Three Thousand Miles(42)

“Jeff how are you, mate,” his London accent seems much stronger than before and the sound is like music to my ears. I watch Adrian as he takes in what Jeff is saying. His forehead is wrinkling and there is stress in his eyes.

“I see, if that’s the case then sort it.” Adrian informs Jeff. I glance at him again and now I can see his stress levels are building. He rapidly runs his fingers through his hair as he responds to his business associate.

“That bloke is a time waster. Go with the other firm.” Adrian insists. Jeff agrees with what Adrian says and he quickly ends the call. Adrian places his phone back into his inside jacket pocket and he exhales rather loudly.

“Is everything okay?” I ask him softly. He again runs his fingers through his hair as he turns to face me.

“It is just business and it will bore you.” He smirks as he lets out his words. I reach over and take his hand.

“Try me,”

“Okay, before I left to come to you. I had a deal that I was supposed to confirm. With everything that happened, I lost sight of it all and I backed out. The company is now trying to establish the deal but the firm is not so eager.” My heart begins to race at his confession. I never thought that I would be to blame for his business deals going wrong.

“I am sorry.” I apologise. Adrian quickly turns fully around to me.

“Baby, what are you sorry for?” I swallow hard as I try to choke out my words.

“I am reason that you are here and not in London looking after your company.” He smirks at me.

“You are worth ten of the company and don’t ever think like that again.” I briefly smile at him but inside I still feel awful for keeping him from his work. He holds my hand as the car pulls up. Adrian quickly opens the door and jumps out of the car. He swiftly walks over to my side and he opens the door for me. I smile at him as I take his hand. He walks me to the sidewalk and softly says,

“Wait here a minute, I won’t be long.” I watch as he strides over to the driver and gives him a handful of money. He marches straight back over to me and he holds out his arm for me to take it.

“Come on, baby.” He says with a smirk. I simply take his arm as he leads me down the street. I glance around as I wonder where he is taking me. The street looks familiar and I know that I have been here before. I walk at ease with Adrian as he escorts me to the entrance of the Empire State Building. I look to him,

“Adrian I love it here but I think that they close early.” He opens the door and slightly pushes me in. I look at him and he does not respond. Adrian again takes my arm in his as we walk over to the elevator. The receptionist makes a welcoming nod towards Adrian and I soon think that this evening has been planned out. Adrian whisks me into the elevator and he glances at the man who shows us the way.

“I have it from here.” He says firmly to man and he soon backs away. The shiny doors close and I am alone with Adrian. The ride seems as if it is taking forever and I am not too good with small spaces. Adrian notices the despair on my face and he soon moves closer to me. He gently places his hand on my waist and the other on my cheek. He pulls me closer to him and he leans in and kisses me. He pulls back and says,

“Did that help?” I blush and I move closer to him. He grabs me firmer and kisses me again. We are stopped in our tracks as the door opens. Adrian strides out the elevator and I do the same. As soon as I do, I see what only can be described as the most romantic setting ever. The entire ground area is covered in red rose petals and there are soft light candles everywhere. A small round table is positioned in the middle of the ground and is overflowing with roses and a massive ice bucket, which has a bottle of Cristal poking out. I glare at Adrian and he smiles at me. He walks me over to the table and that is when I see a tall, blonde haired man. He is dressed in a black suit as he plays a soft tune on a violin. The man smiles at me as Adrian pulls out a chair for me. I quickly sit and I begin to take off my jacket.

“Alanna, it would be better if you kept your jacket on.” Adrian says as he raises his thick dark eyebrow. I briefly smile at him and I tighten my jacket once again. Adrian sits opposite me and he begins to pour me a glass of Champagne. I glare at him,

“Adrian, why don’t you drink,” he slides the glass over to me and he gently exhales.

“I don’t drink because I fear that if I did then I would not stop. Alice was an alcoholic and I am scared that I could be the same.” He looks down at the ground as his words choke from his lips. I lean over and I gently stroke his hand.

“You are nothing like her. You are a strong enough person to enjoy alcohol responsibly.” Adrian moves his hand from undermine and places it on the top of my hand. He gazes at me with those glowing green eyes.