strange CEO

The CEO was confused, his mind racing with the familiarity of the name Eunice. He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere. Eunice Alan, he thought to himself, sitting in a bar at night, lost in thought.

A stranger approached him, curiosity etched on his face.

"What on earth are you talking about?" he asked

The CEO didn't respond, too engrossed in his thoughts.

"What on earth is this girl?" he muttered to himself. "She's the one I knew before... before I had plastic surgery. What is she doing here? why is she my secretary? now I remember her, damn!"

The stranger's voice broke through the CEO's reverie.

"You've been talking to yourself for over thirty minutes. I thought I'd ask if everything is okay."

The CEO snapped back to reality, slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah, thanks for caring. I'm fine, just stressed out."

The stranger nodded sympathetically.

"No problem, anytime. I was just worried about you."

"I appreciate it," the CEO said, taking a sip of his drink.

As the CEO sat there, sipping his drink and collecting his thoughts, the stranger introduced himself as Henry. They struck up a conversation, and the CEO found himself opening up to Justin about his encounter with Eunice.

Henry listened intently, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"So, let me get this straight," he said, summarizing the CEO's story. "You're saying that this Eunice woman is someone you knew before, but she doesn't seem to recognize you because of your plastic surgery?"

The CEO nodded, feeling a sense of frustration and confusion.

"That's right. And to make matters worse, she's now working for me. I don't know what to do."

Henry leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

"I think you need to find out more about her," he said. "Maybe there's something in her past that's connected to yours."

The CEO's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities.

"You know, Henry, I think you might be onto something there. I was her first love"

Henry's eyes widened in surprise.

"You were her first love?" he repeated.

The CEO nodded, a nostalgic look on his face.

"Yes. We were young, and it was a passionate, all consuming love. But it ended badly, and I had to leave her behind because of the mistake that I made."

Henry let out a low whistle.

"And now, she's working for you, with no idea who you really are."

The CEO's expression turned introspective.

"I know. It's like fate has given me a second chance to make things right. But I'm not sure if I should reveal my true identity to her."

Henry leaned in, his voice low.

"That's a tough decision. But one thing's for sure you can't keep your secret hidden forever."

The CEO sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I know. I just don't want to hurt her again. I hurt her so badly in the past, and I don't know if she'll ever be able to forgive me."

Henry nodded sympathetically.

"I understand your concerns, but don't you think you owe it to her to be honest? She deserves to know the truth about your past and your connection to her."

The CEO looked at Henry, searching for guidance.

"What do you think I should do?"

Henry leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I think you should take things slow and get to know her again. See if there's still a connection between you two, and then decide if you should reveal your true identity to her."

The CEO nodded, considering Henry's advice.

"You're right. I need to take things slow and get to know her again. But what if she discovers my true identity before I'm ready to reveal it?"

Henry smiled. "Then you'll just have to deal with the consequences. But I think it's worth the risk. You owe it to yourself and to Eunice to be honest."

The CEO nodded, feeling a sense of determination.

"You're right. I'll take things slow and get to know her again. And then, I'll decide if I should reveal my true identity to her."

Henry clapped the CEO on the back.

"That's the spirit. Now, I gotta go, goodnight man."

The CEO smiled, feeling a sense of hope and renewal.

"Goodnight." He replied and watch the guy as he left the bar

**************

I was washing dishes at night, after dinner, when I felt a hand wrap around my wrist and a kiss on my neck.

"Oh, what's wrong with you?" I said, startled. "Stop!"

Jace chuckled and held me closer.

"Why are you starving me of affection?" he teased.

I turned to face him, a mix of annoyance and amusement on my face.

"I'm not starving you of affection, I'm just trying to get the dishes done."

Jace smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You look so beautiful with soap suds on your hands."

I rolled my eyes, laughing.

"You're such a charmer."

Jace grinned and kissed me again.

"Hey, someone's got to keep the romance alive around here."

I smiled and playfully pushed him away.

"Go sit down, I'll be done with the dishes soon."

Jace chuckled and obeyed, sitting down at the kitchen table with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I'm just trying to keep things interesting around here," he said, grinning at me.

I shook my head, laughing.

"You're something else, Jace."

As I finished up the dishes, I wiped my hand with the towel and he came up to me again

"Hey, beautiful," he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and leaned back into him, feeling his warmth and comfort, at least I wasn't avoiding him like before, he was my husband.

"Hey, handsome," I replied.

Jace chuckled and kissed my neck,

"Come here I have a gist", he drag me to the couch on the living room and we sat down, he started telling me about his day, and I listened intently,

"I had a crazy day at work today."

I turned to him, curious.

"Oh, yeah? What happened?"

Jace smiled wryly.

"We had a case come in, a woman who killed her own 5 year old daughter."

I gasped, shocked.

"Oh my god, that's horrific."

Jace nodded grimly.

"Yeah, it's a tough one. But the thing is, she's not even aware of what she did. She has mental health issues, and she needs to be taken to a psychiatric hospital."

I shook my head, feeling a mix of sadness and anger.

"It's just so tragic," I said.

Jace nodded, his eyes somber.

"Yeah, it's a tough world we live in."

As Jace continued to talk, I found myself getting lost in his eyes, his voice, his presence. He was so charming, so captivating, and I felt myself melting into him.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of déjà vu. I looked at Jace's lips, and I remembered another pair of lips, another man's kiss.

"Justin..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Jace's eyes snapped to mine, confusion written across his face. "What? I'm not Justin."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized my mistake. "I'm sorry... I mean Jace."

Jace smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"It's okay," he said.

Without thinking, I turned to him and kissed him forcefully, my lips crashing against his. Jace responded immediately, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me close.

As we made love that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was with Justin, not Jace. I saw Justin's face in Jace's, felt Justin's lips on mine.

It was as if my past and present had collided, and I was lost in the chaos.