Third Person POV

Adrian, kept wandering about like he had written to Iris that he would. One day, when he had got tired of his life and seeing his dead pups mentally, he came to a cliff and felt the best way to get peace was to end it all.

'I wish you well, Iris, my love, my weakness, my strength, my mate!' and he threw himself down the cliff.

A few days later, his eyes opened.

'You're awake, thank the goddess!' a pretty woman said.

Adrian looked around but everyone and everything looked strange.

'Where am I?' he asked, then something occurred to him. 'Who am I?

The pretty lady smiled at him, thinking oh goodness, has he lost his memory? 'You are in my house and don't worry, of you can't recall anything. Your memories will come back with time'.

Adrian looked at her and felt something was just not right. He looked around as though looking for something. He didn't know what exactly but he knew there was something or someone who his heart desired. It was strange but he felt it strongly in his bones. He became restless.

'How did I get here?' he asked, wanting to get up forcefully but the lady restrained him.

'You are not fully recovered yet!' she said just as a sharp pain shot through his head. He had moved it too quickly. 'Ouch!' he winced as he raised his hand to hold his head and found it covered in Plaster of Paris.

'That's what I have been trying to tell you. You fell of the cliff and bashed your head really badly. No one believed you would live', she informed him. 'By the way, I am Miranda. Miranda Wade', she said, smiling at Adrian and thinking to herself, he is do handsome. 'You were lying in a pool of your blood. Had we not been around, you would have died!'

Adrian wondered what could have made him fall off a cliff. Where had he been going or coming from? Did he have any relatives? Were they looking for him right now? He looked at the woman who must have obviously saved his life and something drew his eyes to her iris. 'Iris!' a voice said within him. Iris! he thought in puzzlement. What had someone's iris got to do with his fall off the cliff or his memory loss? But the name kept ringing in his mind. He felt he should know something about the word. It felt important but in what way was iris important? he couldn't fathom. Was it the name of a thing he owned or a person or a concept? He couldn't be sure but he knew whatever the name represented was a very important part of him.

'Thank you, Miranda for saving my life. I am indebted to you', he said.

'Oh, it's nothing', she said, fluttering her lashes. He had known that the man was very goodlooking but with his dreamy eyes, he was as sexy as hell and she was determined to make him hers.

'So, you mean you cannot recall anything?' Miranda asked, her brows furrowed in thought. She couldn't decide if it was a good thing or not. It was good evening f he had someone back home who he liked, before he regained his memory, she would have made him love her and then he would have no option but to choose her instead of the girl, whoever she was, if she did exist.

It was bad, because of there were people who were after him, since he couldn't remember anything, he could easily fall into their hands and she could not bear any harm to come his way.

'Nope!' he shook his head.

'Anything, even your name?' she insisted.

He thought for a bit and the strain caused him to wince, as it caused his head to ache. 'No, nothing', he said, holding his head in pain.

'It's okay', she said. 'You shouldn't stress yourself much. Your memory will come back in due time, meanwhile, I shall call you 'Clive' to remind me that I found you under a cliff from where you had fallen', she said, smiling at him and thought, as though I can ever forget where I met you or how.

'Thank you, Miranda's, he said, smiling gratefully and her heart flipped over. 'Clive is just fine', he concluded.

Over the couple of months, Clive got his strength back but not his memory. He tried to get it back forcefully but only ended up with more headache.

'You've got to stop stretching it', Miranda advised him. 'Recall that the doctor said it could be dangerous forcing the memory'.

'You are right ', Adrian - Clive replied. 'It makes me feel worse. It is just frustrating not knowing anything about oneself until I opened my eyes here's, he complained. 'What if there is something important I am supposed to do, or someone important I am supposed to remember?' he asked, looking at Miranda with frustrated and tired eyes.

Hugging him in consolation, Miranda hoped not, the part of someone important, that is, especially if it were about a woman. She didn't want to have to fight with anyone for him or his affection.'We shall figure it out', she said. 'But in the meantime, do not force it. Allow it to come back naturally to you'. Then swallowing, she said, maybe you should take your exercises more seriously. It is supposed to help, doctor's advise, remember?'

Adrian recalled it. 'But I have been exercising vigorously since then', he said.

'Yes, you have', she agreed and started squeezing her hand nervously.

'What is it Miranda?' he asked, suddenly concerned.

'Well ... the .. er... doctor had another suggestion about the exercise', she said. 'I asked him not to tell you about it because you might not agree to it'

'Why would you tell him that?' he asked in frustration. 'You know I am willing to try anything that will help me regain my memory and yet you ask the doctor nit to tell me something that has a chance of helping me with it?'

'It is because it is so embarrassing!' Miranda wailed.

'What could be embarrassing about engaging in some form of exercise?' he asked puzzled, thinking what was wrong with this woman?

'The exercise he had in mind is sex', she blurted. 'He thought we were dating and felt that consistent sex could help clear your head, enhance blood flow to the brain and cause you to regain your memory faster!' she said, looking down coyly.

Now Adrian knew why she had thought it was embarrassing. 'Oh, I didn't know that', he said. 'You should have put him right as to our relationship'.

'And what exactly is our relationship, Clive?' she asked,looking him straight in the eye. 'And before you answer, I will have you know that I do not mind you using me that way tl gain back your memory!'