The arrogant Billionaire's PA

Engaged

"Hallo everyone. Hope you are having a wonderful evening. Am really in an ecstatic mood today. I have something to say, something that will change my life forever, whether it's for the worse or for the better, it's the person concerned who would determine that. If there was something I never believed in was love, especially love at first sight. To me this was fiction s**t that didn't make any sense. That was until I saw this special girl. The first time I laid my eyes on her was in the cover of a local fashion magazine and I felt this strange tag in my heart. I tried so many times to convince myself that I wasn't attracted to her but then we all know that love is the most beautiful yet the most complicated thing. When she started working for me,I tried hating her. I pushed her to the edge but she still responded with so much calmness. I had no option but accept my feelings for her. Briannah, I wanna say this, I love you so much,"He stared at me his eyes emitting so much affection.

What is going on? Because am totally confused. Dylan just confessed to be in love with me? Like really in love with me? As though the bombshell was not enough, his next words shocked me.

"I know this is too early to ask you this but the thought of you being mine is comforting. So I want to ask you officially, will you marry me Briannah?"

I had to blink twice to depict if I was in some kind of fantasy dream or it was real. I just stared at him confused several questions running through my mind. Didn't he tell me just a few moments ago that nothing would ever happen between us? Was this some kind of prank? Wasn't he the same man who hit me this morning? What about the insults? What about all the hatred he showered me with in the past few days?

"You should thank me for forcing you to advertise in that local magazine," Ranee's whisper startled me.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered back.

"Keeping my best friend company as she says yes to the Adonis of New York City," she smiled.

I turned to find Dylan had made his way to where I was standing and as I watched, he went down on one knee, a large diamond ring on his hand. He was really being serious? I stood starstruck. I wheeled round to look at Ranee but instead caught Mike's eye, who was silently begging me to say no. I stared at him because I knew deep down in my heart I felt some attraction towards him. In every bit of sense, he was good looking and charming. A tap on my shoulder brought me back to reality. I turned to Ranee as she whispered excitedly.

"Everyone is waiting," and sure thing, everyone's eyes were digging holes into my skin.

Goosebumps formed on my arms and that's how I feel whenever I get too much attention. What was I even suppose to say? Should I say no or yes? If I say no, I'll have to face his anger from now on and on top of that pay for that million dollar suit and if I say yes I would hurt Mike but I would still have the chance to find out what he is hiding from me. As for love, I wasn't sure that I felt the same about him, maybe just some deep attraction. For all I care he was sexy and definitely his attractive muscularity was hard not to notice. Besides that I had already agreed to say yes to him.

I smiled enigmatically before mouthing the word yes to him. Resounding claps followed as he slipped the ring on my finger. I don't know whether it was a figment of my imagination but there was some feeling accompanying the ring. It felt...oddly familiar, like I have worn it before. Maybe I was just over thinking it. Having amnesia really messes with people minds.

When I turned, Mike was nowhere to be seen. I knew I had hurt him beyond words. Why was I even concluding that when maybe he just sees me as a friend? He has never shown any interest in me as a woman. When I faced Dylan again, he was standing, staring at me and....smirking. Why was he smirking?

Dylan's POV

Finally it was done. Everything had fallen in place much easier than I thought. Just to get back at her I know I have to do anything that works and the love card seemed much easier to play. For a split of a second I had thought she was going to say no. I smirked watching her smiling clueless to what I had planned on mind. Now I was going to rip all that happiness from her just like she had done to me. I was going to make sure she had a taste of the same pain she caused me.

It was funny though how she had actually believed that I loved her. I had seen the look in her eyes when I said I loved her. She had been overwhelmed but her happiness was not going to last for long. The moment we are married at going to torture her like she did to me. I gave her a quick smile when I noticed her look turn into one of curiosity.

Briannah's POV

He pulled me by the waist, while raising his glass to the crowd.

"This is to my engagement to the most gorgeous lady in the universe," the crowd drank to the toast.

I smiled and for some reason the prospect of being engaged to Dylan sounded great. I only hoped I had made the right decision. He looked at me, and leaned in, his male scent numbing every part of my being. Finally he was going to kiss me. His face was just a few inches from mine and everyone seemed to become non-existent except for Dylan and I. I closed my eyes waiting to feel his lips crashing in mine but instead...

"Am such a lucky man to have gotten you," he whispered making my eyes flutter open.

He wasn't going to kiss me. I just pretended to smile as though nothing just happened.

"I know tomorrow is a Saturday but we have to go Miami,"he suddenly spoke.

We were already going on a holiday?Just the two of us?

"It's not a holiday but for a two day conference that I'll be addressing. As much as I wanted to have time with you alone darling, it's impossible because we will be going with Mike too," he answered as though reading my thoughts.

"W-with Mike?" I stuttered moving from his grip.

"Yeah. Why are you surprised?" he scrutinized me.

"I just need some fresh air. I'll be at the balcony if you need me," I stated already detaching myself from him.

"Okay," he dragged.

The thought of me being with only Mike and Dylan on the trip didn't sound appealing at all. I stepped into the balcony and almost wished I hadn't. Mike stood there immaculate on his black suit, his back onme. Maybe I should just turn back and go inside but before I could make a single step, he spoke.

"Guess you are happy now," he turned to look at me, a forlorn expression covering his ever smiling face.

"Mike are you mad at me?" he broke into laughter.

"Why would I be mad?" he threw one hand in the air in a carefree manner.

"You left when Dylan proposed to me. Why did you leave Mike?"

"Not something you'd want to know," he replied.

"But I still wanna know," I insisted.

"Really? And why is that? Why do you want to know? Why does even me leaving bother you? You made a decision to get married to Dylan, what else do you want? You got the man of every ladies dream, right? Why give a damn about the unlucky guys like us who never get anything they want? And yet you never bothered to tell me you had feelings for Dylan. Go ahead, get married to Dylan, have a couple of kids and a happy ever after," he threw his hands up in the air.

What caught me off guard was the pain laced in his voice. He suddenly wheeled round and walked inside, not sparing a single glance my direction. I wish I could follow him and tell him I was actually not in love with Dylan. That I just wanted to find out what Dylan was hiding from me.

"Aren't you supposed to be inside instead of standing out here looking so sad as though someone pissed on your Cheetos?" Ranee questioned stepping into the balcony

"I just needed to clear my head. Everything just happened so fast," I lied smoothly.

"I know right. I still can't believe you two are finally getting married. I always knew you would end up together. Oh! How much I missed seeing you wearing that ring! I can't seem to get it in my head that Dylan gave you the same ring you were given back then when you and La-" she stopped ranting, her eyes widening, her hand on her mouth.

"What do you mean you missed seeing me wearing this ring? And has Dylan ever given this ring to me before? Is that supposed to mean I know Dylan from my past?" I pressed on.

"W-what! I d-didn't say anything like that," her stuttering gave her away.

"Ranee, you have to tell what all that is supposed to mean. I need to know all this s**t you've been keeping from me," I crossed my arms, staring at her waiting for an answer.

She fiddled with her French manicured fingernails before scratching her head, all this while avoiding eye contact. I tapped my fingers on my arm impatiently. For some reason knowing my past was scaring me but there was no way I was backing down now.

"Am running out of time Ranee and as you can see I have a party to attend," I snapped becoming impatient.

"But there is nothing to tell," the words stumbled out of her mouth slowly.

"I know that there is a lot to tell," I demanded, suddenly feeling angry.

Why didn't she want to tell me about my past? It was my past for f***s sake! Was she protecting me or someone else, someone like Dylan? I was tired of living in the darkness of my own life.

"There is nothing-"

"Just spill now!" I snarled through gritted teeth.

"You really don't wanna do this Briannah. Let's leave the past and focus on your happiness now," her reasoning was really lame.

"Happiness? My happiness lies in knowing about my past, about knowing who I really am,"

"But I already told you about your origin and-" I cut her off.

"Am talking about Dylan and I," why was she being difficult?

"You really don't wanna know anything about that,"

"Who are you protecting? Is it Dylan? Did he do something to me?"

"No he didn't do anything to you," she quickly added," And am not protecting him. Am protecting you,"

"Me? The only thing you should be worried about now is me finding out about my past. Because for your information my memory has started coming back. So you better tell me what happened between Dylan and I," her eyes had grown larger than saucers.

"Thats impossible. Your memory can't come back,"

"And why not?"

"Well, the doctor declared it wouldn't come back,"

"And we both know he isn't God," I said before continuing,"So now are you ready to tell me what happened between Dylan and I?"

The way she looked at me, I knew she was going to start spilling and yet the thought of knowing my past was terrifying me. She opened her mouth to speak.