Sebastian took a step forward, placing his hands on her shoulders and lowering them to her arms. Calista felt a knot of apprehension forming in her stomach. She knew Calista Dover and Sebastian weren't blood related but that still didn't make this okay. She grimaced as his hands tightened around her upper arms and she turned her head away.

"This isn't right, Sebastian. I don't want to remember this way."

"Too bad." He chuckled before coming closer to her. "Shall we begin now?"

She could feel his hot breath on her cheeks and she made a slight whimpering sound. "Please stop."

"No, I won't let you off the hook this time," Sebastian muttered before slightly shaking her. "Us fighting should bring back your memories. We argued often enough in the past. Why do you keep causing trouble?"

"Wh-what?"

Calista looked back at Sebastian expecting to see a man surrounded in a haze of lust. Instead she saw a man shrouded in fury.

"Do you know how much trouble you're causing? First with that attorney this morning and now with Yvonne Barrette. Are you trying to embarrass me?"

"E-embarrass you?"

Sebastian released her and walked away, unbuttoning the top button on his dress shirt. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and exhaled deeply. "I'm trying my best to be patient with you. If you had your memories back, you'd know that." Sebastian's eyes narrowed as he glanced at her. "Wouldn't you?"

"Uh...yes, of course," Calista answered. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing the spot Sebastian had held. "You know I can't remember anything."

"Then I'm going to need you to trust me, Calista."

"Of course I trust you. You're my brother."

A few beats of silence passed before he looked away and nodded. "That's right. I'm your brother."

"I didn't mean to bump into that woman. True, I was distracted but she was rude."

"Enough. Luckily, it didn't turn into a big scene. Hopefully, she'll be too embarrassed to mention this incident to her father."

"Will it be a problem if she does?" Calista asked.

Sebastian sighed. "More like an annoyance."

"I'm sorry."

His eyes raked over Calista whose head was bowed, her hands in front of her. She resembled a child being chastised. Sebastian's face morphed into an expression of confusion as if he didn't know what to do with her.

"I think we should start over," Sebastian said slowly.

"Start over? What do you mean?"

"Before your accident, you and I didn't exactly get along," Sebastian said, making his way to sit on the oversized loveseat in the hotel room.

"Why didn't we get along?"

Sebastian shrugged. "Probably a difference in personalities. You were more of a free spirit who did whatever she wanted while I wasn't. I'm still not."

"You do seem very no-nonsense."

Sebastian gave a shadow of a smile. "Business is everything to me. It's what our family has worked for. With father gone and Pop Pop ill, I'm the only one left to run things."

"That's true," Calista said softly.

Sebastian shook his head. "This is when you should've reminded me that you're here to help."

Calista's eyes widened. "Oh, right. Of course."

"I'm kidding."

"Oh..."

"I know you don't like working at the office," Sebastian said. "I'm sorry for making you go there. It's still important to me that you do."

"Why?"

"With all the bad press we've gotten because of St. Anthony's church, I needed to show you in a different light. I needed everyone to know that you're not just some rich party girl."

"I'm not?" Calista had heard differently from her friend Janelle after she scrounged through old copies of the newspaper and online articles from tabloids.

"Of course you're not."

"Well, you're not just a strict businessman." Calista grinned. "You're also a good brother to be looking out for me."

He shrugged. "It's also helping the company."

"No, this is when you should've left that part out." Calista grinned, slightly mimicking Sebastian's earlier words. "Sebastian, I know you're angry but I'm probably going to keep making mistakes. Are you sure you want me mingling with your business associates?"

"It'll be fine. As long as you try your best, everything will work out."

"What if I get my memories back? Will you hate me?"

He stared at his hands. "What makes you think that would cause me to hate you?"

Calista felt her mouth go dry. She cleared her throat. "You said we didn't get along. I think we are at this moment."

"And?"

"And I don't want to get on your bad side," Calista admitted. "You seem like the type of person who I wouldn't want as an enemy."

Sebastian nodded. "That's true."

"So if I suddenly get my memory back and remember I dislike you, I don't want us to start fighting. Since I've been in the hospital, you've been really kind. You're the only person I've been able to depend on. I don't want you to hate me."

Sebastian leaned back into the sofa and crossed his arms, scrutinizing her words. "Even if we fought, I couldn't hate you. You're my sister."

"Still..."

"It takes effort to hate. I'd rather be indifferent. Now let's say you were to lie to me...or purposely deceive me...then I might hate you. Then you'd really know what's it's like to have me as an enemy."

Calista gulped. "If...if I lied to you?"

"Yes, I despise liars."

Sebastian's phone rang and he glanced at Calista before answering it. "Yes, Roger. I'm in the suite. Don't forget the files I asked for. Yes, I'll see you in a bit." He turned to Calista. "I reserved this room because I have business to do."

"You can't do it at home?"

The corner of Sebastian's mouth tilted up. "No. In the morning, a few investors are checking in and I want to greet them first thing. It's more convenient if I'm here."

Calista nodded. "I guess I should get going."

"Yes."

She padded towards the door, her heels sinking into the plush carpeting, before turning back to stare at Sebastian. He was reading something on his phone. She wondered if he had already dismissed her from his thoughts.

"I'm leaving," she said but he didn't respond. She opened the door and quietly shut it behind her.

After she was gone, Sebastian looked up. The woman was strange, that's for sure. Was she purposely trying to deceive him? His mind was telling him she was but she didn't seem like a manipulative person. Not once had she asked about money or property since he had brought her home from the hospital. If anything, he had gained more by her presence than she had. Still, he didn't like being tricked.

"I'll find out the truth...one way or another," Sebastian vowed.

Meanwhile, Calista realized she needed to find a way home. Sebastian had driven her to the hotel and if he was staying, that meant she didn't have a vehicle.

"Ms. Dover?"

Calista turned to see Adam waving at her.

"Can I help you?" Calista asked, disdain dripping from her tone.

He smiled. "No, I was just wondering if you needed a ride home."

"Why would you think that?"

"You were mumbling about a taxi," Adam said softly.

"I was?" Calista frowned.

"You were." He smiled. "If you need a ride, I'd be happy to give you one."

"Why would you do that?"

His brows came together in thought. "If I'm being honest, I'm not sure. You're the sister of the boss. Let me get on your good side."

She crossed her arms. "Fine. I'll let you give me a ride but don't think it's going to earn you points with my brother."

"I wouldn't dream of it," he said, escorting her outside the hotel.

Once they were in the parking lot, he said, "That was a pretty rotten joke you played on me earlier. I didn't realize you held grudges."

"Huh?"

"Was it because we both wanted the same piece of sushi?" Roger asked. "I'd have let you have it. I'm not that bad of a guy."

"Yeah right," Calista muttered. The parking lot was dimly lit by the streetlights that automatically turned on when it became dark. She heard him unlock his car doors and she quickly sat in the passenger's seat.

"Anyway, I just wanted to apologize again. If there's anything I did to upset you...I'm sorry."

Calista didn't answer. Instead she closed her eyes as he turned the car on. The click of the gun echoed in the small space of the car. Adam looked in his rear view mirror to see a stranger scrunched down in the back seat, a gun pointed at him.

"W-who are you?" Calista asked.

"That's not important," the stranger answered. "Now start driving before I start shooting."