Bittersweet Memories: Part 2 – Chapter 61
Bittersweet Memories
I lean back against the wall, trying my hardest to ignore the puppy eyes Alanna has been walking around with all morning. My Ray thinks I forgot her birthday. Little does she know, Iâve celebrated her birthday every year, even when she wasnât with me.
Itâs so surreal to me that we found our way back to each other. The last couple of weeks have been pure perfection. The only thing that could top my happiness is telling the world sheâs mine. I hate having to hide our relationship, and I donât think I can do it much longer.
âAlanna, can you please get me a report on our latest successful interventions? I need it before you go home today.â
She looks up at me, a hint of disappointment in her eyes, and I bite back a smile. She never even hinted about her upcoming birthday, yet sheâs sad I supposedly didnât remember. I love watching her fall for me all over again. Itâs almost like our roles are reversed now, and sheâs the jaded one while Iâve got so much love to give that I can barely contain it.
I still remember how scared I was to expect anything from her when I was homeless, and she was my ray of sunshine. She didnât care about my circumstance, she only cared about me. From the very start, she was honest about her crush on me and the feelings that followed, and I was the one who was scared and insecure, worried I wasnât good enough for her. It took a few years, but Iâm finally in a position to treat her the way I wanted to back then.
Sheâs scared to expect anything from me, yet her heart clearly does. If only she realized that Iâd never let her down. So long as itâs within my power, Iâll give her anything her heart desires. If I play my cards right, what sheâll want above all is me.
Amy walks up to me, an agitated expression on her face. She smiles politely and averts her gaze as she leans in to speak to me. âYour brother has requested access to the top floor fourteen times since this morning. Iâve circumvented four attempts to send gifts up to Alanna, including flowers and balloons. I suspect heâll be waiting for her downstairs.â
I sigh, irritated at his sheer grit. I canât even blame the guy. Alanna isnât the kind of girl youâd ever let go, but she was never his to take. I know sheâs been courteous with him in recent weeks, the two of them barely even friends, but he still wonât give up. He may have approached her because his mother told him to, but itâs clear the lines blurred at some point. He loves her.
I hoped heâd have given up on her by now, so being with Alanna wonât cost me the relationship Ryan and I have only just rebuilt, but heâs leaving me no choice. I refuse to keep dating Alanna in secret. She deserves better than that, and so do I.
I watch as Alanna rises from her seat, her tablet with the report on it in hand. She looks up at me and forces a smile to her face as she approaches me. âThe data you asked for,â she says, her voice soft.
I grin at her as I take it and hand it to Amy. âThank you, baby,â I murmur. Her eyes widen in alarm, and she glances at Amy, who dutifully ignores her worried expression. âLetâs go. Weâve got somewhere to be.â
Alanna frowns, and I grab her hand as I pull her into my office. She freezes in shock when she sees the floor-length golden designer dress I bought her. âChange into that.â
She turns toward me, her gaze filled with wonder and happiness, and I canât help but chuckle. âDid you really think Iâd forget my girlfriendâs birthday?â
âGirlfriend?â She repeats, her voice soft. I suppose I havenât really called her that before today, but thatâs exactly what she is.
I smirk and grab her chin, lifting her face to mine. âIt doesnât sound right, does it? Donât you think wife would sound so much nicer?â
She shakes her head admonishingly. Alanna thinks Iâm joking, and until sheâs ready, Iâll let her believe that. Iâve got all the time in the world, after all. Iâve already spent five years searching for her. Iâll spend another five making her mine all over again if I need to. Someday, Iâm changing her last name.
I lean back and watch her as she changes out of her office clothes and into the dress Iâve been imagining on her. I thought itâd look sexy on her, but nothing couldâve prepared me for reality. Iâm glad Iâm not taking her to a crowded place tonight. The vision in front of me isnât one I want to share.
I kneel in front of her and grab the matching golden shoes I bought her. For what they cost me, the sparkles on them better be real diamonds and gold. I grab her ankle, and Alannaâs breath hitches as I slip her shoes on for her.
I look up, our eyes meeting, and for a moment I consider throwing her onto my desk and fucking her raw, but thereâs time for that after dinner.
âLetâs take the private elevator down,â I murmur, wanting to avoid Ryan. Thereâs no way heâs seeing her today, and he certainly isnât seeing her in this dress.
Iâm insanely nervous as I drive her to the one place Iâve gone to every single year on both her birthday and mine. Part of me wants her to regain her memory so sheâll stop feeling so guilty about being with me, but a larger part of me knows that sheâll have to go through the loss of both of her parents all over again, in addition to the memories of being homeless. Thereâs a reason sheâs suppressing the most painful parts of her life, and Iâm not selfish enough to force her to remember something thatâll be bittersweet.
âWeâre here.â
âSilas, are we trespassing?â
I turn toward her and smile, my heart aching at the familiar words. She has no idea that she said the same thing to me when I brought her here the first time.
âNo,â I tell her, my answer different to before. âI own the lands around us and everything on it.â
This is one of the very first things I took back from Mona. It never shouldâve fallen into her hands in the first place.
I offer Alanna my arm and walk her toward the blossom tree that Iâve visited every year on her birthday, except this time, thereâs a waiter standing by a table with dozens of candles around it.
Alanna gasps, and I smile to myself. Iâve always wanted to do this for her and never had the chance to. Even if she doesnât remember, Iâm going to keep every promise I made her.
âSilas, this is⦠itâs beautiful. Is this all for me?â
I cup her cheek gently and lean in, my heart overflowing with happiness. This might be for her, but itâs also for me. Itâs for the young me who wanted to give Alanna the world and couldnât. Itâs for the girl who loved me when I had nothing and never treated me differently. âHappy birthday,â I whisper, my lips brushing against hers. I kiss her tenderly before pulling away. Sheâs far too beautiful tonight, and touching her is dangerous. Iâll be tempted to lay her down underneath the tree, the breeze caressing her skin as I sink deep inside her.
Alanna chuckles as though she knows what Iâm thinking, and I canât help but smirk as I pull out her chair for her before sitting down opposite her.
Her gaze drops to the jewelry box on the table, and I nod. âOpen it.â
She does as I ask, but instead of gushing over the diamond necklace I bought her, she snaps the box closed in shock. âAre you insane? Those arenât real, are they?â
A surprised laugh escapes my lips, and I nod. âOf course theyâre real, my love.â
âYouâre crazy, arenât you?â
I nod. âA little.â
âWhat makes you think I wonât just sell this?â
I shrug. âIâll just buy you a new one, baby.â
She looks into my eyes with so much love in her gaze that my heart skips a beat. I know she isnât ready to say the words, but I hear them loud and clear nonetheless.
âThereâs more.â
She raises her brows, and I push an envelope toward her. Alanna takes it with trembling fingers and opens the birthday card I made for her. Yet another tradition sheâs forgotten.
âWow,â she whispers. âDid you⦠did you commission this?â
I smile at her and shake my head. âI drew it.â
She looks at me which such disbelief that I burst out laughing. âYou donât believe me?â
âI didnât know you could draw. This⦠is this what I look like in your eyes?â
I drew a portrait of her standing in the sun, her face tipped up toward the light, a serene smile on her face. Itâs what she looks like on Sunday mornings, and itâs an image so seared in my mind that I drew it from memory.
âYes,â I tell her, âand no. Youâre far more beautiful than that, Alanna. My drawing skills donât do you justice.â
âSilas, I⦠Iâ¦â I lean in and watch her struggle to find the right words, even though I can see her feelings reflected in her eyes.
âHappy birthday, my love.â
She nods, her eyes filling with tears. âThank you,â she says eventually, her voice breaking. âThank you for letting me experience true happiness. Before you, I didnât know what it really felt like. I thought I did, but I was wrong.â
I smile at her and nod. âThis is nothing yet, baby. Every day weâre together, Iâm going to do my best to make you happier than the day before.â Even if you canât remember me, Iâm going to make sure your heart always will.
I glance at the waiter, and he approaches us with our starters. This is the birthday I once promised her, and Iâm so glad I got to keep my promise.