Chapter 4: It's Me

~Alana~

Alana was in dreamland. 

Here she was, pinned against the wall by a handsome CEO, his arms protectively holding her. With the way Alric Valmore was whiffing the life out of her, she easily drowned in dirty thoughts of him. 

It was shameful to admit, but she could not help the attraction she had for this man. Her body acted on its own and her hands moved up to his chest as if they were holding him back, but in truth, she was enjoying the hardness of his sculpture. 

“Mister - Sir -” Her assertions were stuck in her throat. Her eyes fluttered to the sensation of the man’s warm breath against her skin. “Oh, dear...”

“You smell so sweet… so divine,” she heard him say while he brushed his finger gently against the side of her face. 

With all the tension building up between them, Alana recognized the dampness in between her thighs that she clamped them together, holding back the irresistible arousal. 

Alric chuckled at her actions and that caught Alana by surprise. From a beast mode, ready to make a claim on her, his voice fell restrained when he suggested, “I supposed, you haven’t changed.”

“What?” She did not hear him at first. She was still lost in her desire that she failed to recognize whatever it was that he implied. 

“I thought you had forgotten me, but look at you now, you still shudder at my touch,” he continued, forcing Alana to awake from whatever reverie she was in. 

Clearing her throat, she asked, “What?”

“Alana, how could you leave me waiting that night?” He asked, his forehead already resting on hers. 

“That... night?” With a slight push, she probed further, “What do you mean? Have - have we met before?”

Alric growled, and it greatly disturbed Alana. He was like an animal, roaring at her. He said, “What - do - you mean, Alana?”

Without warning, he forced his lips against her rims and while she felt heaven at the taste of him, there was a pending matter that needed to be addressed. With all her might, she pushed him off her and said, “I - I really don’t remember if we have met before. Ha - have we?”

Hurt flashed through Alric’s eyes and she saw it distinctly. His arms remained to trap her as he insisted, “Alana, it’s me.”

“Eight years ago at the Luxur Hotel, here in Bay City. It was a Saturday evening. Room 405. You and me.” His eyes narrowed as he revealed, “You and me, we rode each other through the night, six fucking times in heavenly pleasure.”

‘Rode each other.’

‘Six fucking times.’

‘Heavenly pleasure.’

Alric’s narrative repeated into her head, like an echo bouncing back again and again. 

Dead air surrounded the room, and Alana’s face turned pale. At first, she lingered at the idea of him being on top of her six fucking times, and gods, how she wished she remembered. It would have truly been a taste of heaven!

Eventually, her eyes became glued to Aric’s amber orbs. 

‘His eyes,’ she said in her head. ‘This man... is Kai’s father? No wonder. He had his eyes... Kai... had his eyes.’

‘But wait!’ She shook her head vigorously at what Alric had revealed. She asked, “Say that... again?”

“Am I not clear enough, Alana!” Hastily, he removed his top and suggested, “Why don’t we do a repeat so you can get your memory back?”

“It was me!” He repeated in anger. “You and me!”

Yet again, he pinned her against the walls, slammed his lips to hers, and kissed her fiercely. Her lips easily turned numb and she ran out of breath. When he let go, he said, “I remember exactly the way you taste, the way you smell! Alana.” 

Alana could tell that it took everything in him to say, “Alana, it’s me. Don’t you - don’t you remember?” 

“But.” Alana could not hold back from studying him intimately. After having ogled at his eyes, she widened her gaze at his gorgeous face, his muscular body, and then up to his towering frame. Her lips trembled as she questioned, “But you... are not... forgettable.”

A frown formed on Alric’s face as he mirrored her remark, “What? Forgettable?”

“Alana!” He slammed his weight completely against hers and wrapped her in his arms. He cautioned, “Don’t test me... My patience is wearing thin! It’s me! Don’t… fuck with me. You have no idea how long I have waited for this day - to find you.”

Alana understood how he was holding back his anger. His breathing turned labored, and from a strong and very possessive hold, she sensed him loosening his embrace. Soon, she heard him quietly say, “Do you... not remember at all?”

Trying to explain, she said, “Mister Valmore - “

“Alric,” He corrected, pressing his lips on top of her head. “Call me, Alric.”

“Alric, if this is not any trick - “

“What reason would I have to trick you?” His voice raised and his body tensed, but after a second of merely breathing in on her, he said, “What I said was true. I can’t understand why you deny it.”

With a frown, Anala replied, “Actually, I don’t deny it - “

“So you remember?” He cut her off again while remaining to cover her with his frame. 

“Alric, if you let me explain. Please,” she pleaded, her hands slowly climbing up again to his chest. “Please.”

Following her request, Alric moved away, but he did so cautiously and while holding her hand, not wanting to let her go. They paced to where the sitting area was and he settled in. 

Alana was about to take the seat in front of him, but Alric tightened his hold on her wrist and pulled her to sit on his lap. Her heart heavily drummed against her ribcage as he, once again, wrapped his arms around her possessively. 

“You are not running away, Alana. Not again,” he warned. He forced her body against his chest and her face became in contact with the crook of his neck. It was then that she realized how he seemed to smell of nature - like pine trees.

Alana sighed. If it was any day with this sexy man, she would have thrown away her apprehensions and jumped at him, but no. She needed to get this out of the way. She needed to know for certain if Alric was the father of her son.

“Speak,” Alric ordered, his strong arms persisted to secure her. 

“I met an accident eight years back. I lost part of my memory.” Alana paused, she wondered if it was the right time to tell the man about Kai, but considering how she just met the guy, she held back and said, “So, I know that I met someone way back then, but the details of it was something that I had forgotten.”

‘Obviously, because I have a son and Kai was proof that I met the forgettable man who was not forgettable after all,’ she mumbled in her thoughts. At the memory of her aunt’s description of the man, she made a mental note to visit her grave and rant. 

Alana raised her head and watched as Alric’s face grimaced. His brows thoroughly met, and his nose flared in anxiety. 

“Amnesia?” He snarled, almost like a beast grunting at her. “But werew - “

“What?” She asked, noticing him hold back.

Alric gulped whatever lines he had to say and leaned his back against the chair, his hands maintained to embrace her. He declared, “Nevermind.”

“What matters now is that I have found you again,” he said, while one of his hands crawled to her head. He stroked the length of her silky smooth hair and added, “And you are not... going anywhere.”

Dissecting every word he said, Alana looked down at his biceps, the long and thick arms that held her firmly, and she gasped. She had to admit, he was right, not to mention his men were right outside the door. She certainly was… not going anywhere.

Clearing her throat, she replied, “I believe you.”