The Wild and Charming Groom

This was originally published in 2015 before becoming an ebook in 2017. (I’ve slightly changed the heroine’s name.^^) “I remember now, Tyler. I was never your fiancé. You’re a fraud!”
the young woman shouted, her lips trembling with anger. That morning, after a flash of light entered her mind, Chermal was like a flickering light bulb. But as she sat still, the clearer images began to piece together. Images of her beloved Grandma Elmila, her parents, her family… but he… he had nothing to do with her. The young woman was filled with confusion. Then, as she gradually remembered, memories flooded back like a raging torrent. The image of Tyler walking into her pastry shop, and the moment he pulled Red away from her. Yes, Red, the man who wouldn’t stop pestering her. The library, the places she loved to go… everything she had forgotten, she remembered it all perfectly that evening, still sitting in the same chair she had been in since morning, not daring to move for fear that the returning memories would scatter and disappear if she shifted.
“I remember everything,”
the young man repeated. Damn it, Tyler!
“Yes!” “And now, I remember… last night… you violated me!”
the woman roared, pulling her hands from behind her back. It was a security baton! Where did she get something like that?
“Surprised, aren’t you? I asked your housekeeper,” she replied.
Housekeepers carry these things?! The young man narrowed his eyes, assessing Chermal’s demeanor. From what he’d experienced, the hot girl from Fairfield wasn’t unreasonable; on the contrary, she was quite understanding. She would never use that to hurt him… or would she?
“Chermarn Reese, I have several good reasons to explain everything.”
“Of course, we’ll talk about that, but only after I’ve bashed your thick skull in! How dare you trick me into coming here!”
The woman grabbed the baton and made a motion to strike him. Tyler backed away. He wasn’t afraid of that little stick. In fact, he could disarm Chermal, but that would only make her angrier.
“How dare you make me look like such an idiot!”
It was like a deranged woman going on a rampage. As Chermal raised the baton, Tyler lunged at her. He grabbed the hand holding the baton, raising it high, while his other arm wrapped around her waist. Chermal hissed like a cat before stomping on his foot. Tyler swore and pulled her down, causing them both to fall to the ground. He landed first, fearing she would get hurt on the uncarpeted floor. His broad back hit the ground with a loud thud. The baton immediately fell from her hand, and the woman, still held tightly against him, angrily exclaimed,
“Let me go! How dare you! How dare you!”

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