Three Thousand Miles(24)

“Alanna,” Michael says bitterly. I lean my head back and look up at him, with my stinging eyes.

“Yes, Michael?” He has a considerate look on his face.

“How are you?” I clear my throat and whisper.

“Physically I am fine, but I am an emotional wreck.” Michael shakes his head,

“Alanna, why are you crying?”

“Adrian called me; he told me he never loved me.” He rolls his eyes at my words,

“That bastard, I could kill him for the way he is acting.” I sigh and I have never seen Michael look so disappointed in someone.

“He said I was harassing him, he wants no contact with me, and what will I do?” Michael walks over to my bedside; he sits on the edge of my bed and takes my hand in his. His long thin fingers intertwine with mine and my skin tingles at his touch. With his other hand he lifts up my chin, my hair falls over my face with my movement and Michael carefully pushes it back. He looks deeply into my eyes, and I gaze into his. This man saved my life, his braveness overtook the fear that was inside of him as we ran for our lives. He stepped in front of a bullet for me and sitting here with him, I feel that I am bonded with him even more than I was before. I briefly close my eyes and the taste of Michael’s kiss floods back to my memory. I feel his hand again on my chin and I open my eyes, I look into his ocean blue eyes.

“I never thanked you for saving me,” he smirks and his lips twitch to form a great smile. He exhales and I can feel his breath against my cheek.

“You are most welcome Miss Hart.” He says in a posh accent. I smile at him and I lean back a little from him. He notices my movements and he quickly walks back over the chair. I stare at him and he stares back. There is no doubting that there is some type of chemistry between us. His bold stare sees right through me and I feel uneasy in his presence. I bite my lip as I lock my eyes on his. I catch my breath and I say,

“Michael, have you heard from Adrian?” He exhales deeply.

“No, he hasn’t called me; I am annoyed with the bastard.”

“Tell me about it,” I say as I roll my eyes deep into their sockets.

“He said that he didn’t love you?”

“Yes, he said that he never has and never will, now I am bound to the fact that everything we had was, just a lie.” Michael shifts forward in the seat; he rests his arms on his legs.

“Alanna, you and I both know that he is lying. He loves you, I know him and he is just trying to put you off him.”

“Do you really think so?” Michael gets off the seat and briskly walks over to me. He again sits on the edge of my bed,

“Alanna, he is crazy about you. However, he feels that you are better off without him. He is trying to push to you away and it looks like it is working.” I push my hair back from my face as I reply,

“Michael, you have to talk to him, he will listen to you.”

“No, Alanna he won’t, if he has this set in his mind, no one will talk him out of it.” Michael removes his hand from my face, but immediately places it on my arm. I again tingle at his touch,

“Michael, what about your father, has Adrian talked to him?”

“No, he has not had any contact with my father. We don’t know where he is.” I jolt forward with anticipation.

“He has to be in France, there is nowhere else he could be.”

“Alanna, my father has flown to St Tropez, he is not there.” I wrinkle my forehead in disbelief, where else could Adrian be?

“What about his company?”

“He has put Jeff in charge, trust me when I say, no-one knows where he is.” I am astonished and I run my finger along my lips as I think. Adrian is being careless, if he does not want to be with me, then that is fine. However, he should not jeopardise the empire that he has built, over me. I feel that he is being foolish in his actions. He will only find himself to be miserable if he does not regain the power that he has.

“Michael, you have to talk to him.”

“Alanna, I would not give that idiot the pleasure.”

“Don’t talk about him like that.” I pull my arm away from Michaels grip and he looks astounded at my movements.

“I will talk about that fool in any way I want.” I tut rather loudly,

“You aren’t funny, or clever. You pretend that you do not care about him, but I can see right through you. You are more worried about him than anyone else.” I frustrate Michael; he rises up quickly and sits again on the chair.

“I doesn’t matter if I am worried or not, he is an idiot for the way he is treating you.” I slide the bed covers off my legs, and I edge out of the bed. Michael immediately stands up and approaches me. I look up into his eyes,