“Alanna, would it be okay if I gave you a kiss?” I stare at him wondering why he did not just kiss me, instead of asking for my permission.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He stands me up and takes my face in his hands, he looks into my eyes then it happens. His lips are on mine they are soft but strong. The smell of his cologne is strong and masculine. As he pulls away, I cannot open my eyes, I am too engaged in him that I do not want him to stop. He begins again this time for longer and with more passion. He pushes me down onto the bed and the kisses begin to get more fast and powerful. He has his hands in my hair and I feel frozen, I lay there taking it in but I feel uneasy, so I push him off me and stand up.
“What’s wrong, did I go too far?”
“No, its not you, I just I don’t do that kind of thing.”
“Okay no problem, I won’t do that again.” I sigh and think that I have ruined everything. However, Adrian reassures me that things will carry on the same. “Alanna, I don’t need that to love you,” He kisses me softly once again and makes his way out of the room.
The next morning I wake with a spring in my step. I bounce out of bed and into the shower. I wrap a towel around my hair and put on one of the many bathrobes, that hotel has provided. I quietly open my door, to check if Adrian is anywhere in sight. I do not see him, but I can hear his voice loud and strong as he talks on his phone. I feel so hungry now that I cannot wait for food, I walk into the lounge area, and there are enormous new displays of flowers, which the hotel must have brought up. Over on the dining table, there are platters of strawberries, bagels, waffles and bacon. The smell of fresh coffee fills the room and I make my way over to the table. I sit down, and help myself to a plate of food. Adrian is still in the other room. I take this time to tighten my robe, I do not want anything to go wrong today, and I will not let it.
“Did you sleep well, Alanna?” Adrian says as walks over to the table, he gives me a kiss and takes a seat again opposite me. He has on another dark suit; this one is pinstriped and fits him like glove. Underneath he has on a, light blue stripped shirt, and he has a pair of aviator sunglasses in his front jacket pocket.
“Yes, I slept very well,” I say, with my face hot and a smile on my lips.
“Did you?”
“I never sleep.”
“Why?”
“I am not sure ever since I was a child, I have had insomnia.”
“You don’t you sleep at all, how can that be?”
“Some nights I manage an hour or so, but it doesn’t really affect me.”
“Alanna I have plans for us today, is that okay?”
“Sure, what are we doing?”
“I want to take you shopping, and after maybe we can see a show or something would you like that?”
“I always like to shop, the show not so much,” I say giving him a little smile. “
Shopping it is then.”
“I will go get ready, I won’t be long.”
I rush back into my room and search for something to wear. I rummage through my brown Louis Vuitton carry bag, and take out a pair of Black skinny jeans, a white turtleneck sweater and my trusty Louboutin heels. I assemble my look and take a glance in the mirror as I leave I walk out into the large oversized suite. Adrian is on his phone again this time in the lounge area, he is pacing up and down the room and he looks worried. I go over, take a seat on the sofa in the living area, and wait for him to finish his call. As I wait, again I cannot help but stare at him, he is too good looking that it makes it impossible not you. He ends his call and puts his phone in a pocket inside his jacket.
“Let’s go,” he says, as he takes me by the hand and leads me out the door into the elevator. He looks at me,
“Alanna if you feel at all unwell today, you have to make sure you tell me, Okay?”
“Yes I will, but I feel fine.” I was not lying to him; I do feel fine in fact, I feel so good. For a while, I had rather lost my way, but now I am feeling my old self again. We walk into the lobby of the Chatwal Hotel and a few members of staff greet us.
“Your car is here Mr Black,”
“Thanks,” Adrian says to the bellman, and he gives him a tip. I am not sure how much he gave, but I did not look a small amount that Adrian handed over, and judging by bellman’s face, he did not think that it was small either. He walks me out the front door of the hotel and there waiting for us, is a black Rolls Royce.
“I was sick of cabs,” he says with a smirk.
“You only went in one.”
“Yes but that was one too many.” I laugh as Adrian opens the door for me. He follows behind me but before he does, he makes sure that he gives the door attendant the same type of handout that he had with the bellman. He takes a seat next to me and closes the door. The car begins to pull away and I look at the plush surroundings of the luxury car. The seats are soft black leather, and there are thick lambswool rugs on the floor. The roof of the car is lit up with, tiny little stars and I cannot help but think that this car is gorgeous, and is the ultimate car for the ultimate man. Adrian leans over and opens the armrest, which is in the middle of us, to reveal a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Sure,” he takes out one glass and begins to open the bottle of champagne, as he pours I say.
“Aren’t you having some?”
“No, I don’t drink.”
“I thought I saw you with a scotch in London,”
“Yes you did, but that wasn’t for me,” he hands me the glass and I take a small sip. He moves his arm and again lifts the massive leather armrest and he pulls out a bottle of water for himself. I glare at him frozen, not able to speak and I am glad I cannot, as he leans over and kisses me. His phone begins to beep in his pocket and he pulls back.
“Sorry, I will have to get this.”
He answers the call and from what I can make out it is a business call. He is talking about large sums of money and investing in property of some kind. I do not even hear the words he speaks; I am too ecstatic and excited to take them in. When the car comes to a stop, Adrian opens the door and takes my hand.
“Do you like Fifth Avenue?” He says raising one eyebrow, and with a wicked smile across his face.
“Yes I love it, it’s always been my favorite ever since I was little.”
“Then what are we waiting for.”
He walks me down the cold street that is so busy. He has his arm around my waist as he glides towering over me. As soon as he stepped out the car, he took out his black aviator sunglasses and slid them onto his face. He is breathtakingly beautiful and I can honestly say that every woman I see is making evil eyes at me. However, I do not care, I feel so incredible right now that nothing could spoil this moment.
“Let’s go in here,” Adrian, say as he whisks me into the Rolex store.
“Hello welcome to Rolex, how can I help you?” The shop assistant says, not looking at me in the slightest bit, instead with her eyes fully placed on Adrian.
“I would like to see some ladies watches,”
“No problem, come on over.”
Adrian takes of his sunglasses and slips them into the front of his shirt. He takes me over to the counter, where the woman is taking a tray of watches out of the glass cabinet. She places them carefully on the glass-polished counter, still not taking her eyes off Adrian.
“Which one do you like?” I look up at him with look of annoyance.
“Adrian you can’t,”
“Which one do you like?” I sigh, “They are all so nice.”
“Which one Alanna,”
“You choose, I couldn’t possibly and you seem to know what I like, so you pick one.” Adrian exhales and looks a little annoyed with me. He starts picking up a few, but putting them straight back down.
“Do you have one that’s similar to this one,” he pulls back his sleeve to reveal a massive yellow gold diamond incrusted watch.
“I will have a look in the back.” I loo
k to Adrian
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Buy me a Rolex, I don’t need things Adrian.”
“I know you don’t, but I want you to have them so please let me.” I sigh.
“I am never going to win this argument am I?”
“No,” he says and kisses me again.
The shop assistant walks briskly back to us, and places a smaller but equally the same yellow gold diamond Rolex in Adrian’s hand. He looks over it and he takes my arm, he slips the watch onto my wrist and says.
“Do you like this one?” I look down at the watch and I do like it. “It is beautiful Adrian.”
“I will take this one,” he says to the shop assistant.
“Do you want to keep it on Miss, or shall I wrap it up for you?”
“Either way is fine.”
“Just give us the box my girlfriend will keep the watch on.” Did Adrian just call me his girlfriend? I look to him.
“Adrian you just said I was your girlfriend?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Yes, but hearing you say it is a little surprising,” he smirks and shakes his head.
Adrian glides over to the counter to pay for the watch. I notice that the shop assistant is being too flirty with him. She is glaring into his eyes, touching his arm and letting out little giggles. I would be a little mad but how can I get mad for something that is so there in your face. There is no way he can look like that, and not have woman everywhere he goes flirt with him. I have accepted that, it is just something that I will have to get used to. When he has paid for the over expensive watch, he glides back over to me and he gives me the bag. He wraps his arm again around my waist, with the other; he pushes his sunglasses back on, and I gasp at the sight of him. We walk out into the busy street once again, and Adrian has a smirk on his face that is too immense, that I have to ask him about it.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, I just know now that I have found my girl.”
“Ah that’s too cute, you are blushing.”
“No I am not, which store do want to go in next?” Adrian quickly says trying to get me to change the subject. Therefore, I give in and say.
“Whatever one you want,”
“I notice you have Louis Vuitton bags, would you like to go in there?”
“No its fine, I have them already, let’s go get some coffee,” I say trying to get him to walk away from the stores. I know most girls would love a handsome guy buying them gifts, but as for me, I do not really feel comfortable accepting these over-expensive ones. I would rather he bought me dinner and sat and talked me all night, than spend his money on fancy watches and handbags. Although I cannot deny the watch Adrian bought me is gorgeous. I know that he is just the type that wants to buy me gifts all the time. However, the time will come that I will have to draw a line under it.
“Coffee it is.”
We walk along the street in silence until we spot a little chic coffee shop. We enter and Adrian grabs us a table at the back. I order myself a latte and an earl grey tea for Adrian. As I take the drinks over to the table, I look out the window and there it is again the black Lamborghini. My heart starts to thump and I cannot breathe.
“Adrian the car, the Lamborghini it’s there again.”
“Where,”
“Out there, look out the window you will see.”
Adrian rises up so furiously, he looks out window but as he does the car speeds away. “Come on, we must go.” Adrian grabs my arm and pulls me out the coffee shop and onto the street.
“What are you doing?”
“We have to go, it is not safe”
“Adrian they are gone now, it’s okay.”
“No its not they have seen you with me, that’s it, it’s over.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you still not believe me Alanna that you are in danger?”
“No I do, but I it’s just,”
“There is no time Alanna, come on.” Adrian walks so fast that I almost cannot keep up. He is dragging me along after him holding onto my arm.
“Adrian you are hurting me,” I say, as my feet cannot keep up any longer, I stop in my tracks and look at him.
“Alanna I didn’t mean to hurt you, please will you just come on.”
“No I won’t, I can’t until you tell me what this is all about.”
“Alanna don’t make me do this,”
“Do what?” I look at him a little scared. Before I have the chance to breathe, Adrian has walked over to me, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He starts to march up the street again so fast.
“Let me go,” I shout but he does not even hear me. This is so embarrassing that I could kill him. I start to punch his back but he does not even feel it. Therefore, I hit him harder and still he does not even flinch. We arrive back at the car and Adrian finally lets me down. I am so annoyed with him that I cannot even look at him. He tries to take my hand but I push him away. I look at him with such anger in my eyes, who does he think he is? More to the point, what does he think that I am? Some little dog he can pick up and throw about whenever he wants. The way he grabbed my arm, I felt like it was going to fall out the socket. Who is this person?
“Alanna please get in the car,” I do not respond I just turn my head away from him, which only seemed to anger him more.
“Alanna get in the car.”
“No, why should I do anything you say?”
“I am trying to keep you safe, are too stupid to understand that?”
“Don’t speak to me like that, who do you think you are?”
“Alanna if you don’t get in the car right now I will throw you in, it’s your choice.” he shouts and he takes my arms in his strong grasp, he looks directly in my eyes, and I feel like maybe I should do as he says. No, I do not have to he does not own me. I break free and turn my back on him.
“Get in now.”
The look on his face and the depth in his voice I have never heard or seen before, what kind of person is he. I turn back around and look into his glowing green eyes, I sigh and give up, I climb into the car and I do not even for second, look at Adrian Black.
Nineteen
When I finally get back to the hotel, I am so glad. I could not bear another minute of sitting in the car in silence, with Adrian sitting there on his phone. I did not even turn my head to look at him on the way back. I would not give him the satisfaction. His fury only showed when he got so annoyed with whatever was on his phone, that he threw it as hard as he could on the floor. I have not seen this side to him; he keeps telling me he is bad maybe I should start to believe him. The staff at the hotel greet us with such happiness that only hotel staff can fake. Adrian does not even see them; he just marches straight into the elevator and me, I simply follow behind him. All the time I am thinking of how annoyed I am with him. I cannot begin to take it in, one minute he was fine and buying me Rolex’s, and the next he is throwing me over his shoulder and shouting at me. Maybe Sophie is right, maybe he is a psycho. He opens the door and waits for me to come in behind him. He walks over to the lounge area and stands there waiting for me to come over. I walk over but make sure I keep my distance from him. He does not say a word; he just stands there looking at me. I shake my head at him the least he could do is apologise. However, nothing comes out of his mouth, just a blank stare on his face. I take a long look at him feeling so annoyed that I turn my back and walk furiously along the hallway to my room. I slam the door behind me loud enough for him to hear. I take off my shoes and throw myself onto the bed. As I lay there, I have flashes back to today, how happy the morning started out then of how sour it turned. If he loves me as he says he does, then he has a funny way of showing it. He really hurt me today when he pulled me along like that. I have no words to describe how annoyed I feel with him. I sit up onto the bed and look across the room, why is he so controlling? He has to know where I am all the time and he sent his stepbrother over from Londo
n to protect and look after me. He was not happy about me talking to Marco, and made sure that I did not anymore. Now as I look at the room, did he even control where I stayed to rest after my hospital visit? I could have stayed at the dorm, and after all, it was not college that had me so stressed. It was him and the way he had me scared. Ever since I have been with him, I feel like I am not myself, I was once a feisty little blonde, who took nothing from no one. Now I am scared little girl, who does whatever a gorgeous, dangerous man from London says. Even my friendship with Sophie seems like it has compromised. I feel I cannot talk to her about anything because he gets in the way. I cannot listen to a single bad word she has to say about him. Maybe I cannot handle her telling me the truth. However, even though I am feeling this way, I still cannot help the way I feel about him. I love him so much that I cannot bear it, I cannot think about anything else but him. He is my world, he is the air that I breathe but I cannot let him control me the way he does and I cannot take all the secrets that he has. I know I try to put it out of my mind but it does not go away. Every time I see that back Lamborghini, I cannot help but think of what he has done. Whatever it was, has to be awful, there is people who want to hurt him by killing me. That is what he fears the most and that is the reason, he had gotten angry today. He knows that if something were to happen to me, that it would be his fault for loving me. I need to know what his secret is; I will not go on with him not knowing. Why should I put my life at risk for someone that is not even being honest with me? Why do I think it is normal for me to risk my life for someone? Would he do the same? Does he have me as messed up as him? Bleep, my phone, I reach over to my bag and take out my iPhone, I have a new message from Sophie it says,
Alanna I am sorry for the other day, I would love to talk and put all this behind us. A tear begins to run down my face as I write my reply,
Sophie I am sorry for the things I said, could you forgive me?
It is me who should be saying sorry, I did not even give Adrian chance, I am sure he is a lovely person.
I want to talk to Sophie about everything but I cannot. I decide I will tell her about today’s events but leaving out some of the major details.
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