Free The Pharaoh's Kiss (Reincarnation Romance Chronicles Book 3) by Dana Michelle Burnett Page B

“Okay.”
    Alex looked at his watch, “I’ll get rid of whoever that is and we’ll go down for breakfast, okay?”
    He closed the door behind him as he walked out into the sitting room. I was just about to get out of bed when there was a commotion from the other room.
    “Where is she?” A strange voice asked.
    “Who are you?” Alex demanded, “What do you want?”
    “I’m here for Samantha.” The strange male voice said, “I know she’s here, now where is she?”
    “Who are you?”
    “I’m Jeremy Korte,” the man said. “I understand my fiancée Samantha Turner is here. I want to know where she is right this minute.”
    I pulled on one of Alex’s T-shirts and slipped into my shorts. I stepped cautiously out into the main room.
    There, standing almost toe to toe with Alex, was a strange man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was slightly taller than Alex, but fairer, almost pale in comparison. He turned and looked at me, his angular features spreading into a smile.
    “Oh thank God!” The strange man said, “You’re safe.”
    Suddenly he had me in his arms, hugging me to him. I squirmed away from him, looking up at him with no recognition. I backed away toward Alex.
    “Alex, who is this?” I asked.
    “He says he is your fiancé,” Alex said in a tight voice.
    “Fiancé...” I mumbled and looked back over to this stranger, “I can’t have a fiancé.”
    “Well,” Alex said with a sigh. “It would seem that you do.”
    I looked back over at the man, seeing him taking me in from head to toe.
    “Perhaps,” he said with an embarrassed cough, “You should get dressed and then we can talk.”
    Suddenly I felt as though I was standing there naked. I looked at Alex, but he had his arms crossed and his head down so that I couldn’t see his eyes. Why wouldn’t he look at me?
    I went back into the bedroom, and put on the clothes that I was found in that first day. I looked in the mirror.
    Samantha... I don’t feel like a Samantha...
    It had to be some mistake. I couldn’t be engaged. I just couldn’t be.
    I went back out to where Alex and this Jeremy Korte were waiting for me. I tried to meet Alex’s eyes, but he still he wouldn’t look at me, so I turned to Jeremy.
    “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.” I said, “I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t see how we can be engaged or anything.”
    “We are,” he said with a smile.
    “Would I feel something if that was true?”
    “I would hope so,” he said with that same smile.
    I looked at Alex, but he turned away.
    “So what happened?” I demanded as I turned back to Jeremy Korte. “How did I get lost?”
    Jeremy shrugged, “I don’t know. I went out to get us some lunch and when I came back you were gone.”
    “Why did it take you so long to find me?” I demanded.
    I went to the police the next day,” Jeremy said. “And I searched the streets all night. I thought I lost you forever until I saw you getting on the elevator that day at the hospital.”
    You were the man that looked at me so strange that day...This can’t be true...It just can’t be...
    I turned back to Alex, “Alex, would you please look at me?”
    Alex turned, looked at me for the briefest of moments, and then dropped his eyes back down to the floor, “He has your wallet and some photos of the two of you on his phone. So I have to believe he is telling the truth.”
    I twisted my hands together and looked around the room, feeling sick to my stomach. What was I supposed to do now?
    “Samantha,” Jeremy said as he stepped toward me. He reached out as if he were going to touch my arm, but then seemed to think better of it and let it drop back to his side. “Are you alright?”
    “I don’t remember you,” I said simply. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t.”
    Jeremy nodded, “Mr. Patel here was just explaining your condition to me. I promise I’ll get you the very best help, doctors, psychiatrists –”
    I shook my head and held up my hands,