Billionaire’s Great Obsession

Two days later, Levi knocked at Chris’ office door, carrying a bag of documents and photos.

“Come in,” Scott said, his eyes fixed on his laptop, trying to focus on work and not to think about Brianna.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Good Morning, Mr. Anderson. Here are some documents and photos of Mrs. Brianna Anderson.” Levi handed Scott the bag.

“Have you spoken to her mother?” Scott asked. He somehow felt that he was going to discover something that would change everything.

“Yes. I have. There was something in particular that I think you should probably know. It happened when Mrs. Brianna Anderson was about eight years old.”

Scott looked up at Levi, surprised, expecting.

“According to Mrs. Sue Loran, Mrs. Anderson had a fever when she was around eight years old and lost part of her memories.” Levi went on.

“Did she say how and why?” Scott asked eagerly.

“She said Mrs. Anderson had fallen into icy water that winter and caught a bad cold. She also mentioned that she probably had the accident of saving a stranger, but she had never seen the man. She only heard Mrs. Anderson muttering something about a man when she had a terrible fever and was unconscious.” Levi said and noticed that Scott seemed emotional.

Scott then understood why the little girl never came back after visiting him for a few days. She must have been sick herself when she came to see me with food and medication. That’s why she never came back. She had fallen sick, and she didn’t remember me.

The memories of the little angel saving him on the icy winter day were now so vivid in Scott’s mind. He could see her face so clearly. But the mole. She doesn’t have the mole. He thought.

He opened the bag and poured out the photos anxiously. There were photos of Brianna from when she was a baby to the time she met Scott. Scott flipped through them quickly, then he suddenly stopped and held up a photo of Brianna when she was a little girl. It was a clear photo of Brianna looking right at the camera.

Scott gazed at the face in the photo. There were tears in his eyes. It was the exact face of the girl he remembered.

He saw the mole at the corner of her left eye.

There was silence for a couple of minutes till Levi asked tentatively, “Mr. Anderson?”

Scott then slowly took his eyes off the photo, looked at Levi, and gestured to him to leave.

As Levi went out and closed the door behind, Scott smiled, and tears ran down his face. It’s you. You are the one. He thought, and it dawned on him that he was so lucky to have found her accidentally. It’s meant to be. It must be. He told himself. But what about Sol? Who is she? I’ve mistaken her all these years, yet she never told me the truth!

His heart was beating fast. Calm down, Scott. He told himself. He couldn’t wait for the day to end to see Brianna at home tonight, though he knew that she was just at the secretaries’ office now.

There were still many questions in his head. He gave Levi a call. “Check on Sol.” Scott said, “Sol Keaton.” He then added. The thought that she had lied to him displeased him.

“Yes, Mr. Anderson,” Levi said, wondering what Scott was trying to find or what he had found.

The day seemed to go by extraordinarily slowly for Scott, and when it was clock-out time, he asked Jeff to be sure to take Brianna back home straight away.

It had been a productive day at work for Brianna, and she felt great when Andy Jordan had decided on the design. Whenever her mind was not occupied with work, she thought of Scott. She was thinking of going out for a drink with Jodie to have a little celebration for the completion of the design, feeling quite disappointed that Scott didn’t even say anything about it. However, Jeff told her about Scott’s request and took her home, and it got her worried. She wondered what it was about.

He has probably finally decided… to divorce me. Brianna thought. Sitting in the car, watching the traffic go by, she clenched her hands nervously as she wondered about what was going to happen to her life. The thought of leaving Scott made her heartache though she had been telling herself that the day was to come sooner or later, and she had to learn to be independent.

She was too anxious to eat that night and sat on the balcony in her room with a book, waiting anxiously.

Suddenly, she heard the footsteps of Scott, and she felt her heart racing. She remained seated, her back facing the door, and listened carefully. The door opened. He came closer to her. She took a deep breath as if to pluck up all her courage and suddenly stood up and turned around to face him.

“You have decided…” She started and was stopped right there as Scott took her into his arms and kissed her. He kissed her like he was to make up for the intimacies that he had missed in the past days and nights; he kissed her so eagerly as if he wanted to melt her into his embrace. Brianna had her eyes wide open at first, stunned and utterly confused, then she surrendered to his tenderness and passion.

It was after a while when Brianna realized that Scott was in tears. It confused her even more. Is this a goodbye kiss? She thought and let it go on. If it was the last kiss, she wished it would last forever.

Gently and slowly, Scott moved his lips off hers and finished the kiss with a tender peck on her forehead. He held her in his arms softly yet assertively.

“Scott, why do you cry?” Brianna finally spoke.

Silence.

Brianna waited.

“Scott?” she spoke again tentatively, “Is this our goodbye kiss?” she wanted to know the answer as much as she was worried.