Three Thousand Miles To You(64)

Okay,

I will text you before you go to sleep.

Okay Adrian,

Until next time baby,

I sit on the huge bed and try to take all this in. I get up and go back into the closet to have another look at everything that is there. I slide my hand along the long line of designer dresses, every one more glamorous than the last. There are boxes of shoes piled high with names of Jimmy Choo and Louboutin. Over on the other side there are so many handbags that I cannot count them, and one of every designer. From Hermes to Chanel and one of every color, down on the floor there are bags from Nordstrom filled with every kind of jeans. I take out one pair and see that they are true religion, and that they are just my size. There are many more bags filled with t-shirts and tops. I take out one of the many sweat suits, and change into it. Everything in this closet fits me like a glove. I am stunned that Adrian guessed my size so perfectly. Everything that is in the closet is something that I love, I feel like he knows me so well. Adrian is the love of my life and I feel so annoyed at Sophie for not being supportive of me. I hate the thought that she says bad things about Adrian. If she would just take the time to not judge him, but to get to know him instead, then maybe she would see the real him. The kind and understanding guy that he is under his hard surface. He acts as if he is made of steel but underneath he is pure silk. He is warm and generous; he is not over controlling just protective of me, he wants to keep me safe. I do not think there is another guy on the planet, which would let his girlfriend share a house with another guy that loves her, if he did not want her to be safe. Adrian is a bigger person to see the bigger picture. He knows that I would never do anything to hurt him and by letting me stay with Michael, he is just proving his trust in me.





Twenty-three



The next morning I wake, and gape fully at the environment that I am now living in. The bedroom is too enormous with chic finishing’s. I get out of bed and go into the large bathroom that is connected to the bedroom. I switch on the light and see that on the counter, there are all my favorite products. From the hair spray I use to the toothpaste, everything I could ever need is here. I cannot help but wonder how Adrian knows so much about me. It is as if he has known me all my life and even then, I still do not know how he would know what serum I use in my hair. I go into the massive closet and start to pick through the bags, I take out a dark blue pair of skinny jeans and plain pink t-shirt. There are some pairs of flip-flops down on a shoe rack on the floor and again all in my size. I pick out a black pair and close the door behind me. When I walk out into the hallway, I cannot see Michael anywhere but I can hear his voice in the distance. I walk through another hallway that leads out into the kitchen/living area. As I do, I see Michael talking to one of the huge security guards.

“Alanna, good you’re up,” Michael says, shocking me with a smile.

“This is Jackson he will be here with us for the duration of our stay.”

I look at the massive man, he has a shaved head and is dressed in a black uniform. I can see he has a gun clipped onto his trousers and that freaks me out a little. I look over to him and say,

“Hello Jackson, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you to, now there are some things I need to go over with you, okay?”

“Yes of course, go ahead,”

“My colleague and I are here to protect you. If you need to go out anywhere then one of us will be with you at all times, don’t be afraid we are here to keep you safe, and if you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask one of us.” I try to process everything he is saying in his strong New York accent.

“Okay, no problem,” is all I manage to say.

He walks over to the front door and gazes out all the windows. Once he checks that everything is fine, he takes a seat by the door. I turn to Michael, who I must say, looks amazing today. He is wearing a dark blue pair of jeans and fitted white shirt that looks so good against his tanned skin. His hair is dark and straggly and his eyes are piercing.

“Do you want some breakfast?” I look at him my eyes wide from his beauty. I see a small dark haired women walk into the kitchen. She is wearing a white uniform and has a black apron round her waist.

“This is Maggie she is our chef,”

“Hi,” I say, not fully absorbing this. I am still in a state of shock at how much my life has changed since yesterday, has Adrian gone too far with all this?

“Sweetheart, what would you like?” The small dark haired woman says with an innocent smile on her thin lips.

“Whatever is the easiest to make,”

“Would you like some pancakes?”

“Yes that would be great thanks,” I say giving her a smile. Michael walks over to the lounge area and sits on one of the huge armchairs. I follow him and sit on the one next to him.