Alpha Razor King-Chapter 134: Her Scent.

**Razor**

Leaving the hotel in the morning, I headed straight to my office. Last night was disturbing; I could barely sleep. My thoughts were consumed by that lady, Isabella. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. For the past few years, I hadn’t been able to have penetrative sex with any woman. Each time I tried, I experienced a sharp, inexplicable pain in my heart. But with Isabella, it was different. It was glorious. I couldn’t get enough of her. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

I arrived at the office and saw Marv and Lara waiting for me. They bowed their heads slightly in respect.

"Boss, we’ve collected the money from one of Abel’s men, although he said his boss was quite mad," Marv stated.

I laughed. "That’s funny. If he was mad, why did he pay? I’d have loved to see him try me. Anyways, I’ll be going to visit my father. I want you to take care of business here."

"Yes, sir."

"And you better not fucking cause any trouble, Marv."

"Yes, boss."

As I began walking away, Lara followed me. "Boss, how was your night?"

I arched a brow at her, causing her to lower her gaze. "I mean, I hope that lady didn’t give you any problems."

"None of your business. Now get back to work," I ordered coldly, watching her jolt back inside.

I hated noisy people, especially those who pried into my business.

Walking to my car, I couldn’t shake the lingering thoughts of Isabella. She had stirred something deep within me, something I hadn’t felt before. As much as I tried to push it aside, the memory of her touch and the way she looked at me haunted my every step.

I started the engine and drove towards my father’s place. The streets blurred past me, but my mind was elsewhere. Who was Isabella really? And why did she have such a powerful effect on me?

My father might have some answers, or at least, he could help me sort through the tangled mess of my thoughts. If anyone knew about my past and the reasons behind my condition, it would be him.

Arriving at the mansion, I steeled myself for the confrontation. I had questions, and I wasn’t leaving without answers. The guards at the gate let me through, and I parked in front of the mansion. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and made my way to the door.

"Gray, come in. I’ve been waiting for you, son." My father’s voice was warm as he invited me to sit on the couch across from him. "How have you been, son?"

"Great, I guess. And I hope you’re taking your meds?" I replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Yes, yes," he smiled. "I’m a little surprised, though. Why did you decide to visit me so soon? Is anything wrong?" His eyes narrowed slightly, a sign of his growing concern.

I drew a deep breath, raking a hand over my head. "Actually, something has been bothering me. There’s a lady who’s been pestering me for days. She says she’s my wife."

"Wife?" My father’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Yes, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember her or the boy she claims to be my son. But I can’t deny there’s something about her," I admitted, the frustration clear in my voice.

"And you believed her?" My father’s tone turned cautious.

"Father, I’m confused here. I can’t remember things from five years ago, so yes, I’m confused," I confessed, feeling the weight of my situation pressing down on me.

"Gray," he said, "people are aware that you lost your memories after your accident. You shouldn’t be surprised that our enemies could resort to such tricks. Don’t believe them, son."

"But it feels real," I argued. "The connection, the way she looks at me... it’s hard to fake that."

My father sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I understand your confusion, but you must remain vigilant. Our enemies are cunning, and they will use any means necessary to destabilize you. This woman might be part of a larger scheme."

I frowned. "What if she’s telling the truth? What if I really did have a family?"

"Then I’d have known," he replied firmly. "But until we have solid evidence, you must not let your guard down. Focus on the present and the duties you have now."

"You’re probably right, for all I know it could be one of Abel’s schemes," I told my father, trying to mask my uncertainty.

"Exactly, son," he agreed.

But doubt still gnawed at me. The hurtful look on Isabella’s face after our night together kept haunting me. She seemed broken... lost.

Just then, Mr. Joe, one of my father’s men, walked in. "Those people from yesterday are back again. This time they came with a lady."

My father’s jaw clenched. "Send them back, I don’t want to see them."

"Who are they?" I found myself asking, unable to suppress my curiosity.

"Just some irrelevant people," my father said dismissively before glancing at Mr. Joe. "Get them off my property quickly."

"Yes, sir," Mr. Joe nodded, but as he was about to leave, I was hit by a familiar scent—like lavender or roses. It was mesmerizing, beautiful... familiar. Where had I smelled it before?

The man was almost near the door when I stood up abruptly. "Wait, who’s the lady... what’s her name?"

"She said she was Isabella, sir," Mr. Joe replied.

It was her. Yes, I was certain. The lady who had been on my mind. How did I remember what she smelled like? And why was her scent so strong when she was outside for goodness sake, yet I could smell her as if she were here.

"Bring her in," I commanded.

"What? Come on, son—"

"No, Father, I want to hear her," I interrupted him, my voice firm. "I want to hear what she has to say."

My father looked at me, frustration evident in his eyes, but he didn’t argue further. Mr. Joe nodded and left the room to fetch Isabella.