Three Thousand Miles (23 page)

Nine

Adrian speeds around the city as we head for our hotel. I gaze at him and I wonder how
it is that
he knows his way around Miami?

“You seem to know your way around.” I ask as I maintain my grip on the armrest.

“You could
say that, are you surprised?” H
e says smugly. I turn to face him as the car comes to a stop at the red light.

“I am a little; you are from London so you shouldn’t really know your way around Miami.” His grin melts me every time I witness it and now that I am seeing it in the sun I cannot explain it, but it is making him irresistible to me.

“I used to come here a lot and I remember my way around.” The red light turns to green and Adrian puts his foot to the floor. The car has overwhelming speed as he glides through the traffic. We stop suddenly at another red light and Adrian instantly turns to me.

“Baby, kiss me.” He leans over and he pulls my head towards him. I jerk forward and he kisses me too passionately. The lights must turn to green as I hear people tooting their horns at us. Adrian pays no attention to them and he maintains his hold on me. The toots gets louder and they begin to last longer. Adrian finally pulls away and the wicked smirk he has on his face is captivating. A car pulls alongside us as we sit in the red light once again.

“Dude, you made me miss the light, do you know how late I am?” A dark haired guy in a drop top Mercedes says. Adrian laughs at him and smugly says,

“I don’t really care,” I look at him and I would be lying if I said that his smug behaviour did not impress me. The light flashes to green and Adrian a
gain speeds off.  We turn onto South B
each and I gaze at spectacular surroundings. The sea is glistening and the luxury houses are breath taking. I smile and I stretch my hand out as we drive. Adrian notices my actions and he catches my hand. I look at him and he smiles. He swiftly takes our hands and lunges them upwards. He gently pushes the accelerator and I feel the wind as it blows through my hair. Adrian’s fingers are intertwined in mine as I look out onto the streets of South Beach. I watch as many people stare and normally this would bother me. However, today I really could not care. People can stare and point and even laugh as much as they want and it will not bother me. Nothing could ever ruin this moment I have with Adrian.

Adrian glides the car into The Setai Hotel. H
e pulls up in front of the massive doors
and
a
valet man quickly ushers towards us.

“Sir
,
may I park your car for you?” He asks in a Latin accent. Adrian flips him the keys and he quickly rushes over and opens the doors for me.

“Thanks,” I say as I smile at the small dark haired man. Adrian quickly rushes to my side and he slides his hand around my waist.

“Mr Black, welcome back.” The hotel staff
greet as we walk in. I glance at him and I cannot hold back my
giggle. Adrian quickly nudges me as he tries his best to hold back his laugh. We walk over to the reception and Adrian loosens his grip on me. While he fills out the paper work, I take a minute to bask in these surroundings. The dark wooded area of the grand entrance astounds me. Massive flower displays contribute to the lobbies’ elegancy and I take in the fresh seawater scent that fills the room. Adrian finishes the paperwork and now a bellman is showing us to our room. I automatically wonder if that Adrian has booked us separate rooms and I really hope that he has not. I want to stay with him and I never want to let him out of my sight. My mind flashes back to Mandy the airhostess and I remember the way that I felt as I watched her flirt with him. I felt as if I wanted to rip her head off for even thinking that she had the right to flirt with my boyfriend. I quickly shake off that urge, as
I am not accustomed to
that type of feeling.

The long elevator ride to the top of the building is masked by deep passionate glances between Adrian and me. I smile at him as I lightly fan my face. The doors open into the large tower penthouse, I soon realise that Adrian, and I will be sharing a room. Adrian takes my bags from the bellman whilst he hands him a rather large tip. I glide into the beautiful suite and I lose my breath. The room is oversized and is designed in the most elegant finishing’s. The sofas are cream and I walk over a run my hand along their soft fabric. I am astounded by the view as I gaze out of the large glass windows at the back of the room. I sigh and I feel Adrian behind me.

“This is beautiful.” I say as he grips onto me. I feel a soft kiss on the back of my head and I turn around to face him. He gazes at me with
those green eyes and I
feel as if
I could almost pass out. He pulls me closer to him and I lose myself in his demeanour. 

“This beauty is nothing compared to yours.” I melt at his words and he kisses me softly.

“Come with me I will show you to your room.” He gently takes my hand as we walk along the narrow hallway of the suite. Adrian stops at the door and he slowly pushes it open. He takes me by
my
back and he nudges me through the door. I walk into the large room and Adrian follows. I look around at the surroundings and I smile. The large four-poster bed is centred in the middle of room and has a view, which looks out onto the entire ocean. The luxurious sheets are covered in red rose petals and the bed looks very welcoming. I wander around the room and I take in its entire beauty. Adrian quietly stands by the door with his arms folded and massive grin on his face. I quickly walk over to him.

“This room is amazing, but where are you going to sleep?” He laughs at my question and he slides his fingers again through his chocolate coloured hair.

“There are four bedrooms in here, I am sure that I find one to sleep in.” He says in a sarcastic tone. I do not respond to his words instead I sit carefully onto the bed. Adrian strides out of the room and he returns quickly. I gaze at him as he sets down two Louis Vuitton suitcases. I quickly rise from the bed and I walk over to Adrian.

“Here is your luggage,” I smile at him.

“Thanks, will I unpack?” I ask. He smiles deeply at me.

“Just get changed, t
he maids will unpack for you.” H
e smugly says. I glare at him and I know that I am going to sound stupid with my next words.

“What shall I change into?” I hold back my giggle as the words pass from my lips.

“Something sexy and Alanna I am taking you on yacht so remember to pack your bikini.” I awkwardly flash him a smile as he walks out of the room. I franticly open one of the suitcases and I begin to search through the clothes. I
take out a short white maxi dress and pair of gold sandals. I rummage through the other items and I notice that all the clothes are designer. I quickly open the other suitcase and I begin to rummage again through the designer threads. Adrian said that we are going on a yacht and that I was to remember to pack a bikini. I neurotically look through the bikinis in the suitcase, as there are so many to choose from. I take out a white and gold one, but I thro
w
back into the case as I feel that it is a little too revealing. I flick through the rest of them and I finally settle on a plain black bikini. I rush into the bathroom and I quickly get changed. I slip the bi
kini on first and then I throw
on the white silky Dior maxi dress. I flip on the light and I gaze at myself in the mirror. I quickly apply some lip balm and I run the comb through my hair. I take a deep breath and slowly lift up
the
dress to reveal my wound. I gasp as I gaze at the plaster that conceals the bullet hole and with
panic
I quickly hide it. I lean down onto the counter and I hold my head in my hands. I quickly stand up again and look at my scar. I peel back the light plaster and I see the full extent of the damage. To my surprise, it is not that bad. The skin around it is still slightly angered but the actual wound is not that big. I slide my dress back down and I quickly shut off the light. I walk briskly into the room and I grab my handbag on my way out of the room. I push open the door and stride out into the large oversized penthouse.

“Baby, are you ready?” Adrian asks as he walks over to me. I smile at him and I take in his new clothes. He has changed into a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark blue khaki shorts. His sunglasses are fitted into the top pocket of his shirt and his hair is tousled around his face. He slicks it back with
a
hand as he wraps his arm around me.

“I am ready, you look handsome.” I say slightly blushing. He looks down at me and smirks. He escorts me down the stairs and ushers me again into the white Bentley. I slip into the front seat and Adrian quickly gets in the car. He swiftly puts his sunglasses on and he smiles as the car pulls away.

We arrive at the marina and Adrian quickly escorts me out of the car and along the walkway. He takes my hand as he glides me through the busy crowd. I stare at the glorious scenery but none of it compares to Adrian’s beauty.

“Which yacht are we going on?” I ask as I gaze at the spectacular yachts.

“The large one,” he says smugly. I look at the
y
acht that he is referring to and I gasp. The massive boat is miles grander than any other one and I notice
that
the
staff on board
are
dressed in glamorous white uniforms. A tall blonde woman quickly greets us as we step on board. She is ca
rrying
two glasses of champagne and she has a wide grin on her face.

“Mr Black, welcome back and w
ho is this lovely young lady?” S
he asks as she stares me up and down.

“This is Alanna, and you know that I don’t drink.” Adrian snaps. I look at him and he quickly smiles at me. The woman hands me the glass and she quickly walks over to the bar and picks up a bottle of Evian. Adrian glares at her as she approaches us.

“Sorry Mr Black, I forgot,” the woman apologies. I shoot Adrian a disapproving look and he quickly realises his actions were uncalled for. He pulls me gently towards him and rubs my shoulder with his strong hand.

“Please excuse my rudeness.” He quickly says. He glances down at me and I proudly smile up at him. We walk along the boat deck and Adrian ushers me up the stairs. We stroll along the deck until we approach the sun loungers.

“Baby, which one do you want?” Adrian points to luxurious beds. I smile at the sight of them and I quickly choose my seat.  Adrian takes the bed next to me and he quickly takes off his shirt. As I stare at his gorgeous, buff body, the glass that I am
holi
d
ng
has fallen onto the boat deck. There is a slight bang and I feel my face burst into flames. The champagne has begun to tipple out and is now running freely down the deck. The server quickly runs over to me and she begins to clear up the broken glass. I am so embarrassed and I cannot bear to look at Adrian. I slowly lift my feet onto the lounger and I lean back, whilst the woman clears up my mess. I clutch my forehead and I exhale. I finally manage to look at Adrian and I see that he is leaning back and is fully stretched out onto the bed. He looks over to me and he manages again to astound me.

“What was all that about?” H
e asks smugly. I blush and I cannot hold back a smile as I glare at his body. He waits patiently as I try to respond.

“Nothing the glass just slipped.” I lie. The glass did not just slip but I totally lost all grip on it as I stared at Adrian. That was the first time
I have
ever seen him like that and his body took me by surprise. I never expected him to have arms like that and I never expected him to take his shirt off. I sigh and I again look over at him. He is like a god and I cannot tear my eyes away from him.

“Aren’t you too hot in that dress?
” H
e asks and I know what he is referring to. I do not respond to his words instead I stand up and with one swift movement; I lift my dress to reveal my black bikini. Adrian glares at me and I watch as a gentle smile comes to his face. I nervously flick my hair down my back and I again sit on the lounger. Adrian turns to me.

“Baby, come over to me.” My heart races slightly and I do as he says. I walk over to him and I stand by his bedside. He sits up and he takes off his sunglasses. He looks up at me as he gently strokes my bullet wound.

“Does this still hurt?” He says coolly.

“No I don’t suffer pain anymore.” I say crisply. Adrian adjusts his eyes as he looks up at me.

“Are
you insecure about the scar?” H
e asks. I look down at my scar and I shake my head.

“Not really, it’s fine.” I admit. Adrian has a very serious look on his face as he gently strokes my abdomen.

“If you want to get it removed I can help you,” he says. I narrow my eyes at him and I say.