Niklaus' point of view

What have I done? I must have gone crazy! But the warning bells in my head didn't stop me from carrying her in my arms, walking out of the restaurant. I just knocked out a lady in broad daylight; a lady who resembled my late ex-girlfriend, no, this was Maya.

She was just pretending and probably angry at me because I failed in protecting her as I promised. I didn't ask her about our child - no, I was scared to.

It was still a miracle to me that she survived that fall off that bridge, but what if the baby didn't survive? I'll just be reopening an old wound.

Moreover, Maya was still denying her identity. I don't know nor understand why she would do that but I'll rip the truth out of her mouth. I had lived the last seven years of my life in torments and wouldn't let go of her that easily.

The thoughts of amnesia crossed my mind else, why would she vehemently deny she was Maya. Moreover, if she had really survived that bridge, then there was bound to be complications.

I don't know what happened to Maya or how she came to be Reia or whatever she calls herself, but amnesia or not, I would help her remember - no, I would sure she remembers.

So with that determination, I placed her into the front seat, helped her with the seat belt, and handcuffed her. Yeah, I was applying all preliminary measures here, who knows what she would do to me when she awakes?

I began to drive to my destination, her old place. Not only did she live half of her life there, but we made a lot of memories there. It was a place of precious and painful remembrances; we fought and made love there.

Not long after, I felt someone stir beside me and knew it was time to face the battle ahead. If she's Maya, then she'd kill me for this.

"You're awake?"

I watched Maya furrow her brows as she looked around and sat up abruptly when realization dawned on her.

"You animal!"

It's confirmed, she's Maya.

"I'm driving, Maya. So unless you want us to have an accident, you can go ahead and distract me," I told her while she glared at me.

"You're crazy in the head. I told you I'm not Maya!" She insisted, "Now, unhand me this instant!" She almost pushed her chained hands to my face.

"Relax, I'm not kidnapping you -"

"You just took me without my consent, what's it called? Adultnapping?" she sassed without letting me finish my statement.

"Relax, Maya, I'm not a bad person- which you know," I said pointedly, catching her expression and had to say, she was good in this game of pretense.

"I know nothing about you aside from what I've read in the tabloids and seen on the internet. Niklaus Spencer, the legendary casanova- don't you think for one moment that I'll fall for your pathetic tricks," she said, her words dripping with revulsion with a hint of anger.

It made me wonder, even if she isn't Maya - which she is- why did she hate me so much? Why was she so intent on judging me with my past mistakes and behavior. I wasn't that same Niklaus, I've changed.

She kept making snide remarks but I ignored her, the comment earlier had already dampened my mood. I'll just open her eyes then with evidence.

We arrived at her place in an hour and not once did she shut her mouth up. I knew what she was doing, trying to get me angry so I could make mistakes. Once emotional, it was easy to prevail over an enemy. How did she even learn that tactics - there was more to the current Maya than I know.

"Don't you dare touch me or I'll murder you once I'm out of these," she squirmed as I dragged her out of the car.

"Sure," I treated her words like air, pulling her out of the car.

She looked around uneasily before catching a passerby and yelled, "Help me! This man wants to rape me!"

I scowled when the man who had almost passed us by, retraced his step and began to walk in our direction. Seriously, some people wouldn't mind their business.

At once, I pressed Maya against the body of the car, facing her in such a way that her restrained hands were hidden from view by my body just as the man asked, "Is anything the matter?"

He scrutinized us.

"Ye-"

"We're just couples having a minor fight, be on your way and mind your business," the dismissal in my tone was obvious.

Yet, this busy body didn't heed my advice, facing the girl instead and asked, "Is what he said true?"

As expected, the twinkle in her eyes told me she was going to jump at that chance and ditch me.

But just as she opened her mouth to contradict my words. I grabbed her head and kissed her instantly, sliding my tongue into the delicate muscles of her mouth as her eyes widened as usual.

I felt her struggle but her hands were constrained by the cuffs, making her strive not much of a difference, added to the fact my hands encompassed her.

There was no room for resistance; by the time my mouth moved against her, she yielded to me, kissing me with the same fervor as I imagined Maya would.

By the time I was done with her, the busybody was no way to be found and Maya was glaring at me - the intensity increased - but I didn't care. She can hate me all she wants but I'm not going to lose her this time.

"I hate you," She confessed with labored breath.

"No, honey, you love me-"

"In your dreams,"

"You're just so adamant on not admitting it,"

"I don't and would never love a player like you!"

My countenance changed, this was the umpteenth time she called me that already. Why was the girl so insistent that I'm a player when she claimed she hardly knew me? I smelt foul play at work.

"Who rescued you from that fall off the bridge?" I asked her without warning.

She went pale.