with every detail. I pay attention to her face, now close to mine, and I am enveloped by her beauty. Every feature seems molded with precision, I can see mystery and charm. Kiki makes a move to stand up, but in an instinctive impulse, I grab her by the waist quickly and firmly, bringing her back close to me and I breathe in her scent once more, and it's better than coke. Fuck! It's delicious...

Kiki

Dominique's grayish gaze, like a storm about to break, slowly closes. Her body, tall and strong, fills the space with a magnetic presence. The white shirt, unbuttoned and half-open, subtly reveals his fair skin and outlines the contours of his well-defined muscles. His blond hair, slightly messy, gives him an air of disorder, while the stubble highlights her face. An enveloping aroma hangs over us, a fusion of a woody, alcoholic fragrance and a sweet feminine perfume. It's an intoxicating mix that awakens all of my senses. His strong arms still wrap around my waist firmly, possessively, and I feel myself shiver with the pressure of his touch that leaves me breathless.

“Let go of me!”, I mumble.

I try to free myself, shifting and sliding down, getting out of his arms and getting up from the couch. I put my hand on my waist, fixing my eyes on the situation Dominique finds himself in. I haven't seen him in two days. When he told me that the house was big and each of us would be on one side, I didn't imagine that he’d be a tourist in his own house. What does he do for a living? I don't have much information here about him or anyone else. The housekeeper, Berta, doesn't like me and, when I asked what Dominique did, she said it was none of my business. The security guards are all quiet and judge everything they pass by. The employees don't even say a word to me. I say “Good morning”, and no one answers. The advantage of all this is that I don’t mind being alone. I’m sure it would be even better if I knew who I am. But I don’t have much to think about. I don’t remember anything. I just opened my eyes and that woman was trying to suffocate me. What did I do? Who am I? I need to find out soon, before they try to do something to me again. Dominique groans and snores loudly. I grab the pillow on the floor and lift his neck, placing his head on the soft pillow and watch him snuggle up.

I check to see if the 75 euros are in my cleavage and head to the elevator. Before Dominique arrived, I was in the office looking for ways to make easy money, and right at the top of the search engine, I found a casino, owned by the Le Blanc family, that’s open 24/7. It’s about a twenty-minute drive from here. I just need to see if I can drive there. I don’t know what I did before, but it shouldn’t be difficult. I just need to know if I can drive. I go to the elevator and go down to the garage, but soon I hear the alarm going off, echoing through the open space and a BMW crashing into the pillar. Either he's insane or a terrible driver! And judging by the state he's in up there, I'd say he's insane. I walk over to the vehicle and find the door open and the key on the floor. The security guards will think it's him leaving again. I get in, close the door and start the car, then start it up. Apparently, I remember how to do it. The neurologist I went to the day before yesterday said that I have retrograde amnesia, I won't remember anything that happened before the onset of the amnesia, I've lost the ability to remember any events or information from my past. I do have a lump, the cause of the trauma and everything indicates that it was due to a blow. Who has the courage to attack someone like me? I don't think I've done anything that deserves to be hit. They tried to kill me inside a hospital and they chased me with SMGs[1]. I'm sure I must be very important. Suddenly, even royalty and dynasty looked great in a bow tie. I may not have liked it very much, but I looked hot. Berta said it was the latest fashion and bought thirty dresses with bows and frills, one in each color. It was scary. But overall, it was great. I don't care about those things; a sweatshirt would be enough. I'm a high-class person who knows how to live with the minimum and with food issues. I don't trust anyone, and I don't like people preparing my food. And, looking in the search engine, the kings and nobles of the past had someone to taste their food before eating it, and, since I'm modern, my diet consists of canned food and sealed liquids. I enter the address in the GPS on the car's screen, go up the ramp and grab the control on the sun visor, pressing it to open the garage door. The windows are tinted, and the security guards don't see me in Dominique's place. I drive the car, noticing that I drive very well.

Château de la Fortuna Royale

The atmosphere of sophistication and glamour is overwhelming. The facade is illuminated by an abundance of bright and eye-catching lights, reinforcing the magnitude of the place, emphasizing the beauty in every corner. The parking lot is exclusive and there are hundreds of luxury cars parked in neat rows. Upon entering, the spaces are spacious and well-lit, giving a feeling of comfort. Well-uniformed employees wear black suits, while waiting in position. Upon exiting the vehicle, I meet a tall man, whose nameplate is Antonie, who stares at me, showing doubts as he checks me out. I hand over the key, smiling.

I head towards the main entrance of the casino. The path is lined with lush landscaping, with meticulously manicured gardens and ornamental fountains that add a touch of elegance to the still nighttime atmosphere. Soft jazz music fills the air, creating a sense of comfort and luxury.

As I approach the entrance, I pass discreet security guards blocking the door, who give me puzzled looks and whisper to each other, searching me. They seem to be on the lookout for me. They ask people for identification, and I immediately become alert. When it is my turn, more dubious looks are cast in my direction, but they allow me to enter. One look is almost swallowable, now a follow-up? Their presence reinforces the feeling of exclusivity and excellence of the place. The glass doors open automatically in front of me, revealing the stunning interior of the casino. A mix of sparkling lights and vibrant colors fills the main lobby, while the lively sound of slot machines and gaming tables creates an atmosphere of excitement. From what I could tell, this place is like a mini country. There are hotels, shops… everything! I feel like I’m in a world of luxury and entertainment. This place is amazing! I look at everything knowing that my eyes shine with delight. Everything is perfect. I never want to leave here.

I walk around the room watching the bets at all the tables and I get upset because I can't partake in the big ones. I'll have to start at the bottom, there's no way around it. I walk towards a table where the players are euphoric about the results and watch a game of blackjack. I get excited and decide to join the next one, but I'm stopped by a female voice, calling me:

“Sweetie, are these Chanel boots?”, I spin on my heels, turning toward the table with women.

“Yes, they are.”, I smile

“Girls, are you thinking the same as me?”, the girl with long blonde hair says, giving a bold smile.

“That you need those boots, but not more than I do, my dear”, the woman with red hair takes a sip of her drink.

“As for me, I don't just want those boots, I also want your Balenciaga bag, my dear”, the brunette retorts.

The three of them laugh together, as if this were funny. I follow along just to be polite. I think I'm polite, since, until now, I haven't said anything to Dominique, even though he deserves it.

“Join us!”, the redhead pulls out the chair.

“I can come play later, I'm not interested in anything you're wearing…”

The three of them start laughing again continuously.

“Honey, we do it for fun, just to get candy from kids. I'm sure that Chanel is very important to you”, the blonde extends her hand and takes mine, “Nice to meet you, my name is Blanca de La Rosa.”

I ain’t overfond of boots, but I’ve figured I have very expensive taste for someone with 75 euros in their cleavage. Berta took me to several stores, and one of them was Chanel, the best. I assumed she was a regular. Look, another sign of royalty.

“If you bet money, I'll put on the bow”, I point to my hair, “And the boots to gamble.”

The girls exchange glances and seem to communicate through them. Blanca claps her hands.

“Let's play! This is going to be great.”

I sit down and the redhead signals the dealer with her index finger, tapping it on the table. They all put down fat euro bills and I feel dizzy with the amount. If I win this one, I can keep my boots and the money. I take the pair of shoes off by the side zipper and place them on the betting table, with the black cloth that contrasts with the casino lights. It's not difficult, it's a game of luck and strategy. The atmosphere was tense, we all exchanged glances, and I don't remember if I've ever played this game before... the sound of the cards being shuffled and the excited murmurs of the other players around me make me feel confident, ready to challenge myself in this one. Apparently, challenges are for me, and I feel amazed by the feeling of adrenaline.

The dealer[2] gives the cards and I receive an ace and a jack, a combination with potential. My heart starts racing as I calculate my options. I decide to stick with my initial cards, betting only on hope. Go, hope!

The women at the table make their moves, some asking for more cards, others keeping what they had. The dealer turns over his card, revealing a seven. A disgruntled murmur runs through the table, as everyone anxiously awaits their next moves.

With a quick movement, the dealer revealed his second card, a five, making a total of twelve. I knew I had a real chance of beating this dealer. With my heart racing, I waited as he passed it to the other players, until it was finally my turn. With a confident smile, I kept my cards, hoping it would be enough to beat the dealer, who continued to deal to the other players, until he finally turned over his own final card, a jack. With a total of nineteen, he stopped drawing cards and it was my turn to reveal my hand. With a sigh of relief and a triumphant smile, I showed my Blackjack[3]. Instead of the girls getting angry at the loss of money, they applauded with hysterical and drunken screams!

“Congratulations!”, the brunette says.

“You really got me, huh?! I thought you weren’t going to take that one, you look like a lost coquette[4]”, Blanca says, pushing the pile of money away.

“Well, I’ll have to get more money. I’m all dry here”, the redhead turns around holding a drink, “Love!”

A man much older than her looks at her, smiling and sweetly, the redhead rubs her thumb with her index finger, indicating that she wants money. The man stands up, takes a handful of large bills out of his pocket, and hands them over without question, they kiss passionately in the middle of the room.

“Beautiful couple, huh?”, Blanca comments, “Mine is seventy, he's a big boy.”

My eyes widen in shock. People here are very different. I grab my boots and put them back on, and when I look up, I find two guards next to me, staring at me with a stern expression.

“Miss, I need you to come with us.”

“Why?”, I ask, incredulous.

“Hey! For what reason? The girl just arrived!”, Blanca says, in an irritated tone.

“The board wants to talk to you.”

And I find myself swallowing hard. What if it's a trap? What if those guys who chased me are here? And immediately, I start looking around nervously, feeling a sudden urge to fly at those guys and hit them so hard that I don't even recognize myself. I have the impression that my body knows how to defend itself.

“I won't.”

“Miss, if you don't come, I'll have to take you by force.”

“Try me”, I challenge.

Everyone around starts whispering and staring at the fight. I'm prepared, if you lay a hand on me it's just one, never again in front of everyone.

“Miss... Kiki!”, I hear Vlad's voice.

His hands wrap around me, lifting me out of the chair with tremendous ease, making my feet shake. I can't hit Vlad, he's so cute!

“Let me go, I need to finish that guy off! And my money, Vlad! My money! No!”

He doesn't seem to care about the amount of money I just lost. His strong hands hold me as if I were a bomb to be defused, quickly passing by everyone in long strides, arriving at the parking lot in a hurry.

Vlad puts me on the ground and I watch the black-skinned man, with a dark brown gaze, intent on me.

“What do you think you're doing?”

“Making money, for crying out loud. Can't I?”, I cross my arms.

“You took Dominique's car, in the middle of the night”, Vlad's voice isn't calm.

“It wasn't a robbery! I just wanted to see if I knew how to drive, and I need more money, you know?”

Vlad doesn't even listen to me, he leads me by the hand, as if I were a lost child in the mall and when I get to the Porsche SUV, the security guard opens the passenger door and I get in, huffing.

“Vlad, I want to get the girls' contact and my money! What's this, is this jail?”

“Pay attention, you're not going to say you took this car. You're going to go into the house and pretend it didn't happen. Am I clear?”

I sigh, annoyed.

“Vlad, if you think I was the one who crashed the car, it wasn't…”

Vlad interrupts:

“That's not the point! It's dangerous to go out there, after everything that happened. Did anyone see you there?”, he points to the casino

“The management wanted to talk to me.”

Vlad closes his eyes briefly, nodding. He closes the door and walks around to get in the car and, when he starts it, he shakes his head to the sides. An idea crosses my mind and, surprised, I put my hand to my lips.

“Vlad! What if it's my family? They recognized me, that's why they allowed me in without documents and wanted to talk to me. We need to go back!”, I turn towards Vlad.

Vlad lets out a little laugh.

“Yeah, who knows, right? It's best to talk to Dominique first, because he can explain what happened to you.”, Vlad shrugs

“Yes! I was even considering being a royal, but casino owner also suits me… wait!”, I put my hand to my forehead, “That's why everyone was looking at me. Now it makes perfect sense. And I thought it was the SMGS crazies behind me, I thought they worked for my father.”

Vlad doesn't answer and remains focused on the steering wheel. I pick up a small piece of the dress with my fingertips and rub it, anxious about the discovery and feeling relieved that I'm close to being reunited with my family and that all this confusion will be over. It makes a lot of sense. Relaxed, I settle into the seat. The journey to the mansion is quick. The tall bronze gates open, and the vehicle enters the stone path. A serene carp pond adorns the surroundings, the structure of the large house is five stories high, spacious and the walls painted raw. The windows are tall and look quite expensive, with gold details. The roof is French style and completes the grandeur of the building. Wall lamps are distributed throughout the vast tree-lined garden. Vlad doesn't go to the garage and parks in front of the entrance. I get out of the car, heading towards the modern door with the vertical handle. I enter at once, passing through the hall, taking off my hair tie and throwing it on top of the sideboard.

“Dominique!”, I enter the living room, my heels clicking against the marble floor.

The black retractable sofa that occupies the center of the space is empty. I pass by the black lacquered coffee table. The Chesterfield armchairs that occupy the other end have two suitcases on each. The imposing bar with high stools is misaligned. I go to the other end of the room, climbing the marble staircase, screaming hysterically for Dominique. What the hell! This house is so damn big, until I got to all the rooms, I lost half a day. There are more than 20 rooms and I don't even know them all. The way he was in such a state, he wouldn't have climbed the stairs for anything.

“Dominique! Oh, shit!”

“What the fuck is that shouting? Your voice is echoing in my head”,  I hear Dominique's voice on the second floor.

I take a step back, looking up and I don't see him.

“I found my family”, I say loudly.

“What?!”, Dominique appears on the ledge, leaning on it and looking at me.

“After you arrived, I went to the casino. You know, the one owned by the Le Blanc family?”

“I know, everyone knows it”, he keeps his gaze on mine

“When I went in, everyone was looking at me. And I won a lot of money, and Vlad took me out of there when the board wanted to talk to me. I even thought it might be those guys who were chasing me, but thinking about it, it can only be my family who found me and got to know me!”, when I’m done speaking, Dominique disappears from the ledge.

I roll my eyes, I don't even know why I'm surprised, it's typical. “Wow, but you’ve been there for three days”. Yeah, and I don't need more than that to know that he’s eternally “fuck that”.

I go down the stairs, crossing the room. I hear the elevator door open and Dominique walks through it, looking much better than he did this morning. His blond hair is washed, swept back, and he's shaved. He's wearing a black tie shirt and jeans.

His gray gaze meets mine.

“How old are you, Kiki?”, Dominique analyzes me, “Low guess, 22, high guess 25. In other words, I was 9 to 12 years old, and I can assure you that at that time the only things people did was jerk off and play video games, so I can assure you that I don't have a son. I'm the owner of the casino”, Dominique pauses for a moment, “How did you get there? And what great idea was that, ​​going to the casino, girl? Any minute now, as if you hadn't had a gun in your face. Are you crazy, damn it?!”

Shit! We're back to square one. I can't take this amnesia anymore and you know what's worse? I might never recover. The neurologist said I might remember, like I might just have memories or I might never have access to those memories again. I might never remember my name or where I came from.

“How am I going to find out who I am if I stay stuck in this house 24/7 doing nothing? I can't... I need to remember; I don't want to be like this for the rest of my life!”, I gesture.

“Not my problem. You have this house to protect yourself, but if you want me to send you back to the guys quickly, it'll be easy to find them. Unlike you, who don't exist in society. In vulgar terms, indigent”, Dominique says indifferently.

“Hey, Dom! What's with that long shower? Did you go buy a shower cap? I have time”, says the man with wavy hair above his shoulders, greenish eyes, an unshaven beard and is tall like the others, “Who’s that?”

“That's what I want to find out, Pierre. Simon just sent me a message saying that everyone at the casino is saying that she's the new Mrs. Le Blanc, look at the photo…”, he shows his cell phone to Pierre, turning his eyes to me, “You're soft, huh, child? Answer me!”, says the fourth man, blond, with blue eyes, slightly curly hair, like an angel, without wings or charisma.

“You all look like a bunch of gossipy old women. It doesn't matter who she is. She just has the charisma of a doorknob or rather the whole door!”, Dominique says, irritably, “Kiki!”

I stop on the steps when I hear Dominique's voice. His steps intensify. When I look back, I see him climbing the stairs, getting closer to me.

“Oh my God!”, I scream.

“Come back here, or I'll throw you out the window. I told you not to touch my things, damn it!, he says, outraged.”

When I reach the top of the stairs on the first floor, I turn on my heels when Dominique catches me, grabbing me by the arms.

“Here's the thing, instead of throwing me out the window, slam my head against the wall, hard!”, I get upset.

Dominique turns my body all at once, with intensity, pressing me against the wall strongly, and a brutality that makes me lose my breath and really enjoy the blow. My head wasn't even affected, but my body... his face leans over mine, leaving me tiny.

“Be careful, I might like it, huh, Dom?”, I tease, leaving him briefly speechless and pressing me tighter against the wall.

“The next time you touch my things, I'll turn you into a statue. You've been warned, Kiki.”

Dom lets go of me and heads back to the stairs, stopping briefly to look back and I give him a suggestive little smile and he resumes walking.