Her lashes batted open, her eye lids closing and reopening to adjust to the light in the room. He sat beside her, his hand stroking her hair with a smile. Maybe she hadn't made out his figure yet, or the drugs used on her were so strong that she couldn't feel his hand stroke her hair.
Kira blinked again but her head pounded twice more. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
When her eyes opened again, she could hear her own heartbeat. The white ceiling greeted her as she sat up slowly, her hands clutching her head on both sides. It pounded severely. She looked around, seeming to remember nothing.
Finally, her eyes opened fully, the drowsiness had cleared, she looked around the unfamiliar room clouded with an unfamiliar scent.
"Where am I ?" She muttered to herself.
Her eyes darting around the room that oozed of wealth and elegance. The dark theme luring her to sleep more. She didn't know anyone who could pull off such interior decors. Not even Harry.
Right? Harry!
Her head banged as memories flooded in. Shock gripping her being at the remembrance of her kidnap, she quickly climbed out of the bed in a haste.
Her eyes frantically scanning the room. "Who could have done this?" — she looked down immediately. She had her clothes still on, she didn't feel any pains either. That was a relief to start with, but she thought harder.
Harry wanted nothing to do with her, neither was she the type to argue with anyone who could think of kidnapping her. What exactly was going on?
Her mind drifted back to the image of Harry's cheating, her pains returned; her eyes moistened. She shook her head, her hands unconsciously travelling to her belly. First she needed to get out of here.
She looked around for her bag or phone, she couldn't find none. Her eyes met with the wall clock, it was 4:17pm. Her eyes widened even more.
She had met with Harry at exactly 5:30pm, was this clock just wrong or was it a new day already??
The approaching footsteps from the slightly opened door had her rushing back to the bed. Where could she possibly hide? Her breathing became heavy. With shaky hands, she grabbed the nearest weapon her eyes had found — a fountain pen.
With heavy breathes, she held the pen up, waiting for whoever would walk through those doors and in three seconds, the door opened, causing her jaw to drop.
The fountain pen fell immediately, her hand slowly falling to her side as she sized him up.
Glowing perfectly in the evening sun, his pendant caught her eyes first as it rested on his fair skin. His black shirt that was only two buttons opened from the top couldn't be missed as it accentuated his tanned skin.
Kira eyes just had to travel up.
Jet-black hair, almond-shaped brown eyes fringed with thick lashes and brows. An angular jawline with a perfect pointy nose, that beautifully held his glasses.
And just when her eyes met his full round lips, it parted in a smile and his voice rang out - warm and comforting, nothing deep or hoarse, yet passionate and calling out to her soul, "Hey, you're awake", he cooed and took out his glasses.
Kira swallowed.
His suit jacket in one hand, his tie and glasses in the other. Who was this god before her?? And why was she taking note of every thing?!
Her eyes blinked rapidly but she'd forgotten to close her mouth. "You look pale. You're shocked? I didn't mean to startle you", a hint of apology and concern laced his voice as kicked away his shoes.
He sat on the only cushion in the room and removed his socks, as well as his phone and wristwatch, before continuing in his calm tone. "It's been a while. You seem to be doing better than myself.", he smiled again and Kira couldn't find her voice.
What was he talking about and who the heck was he?
"You know I'm a little disappointed", he chuckled, "with $500 million, all you did was settle down in Langford - of all places?", He asked before rising to his feet again.
He took three steps forward and Kira took equal steps backwards, her bum hitting the lamp on the bedstand. His eyes flashed with pain at her reaction.
"I know this is pathetic of me. I was going to let you go. But... I... I really can't forget you. I really can't sleep knowing you're not by my side. Do you hate me that much?"
Kira was lost in all of this, but the pain in his voice and in his gaze drew pity from her to whoever this wounded man might be. Which woman would dupe such a god and even break him so bad?
But seriously though, if she had $500 million, why would she settle in Langford??
Why would she be bothered about a man like Harry?
She would start her life afresh for herself and her child!
"I want to hear it, from you", - his wounded voice drew her attention again. "I want to hear it from you that you —....that you felt nothing for me..... Nothing at all", he smiled brokenly, pocketing his hands.
Kira cleared her throat and stood straight, locking his gaze. First of all, his problems were nothing compared to hers. He was brokenhearted, so what?
What's the big deal? He'd heal! He has the wealth to heal! He ain't fucking pregnant with no money nor job! He even has $500million to fucking give out!
She had a lot more on her plate, and she wouldn't be adding this to the list - a branded thief.
Kira had no idea who he was talking about, but the lady had stolen from him and for some reason, he thinks she's the one.
She finally voiced, "I'm sorry about all this but.....
"Don't", he cut her off calmly with a shake of head, "let's go again", he smiled. " A year... No.. no... Six months... Give me six months and if you really want nothing with me, I'd let you go", he begged.
Kira sighed, "even a man with so much wealth can see the meaning in love, why can't Harry see it? Why couldn't Harry see her? — she thought to herself.
She'd give anything to be the woman this god was after. To be the woman that's actually wanted and loved, but that's a fantasy and she had better leave this world soonest. She sighed again, "Excuse me. I really don't know....."
"Are you going to deny me of our child too?" He cut her off again, walking up to her and grabbing the paper behind her on the bedstand.
Her breathing hitched at the closeness between them. She blinked away the thought and her eyes followed his hand. It was the test results from her bag. Her jaws clenched at the sight.
"It's says you're two weeks pregnant and it was exactly two weeks ago. Two weeks ago I took your virginity before you disappeared on me. So why?"
"Did I ever do you any wrong? Was I ever harsh with you?"
" You -.. you're my first. My very first and you know it. So why are you being like this?" His tears finally fell, "Kira Smith", he read the name on the pregnancy test, "you even had to change your name?"
"You came into my life and changed everything. Made me a happy man. Brought out a part of me I never knew could still exist, so please, stop. Just stop all of this! I still love you and I can never stop".
Kira fought back her emotions.
She was carrying a child whose father balantly denied his position, yet this man before her was ready to accept a child he's just learning about. How cruel could fate be?! How wicked could humans be?!
Why couldn't she have been the one to meet this man instead of Harry. Maybe his supposed love should have met Harry instead of him. No one would be in tears!
He sniffed back his tears with a smile, but unexpectedly, he went on his knees, "six months. Take me back for just six months, Lana".
So that's her name - Lana.
Kira smiled painfully. "But no one wants me... Not Harry, not my father, not my mother... Not even you before me" - she muttered in her heart. Her tears finally fell.