“Come with me,” he says as he takes me along the hallway and into the bedroom. He walks over to the closet and he instructs me to follow him. I do as he says and he opens the closet and switches on the light. He gently pushes me into the room and I smile when I see what he is trying to show me. The closet is filled with new clothes and handbags of every kind. Boxes of shoes are piled high and the sight of the closet reminds me of the closet at the safe house in New York. The clothes are same but what remains different is that the last time I was in a closet like this I was with Michael. My face again feels hot as I think of him. I quickly try to put him out of my mind and I turn towards Adrian.
“Thanks for this. I really appreciate you buying me all this new stuff. I am the luckiest girl in the world.” Adrian grips me again with force and he pulls me very close to him. He cups my face as he whispers.
“Baby, I am the luckiest bloke in the world to be with you.”
Adrian excuses himself as I inform him that I need a few moments to change for bed. I rummage through the piles of new clothes in the closet and I finally find a suitable pair of silk pyjamas. I tie my hair up into a high ponytail as I splash some cold water onto my face. I quickly brush my teeth and I switch off the light. I make my way over to the bed and slowly climb under the covers. I sigh as my head hits the pillow and I begin to fall into a deep sleep.
I walk into a bright room and my eyes cannot fully adjust. I try to focus and as I do, I see a figure striding towards me. I cannot make out who it is all I can see is a black suit.
“Excuse me Alanna, please come with me.” I hear the man say in a smooth British accent. I look down at my feet and I am surprised as they are already moving in same direction as the man. He walks me into another room that is not as bright as the last one. He turns his back on me and all I can see is his dark hair. He towers above me as I glare up at him. I watch as he makes his way over to a table in the middle of the room. He lifts a glass and he turns towards me. I see his face and I melt in his eyes. He walks over to me and he hands me the glass of champagne. I slowly sip the beverage as he stares at me. I let go of the glass and it smashes hard against the floor. He smiles at my gesture and he moves closer to me. I reach out to him and I pull him close. He leans down to me and he pushes my hair from my face. I close my eyes at his touch and I melt irrevocably. I feel his lips on mine and my cravings are satisfied. I gently pull away from him and I place my finger onto his lip. His mouth opens to say.
“I told you it was me that you wanted.” I smile at him and I kiss him again.
“Michael I love you.”
I wake with a jolt and I lunge out of the bed. I hold my head in my hands and I cannot believe that I dreamt of Michael - again. I am so angry with myself for dreaming of him and I wish that my vivid dreams of him would perish. I hate that he has a hold over me and I cannot stand the feeling I have every time that I wake from a dream about Michael. Guilt takes over my body and I find it hard to look at Adrian. I fear that he will see right through me and leave in an instant. I try my hardest to forget the dream as I make my out the room and into the kitchen. I open the fridge and I take out a bottle of Evian. I take a brief sip of the water and then I start for Adrian’s room. His door is slightly open and there is a soft glow from his room.
“Alanna,” I hear him say as I approach his door. I push it open further and I gasp when I see Adrian. He is lying on his bed, shirtless and with laptop placed onto his lap. He sees me and he quickly closes the computer.
“Baby why aren’t you asleep?” I walk further into his room and I stand by his bedside.
“I was sleeping but I had a bad dream.” I confess. Adrian reaches forward and he pulls me onto the bed next to him. He huddles me close into his bare chest and I feel safe in his arms.
Nineteen
I wake the next morning to find that I slept the entire night in Adrian’s room. I look around but he is nowhere in sight. I get out the massive bed and I walk out into the hallway. I fix my hair as I see Adrian sitting at the elegant dining table. He is talking on his phone as he sips a small cup of tea. I walk over to him and I take a seat opposite. Breakfast is laid out onto the table and I begin to eat as Adrian continues to talk on his phone. I pour myself a coffee as I watch his facial expressions. His deep green eyes are serious as he listens to his colleague. He gently rolls his eyes as he replies. His dark eyebrows are raised and he is gently biting his lip as he runs his fingers through his tousled hair. I stare at him and I really believe that my eyes could literally fall from their sockets at the sight of him. He ends his call and he places his phone onto the table.