Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Amelia’s POV

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I had expected my first date with my fated mate would have shifted my entire worldview, helping me see new things from fresh perspectives, all angles filled with love. Instead, it was just… fine.

Ian was polite and kind. He opened the doors for me and took my arm as we entered the restaurant. Jake had already called with reservations, so the hostess led us to the best table in the house, the one near the windows that allowed us to look out at the people passing by on the street.

Unfortunately, that meant that my attention was claimed elsewhere several times.

This latest time, Ian cleared his throat, and I looked over at him.

He gave me a soft smile that was more hopeful than angry. “I hope I’m not boring you.”

“Not at all,” I said, which was the truth. I wasn’t bored, and Ian seemed like a decent guy. This mental straying was entirely my fault because my heart wasn’t fully in this.

I wanted it to be, but my heart was stubborn. As much as I wanted to see lan differently, when I looked at him and thought of our future, I could only see us as friends.

That wasn’t fair to him, I knew. Or to myself, if he was truly my fated mate as Jake and my parents suspected. Maybe, because my wolf was dormant, my ability to detect my fated mate was just… broken. In these past six years, I felt like there was much about me that wasn’t quite right. This could just be one more thing that was wrong with me.

But if that was true, then I really did need to give this my best shot. If this man was my fated mate, I didn’t want to blow a potentially happy future together just because I was broken now.

Someday, I might be fixed, and it was for that person, the future-me, that I needed to work extra hard in the present.

“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I mustn’t have had enough sleep last night for my mind to wander like this. I know it’s rude…”

“I just want to make sure you are having a good time,” Ian said. “I never want you to feel like you are trapped with me. If there’s somewhere else you’d rather be…”

“There isn’t,” I said. If there was, I couldn’t remember it.

He accepted the words at face value. “Alright. Well, why don’t you tell me something about yourself, Annette?”

I shrug, “Everyone already knows all there is to know about me. After my memory reset six years ago, I don’t even really know myself. I’m afraid there’s no secrets to tell.”

I wanted to be truthful with him, but this was my first big lie of the night. I did have a secret that I kept from everyone but myself.

My fantasy man still visited me in my dreams. He was tall, with broad shoulders and deep blue eyes. Every inch of him spoke of his strength, yet when he held me, cupping my cheek or slowly taking off my clothes, he was gentle, like I was someone so infinitely precious to him.

Though he was a figment of my imagination, he seemed so rea. I felt like I knew him, as impossible as that was. I knew he had a name, and it always sat on the tip of my tongue, just out of reach.

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What I felt with that fantasy moment in my dreams was so much more passionate and intense that what I was feeling now with Ian.

But that wasn’t fair to Ian, was it? My fantasy man wasn’t real. No one could compete with the perfect imaginings of fantasy.

“Annette?” Ian said.

I blinked, and realized I had spaced out again. “Oh, Ian. I’m sorry.”

This time, though his smile remained, the hope in it dimmed, replaced my disappointment.

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