Pull Me Back To You

CHAPTER-7

Weeks have passed in Bahamas and even with the beautiful place I am in, I can't help but wonder about the death note or that person trying to crash the car in me in Detroit.

Darius is out for work most of the time which makes me suspicious, what work does he have when he said this is a vacation given by his company.When he comes back he is usually cuddling with me so I can't even go out with him. Which makes it easier for me to roam around when he's out.

"May I join you my Lady? " I turned around to see a guy wearing beach clothes and smilling smugly at me.

He looked like a tourist as well.

"I think I am better off by myself" I quickly turned around not wanting to indulge myself in talks with a stranger.

"Does your name start with an A?"I turned to look at him with his eyes closed And fingers on his temples "And if I am right it's Adrienne" He opened his eyes to look at me, this time all serious.

"How do you know my name? " I glared at him.

I was starting to become conscious about my surroundings. Considering the last time someone recognised me it didn't go well, I might as well be ready to run if needed.

"Well, I know more about you. Wait" He closed his eyes again, this time rubbing his eyelids.

Can I run away right now? What if he has a gun?

"And how do you know that? " I questioned again, noticing a few people coming towards us.

He won't be able to do much in these many people would he?

"I am what many people may call a psychic. I know everything about you more than you do probably"

A psychic? Strange excuse. Does he want me to go with him myself and help him kidnapping me or whatever he wants? I don't think so.

"What do you think will happen with me next then? " I raised my eyebrows showing him fake interest.

He almost grinned if I am not wrong.

"You will meet the person who will save you from getting yourself killed. If this happens, you should thank that person and do everything that they demand" he opened his eyes again and nearly gave me a heart attack with the expressions he was giving.

If he is an assassin, I doubt someone would hire him.

If I wear heels and get drunk I probably have higher chance of getting myself killed than him killing me.

I shook my head. This whole situation was getting into my head.

"I think I should leave" I said and turned around before he could say something or waste more of my time.

What a guy!

When I didn't hear any objection from behind me, it confirmed my theory of me going nuts.
I should get something to drink.

I stumbled into someone's back as I was walking mindlessly towards the hotel we were staying in. Why do I always get myself in these shitty situations?

Looking up, I saw a big guy with a bunch of ladies around him.

"Watch it bitch! " Shouted one of the ladies around him.

"Whom did you just call a bitch" I shot back. Just to gain that guy's attention this stupid woman was trying to jump on me. As if I'll let her be.

"You of course. I don't see anybody else intentionally hitting on someone's man" She glared trying to scare me, as if it was working.

I rolled my eyes and gave her the middle finger as I walked off, I don't have time for some stupid people getting on my nerves.