Chapter 3 That Sinful Night

(Akira’s POV)

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Boarded a flight to Amberose City, I was going to meet the woman who last saw my son.

And the woman had one request.

She wanted to meet Melina Cage, my past life. Not Akira West.

The old me was not an easy thing for me to go back to. The past was a nightmare for me. But to find my son, I had to face it. I was forced to face my fears of my hellish past.

Staring at my reflection seen on the window, I met my different coloured eyes again.

They didn't bring me many happy childhood memories. It had led me to cover it up with coloured contact lenses as I grew older. A little low self-esteem from my side, Henry once said to me.

My evil aunt used to call them the devil’s eyes. And my cousin would call me a freak monster.

Yet, they were the real monsters who ruined my life totally eight years ago.

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*Flashback 8 years ago*

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“Suzanne, I don’t want to be here. It is too loud and…and there are so many drunk people here. I don’t like it. Can we please go home?”

It was the new year eve party at Amberose City. I also wondered why my evil cousin, Suzanne was suddenly so unusually nice to me that night.

Wearing a pretty short dress that looked quite similar to her and putting on some colourful makeup on my dull face, I was not at all feeling pretty that night.

Being bullied by them both physically and mentally for years, I was suspicious of the reason behind these good gestures.

“Oh, come one, Melina. It is just a party. We'll go home soon. Let me get us some drinks first” Suzanne gripped my hand and gave me an odd-looking smile on her face with heavy makeup on.

The music was indeed pleasing to hear and danced to. I was not that very good with dancing. The crowds were jumping and at times pushed me to the side.

Then, I fell on a stranger with an alluring scent. He grabbed me fast enough, not letting me slip to the floor. “Hang on there. Are you drunk, Miss?”

I looked up and saw a pair of beautiful blue eyes staring at me.

For a moment, I thought there was something familiar about him. I wondered if I had met him before.

“You have different coloured eyes. Just like someone I used to know once” The man smiled at me and offered his hand for me to take. “Want to dance?”

“No! Please move” I avoided looking at him and wanted to get away from him. He kept staring at my eyes and it was making me nervous. Was he going to make fun of my weird looking eyes?

“You are beautiful” His words made me stop walking and I took the courage to take a glance at his face. Oh God! He was good looking but that weird hairstyle he had was covering that gorgeous face.

“There you are, I was looking for you” Suzanne came over and pulled my hand to walk away from the crowd.

“Who was that? You knew him?” I asked as Suzanne kept looking back at the handsome man. She was acting all weird.

“That is one man you should avoid meeting tonight. A womanizer. Stay far away from him” Suzanne then handed me a glass of water and faked a smile, “Drink. You must be thirsty. I’ll have one too”

The drink was delicious. But soon, it all went dark.

The next thing I remembered was me lying on a comfortable bed in a dark room. My mind was all fuzzy. Throbbing pain in my head was felt too and I recalled feeling my body getting warmer. A ticklish effect on my skin.

The bed was soft and was definitely so much better than the bed I had back at her uncle’s home. I recalled feeling a little giddy and was definitely in a much happier mode.

Blinking my eyes open slowly, I gasped realising there was a man lying next to her. “Oh! W-who are.. y-you? What are you doing on my b-bed? Get out, please”

My sight was all blurry. It was the first time I had tasted alcohol and never thought I could not tolerate just two glasses of them. I wondered whether I was drugged as well.

But who? Was it Suzanne’s doing? That scheming b*tch!

“Your bed?” the man chuckled and tried to open his eyes too. He smiled at me and tried to touch my face gently.

“Who the hell are you?” my voice sounded more like a whisper than a threat.

I recalled telling that stranger that I had still never been touched by any man, “I’m a virgin and I’m keeping myself for someone. Not you. Stop touching me. Get off me”

He found it amusing and laughed out loudly. All of a sudden, I could feel his body shift to be on top of mine, “Maybe after we f*ck, you would forget that someone you are keeping yourself for”

“What.. are you doing?” I tried to get free from him but it seemed my actions only excited the man. His eyes went down to look at my body.

It was then I realised I was only left with my bra and panties. “Let me go. I said get off me. Where are my clothes?”

So much that I wanted to get way, the touch of our skin, ignited the fire that was building up inside our body. I could hear him moaning softly in my ears and his warm breath on my neck was sending a tingling sensation all over my body. “Stop fighting, beautiful. I know you want it too”

“Stop, please.” I whispered softly before his lips touched mine. It was my first kiss. And I felt ashamed to have that first kiss with a drunk stranger. Yet, his lips surely did taste good.

That night, I had made one mistake. I had allowed his tongue to devour my lips and parted them to explore my mouth. The taste of his tongue was drowning me into a pool of lust.

I was on fire. And I knew, he too wanted me.

I did not want him to stop. We did not want it to stop. But it was all wrong!

Shame and pleasure had overwhelmed me as I felt his hardness rubbing near my wet folds. “What.. are you doing? Don’t..”

He planted soft kisses on my blushing cheeks and down to my neck. “I’m going to give you an unforgettable night, honey”

Hearing those words, I knew he had me under his spell. I was under his command. And I had stopped fighting back.

As I felt his hardness entering my wetness, I felt pain. A pleasurable kind of pain. Closing my eyes, I let him own my body.

It was a crazy night and my world shattered from that day.

A few weeks later, I found out that I was pregnant.

But at that time, I had been forcefully sent to a mental hospital by my evil aunt.

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*End of Flashback*

I finally woke up from my horrible old life when the plane arrived safely.

Wiping away the tears that had wet my face, I turned on my phone and saw the latest message Molly sent me.

Looking at the location she circled on the map, I smiled.

The place where I could find my son. I'm finally here.