Secretly Mine
Chapter 124: Traces of a Woman [Christian POV]

Chapter 124: Traces of a Woman [Christian POV]

"Liam, I’m going home today. I’ve already missed a day of work," I said in a serious tone.

"Christian, you have a rib fracture in two places. Why don’t you just stay here for a while longer?" he pleaded.

He massaged his temples, looking at me with frustration. I’ve been asking to leave since the day I woke up, but he insisted I stay.

"I feel fine. Fractures can heal on their own. You already told me it wasn’t too serious," I pushed, blocking any possible excuses.

"Fine, but you need to be careful. I’m more worried about your mental state than your physical," he replied. He walked over to his computer and began typing something. "I’ll sign off on your discharge papers, but I will be coming over regularly to check on you."

I nodded, agreeing to his request.

"The nurse will be here shortly to bring you your things. Everything you arrived in the hospital with has been kept for you."

"Thanks, Liam," I answered.

"But I must say, you’re choice of socks was very amusing to me," he laughed just before leaving the room.

Choice of socks? Did I mismatch colors or something?

Most, if not all, of my socks were black. I never paid much attention to the socks I wore, so his comment piqued my curiosity.

I continued to lie on my hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to arrive. It took her nearly an hour to finally show up.

"Sorry for the delay, Mr. Vittoria. We had a small issue with another patient that took up most of my time," she apologized.

My initial anger subsided after her explanation. At first, I thought that Liam was trying to trick me into staying longer.

She handed me a large plastic bag full of my things from the night of the accident and another paper bag.

"Here is a set of new clothing, it was sent over by a man named Jonathan," she explained before turning to leave the room.

I looked at the new clothing briefly before turning to inspect the items in the clear plastic bag. Everything looked to be exactly as it was when they brought me here, dirty and torn.

I first pulled out my wallet. Nothing was missing, not even the emergency cash I always carried with me. Liam gave me my phone yesterday so I could inform Blake and Jonathan about my condition and keep an eye on my work.

I did my best to scan through my phone to find any suspicious messages or anything that could help point me in the direction of my accident, but after combing through it all, I didn’t see anything.

Next, I pulled out my clothes. They were all formal, befitting the auction event.

Socks...let’s see what’s so strange about these socks.

I sorted through the clothing until I found a ball of black socks. At first glance, they looked very ordinary, but when I took a closer look, I couldn’t hold back my surprise.

Why on earth would I wear something like this?

A small embroidery of a cute kitten looked back at me as I held the socks in front of me. So many questions sprang up in my mind that I began to feel dizzy.

I hardly recognize myself...

More than ever, I wanted to get my memories back to see what drove me to wear such embarrassing socks.

After placing the socks to the side, I glanced at the other articles of clothing. My shirt and jacket were dirty and slightly torn. Nothing about it looked like there were signs of struggle, but I knew that I couldn’t rely on just some clothing to rule that out.

Next were my pants. They were in better condition than the shirt and jacket, but still had some dirt towards the bottom.

"Looks like there wasn’t anything of use here. Outside of the socks, everything looks to be in order," I mumbled, tossing the old clothes back in the bag.

Just as I was about to toss the pants back in, I felt something in one of the pockets.

What’s this?

I reached into the pocket and pulled out the contents, nearly dropping them on the ground.

"What?!"

A pair of black lace panties appeared in my hands. My mind went completely blank as I looked at them with a mix of shock and confusion.

What are these doing in my pocket? Did someone plant them here or were they placed here by me....?

This discovery was even more shocking than the socks. They were small, delicate, and sexy. A part of me stirred from seeing them.

Closing my eyes, I tried my best to figure out what was wrong with me. The fact that I felt even a tinge of arousal from these panties was even more shocking to me than finding them in my pocket.

Oh, how I want to get my memories back. This is too much. Please tell me these aren’t Morgan’s....

The idea of them being Morgan’s made me sick. My initial arousal vanished instantly and was replaced with a stomach-turning repulsiveness.

Based on my reaction, they don’t seem to be her...at least I hope not. But if they’re not hers, who else’s could they be?

I had no memory of being interested or intimate with anyone in recent history. There was an old fling back in my university days, but there was no way they were hers.

My head began to hurt from all of the thinking, causing me to throw the panties into the plastic bag with the rest of my old clothes and ignore them for now.

I’ll figure it out later. I need to get out of here first before Liam changes his mind.

I turned my attention to the paper bag with the new clothes and quickly changed into them. Jonathan carefully chose slightly looser-fitting clothes made from comfortable materials, making them nice to wear.

"I’ll have to thank him for all his considerations," I said as I zipped up the light jacket.

Just as I finished getting changed, Liam returned with the completed discharge paperwork.

"Please call me if anything happens. And if you care about our friendship, please try not to force yourself to remember everything at once. It could seriously do more harm than good."

I wanted to roll my eyes, but the seriousness in his expression caused me to reply with a curt nod.

"Don’t worry. You’ll be seeing me enough to asses how I’m doing. I just want to go home and regain some kind of normalcy in my life. My company isn’t going to run itself," I said, smiling towards the end of my sentence.

"Yeah, yeah. You business people are a different breed. Normally, people would be excited to take a break from working," Liam replied, waving his hand.

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After finishing the discharge procedures, I made my way outside to where Jonathan was waiting for me in the car. I was originally planning to drive myself home, but after Liam’s and Jonathan’s insistence, I allowed Jonathan to drive me instead.

"Congratulations on your discharge. How are you feeling, sir?" asked Jonathan as I entered the car.

"Thanks, I feel fine. It’s just a minor ache and memory loss. I’ll rely on you to bring me up to speed on a few things that I may have forgotten.

"Of course, sir. Just ask me anytime."

The drive was uneventful, and nothing seemed too different from what I remembered. We arrived at my villa in less than twenty minutes.

"Finally, I can sleep in my bed tonight," I said, glad to be home.

I made my way upstairs to my room, carrying the plastic bag of clothing with me.

"Sir, would you like me to clean that?" Jonathan asked, noticing the bag.

I quickly hid it behind me, hoping that the panties weren’t visible. "No, it’s okay. I want to leave them as is in case there’s any evidence about my accident."

Without waiting for his reply, I quickly made it over to my room, closing the door behind me. The last thing I wanted was to be questioned as to why I had women’s panties in my possession. I threw the bag on the nightstand and made my way over to take a shower.

After lying in the hospital for the last few days, all I wanted was to take a nice hot shower. Thankfully, none of my injuries were serious enough that I had to avoid water.

As soon as I stepped into the shower, I realized there was something different.

Did I start using a new shampoo? I don’t recognize this brand.

I poured some into my hand, and immediately, a very soft floral scent spread through the shower. It was a very pleasant scent, but it was clearly made for women.

A woman’s shampoo? What next? A closet full of women’s clothes?

First, the panties and now the shampoo. The way things started to look made it seem like I really was in some sort of intimate relationship with a woman. But who?

As the hot water ran down my body, I thought of who this woman could be. I tried to picture Morgan once more, but immediately scrapped that thought.

I swear, if I got intimate with Morgan Moresi of all the people in the world, I won’t let myself live it down.

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