I'm writing a new book. I don't have all the details yet, but I do have a first chapter.

It's a "normal" romance story and I've never written one like it before, so I'm going to need a little help and reassurance.

It's called "The Way We Were".

Theres the first chapter.

My mother always told me remembering would be hard.

Your past lives, your past loves, the whole thing.

And she was right.

It was hard.

It was like having a bucket of ice water poured on you.

But I didn't think I could be so dumb in the past.

"God I was so fucking stupid then.", I hissed.

I shook the memory from my thoughts and slid out of bed.

I had started remembering things for about a week now. Which means I had come across somebody very important to me in a past life.

My mother always said that in my past lives, I wouldn't have somebody recurring in every single life.

But I did.

I never believed in that bullshit anyway.

Until now.

I had apparently met somebody who was very important to me, but I couldn't remember who it was.

How convient.

The only thing that confused me was that the person I was remembering felt so familiar in each life.

I sighed as I walked to the bathroom.

I tried to search my memories of the week before for somebody, anybody, who felt familiar to me, but I came up empty.

It was all just a bunch of strange faces in the Big Apple, New York City.

I stripped, stepping into the shower and then turning on the water.

I know. I'm a monster.

The memory of the man fluttered to the front of mind and I groaned, squeezing my thighs together.

He was so hot.

It was a passionate memory and now I needed to be sated.

I gritted my teeth as I fought the urge to touch myself. I knew I didn't have enough time to pleasure myself and make it to my new job on time.

Mr. Knight would fire me if I was late. I had just got the job and I could already tell my boss would be a dick.

I was the personal assistant of the CEO, Landon Knight. He was a dick to me a week ago in my interview.

Pushing away the fire in my belly, I washed my hair and conditioned it, letting the conditioner set while I washed my body.

Once I was all rinsed, I climbed out and slipped the towel around my body. I made a dash for my room, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Shit, shit, shit.", I muttered.

I slipped on the bra and panty set, throwing on my sleek black skirt and white button up shirt. Tucking in the shirt, I slipped into my high heels.

Grabbing my purse, I slammed my door shut behind me and locked it.

I slipped into the elevator and slammed onto the ground floor button.

There was a man in there with a nice navy blue suit on.

"Please dear God go faster.", I groaned, ignoring the man that stood in the corner of the elevator as he chuckled.

The elevator music was calm, unlike me.

Once the doors were open, I was rushing out.

Thank the heavens above that my job was only 3 blocks away from my apartment complex.

I sped walk the whole way, completely ignoring the people I slammed into.

I was 22 and damn near fresh out of college, making it hard for me to find a job.

I got lucky and landed one at Knight Industries, a company that did just about everything. The best of the best.

I sighed in relief as I made my way to the elevator. I pressed the 24 button.

The top floor.

The elevator stopped on each floor, picking up more and more people as I was squished in the back.

This did me no good.

I heard the elevator announce the 24th floor and I shoved to get through.

It was like a fucking tsunami.

"God fucking damnit! Fucking move already!", I yelled.

Appalled, the other employees moved out of the way.

I stumbled out of the elevator, fixing my hair as I literally threw my purse into my office.

Knocking on the door that said CEO, I waited for a reply.

"Come in!", a muffled voice called out.

I opened the door. "Good morning Mr. Knight. What's on the agenda for today?", I greeted.

I looked up, my eyes widening as I took the man in. The same man who saw me in the elevator, freaking the fuck out.

"Well, Ms. Elise Tula. I would like a coffee, 3 sugars no creamer please.", he said.

Ignoring the thumping in my chest and the lump in my throat, I nodded my head and walked out.

I was so fucked.