The Billionaire CEO

Chapter Eleven

Later that night Adrian and I walked out from the elevator across the elaborately decorated lobby towards the front doors.

He had already chosen the key for the vehicle we would be travelling in to the Marina, though knowing him I had my suspicions.

Getting to the line of Ferrari's he held up the key to unlock the 812 GTS that had been left for our usage, and pre checked by Elijah and the guards.

Walking over to the passenger side I slid into the seat at the same time as Adrian before I heard the engine start.

Driving away towards the Marina I once again got to see Dubai at night with all of its lights and expensive appearance in the dead of night while the Arabian sun set on the horizon.

Getting to the Yacht Club where the boat that Adrian rented for two days was.

I then spotted it across the water but it wasn't a normal yacht it suited Adrian too well to be a coincidence.

"Adrian?" I puzzle.

"Yes Bellissima" he says glancing over at me as we get to the pier.

"Is that yacht yours?" I say pointing to the grey yacht.

"Yes it is don't you recognize it" Adrian muses and I begin to look at the boat more clearly until it hits me.

"It's the Angelina" I say and he smirks.

"Yes brought down from London, it took the whole week after I found out I had the opening of Eastern Oil to attend".

"I forgot that you put it in London" I admit and he laughs lightly.

"That's fair" Adrian says pulling into the parking lot, and finding a space to leave the car.

Getting out of the Ferrari we walked towards the pier where the two hundred sixty foot Yacht was docked with crew making sure it was prepared for the next two days.

"Is everything on board?" Adrian calls to the deck officer.

"Yes Mr. Winters, we will be setting off in a few moments" the deck officer replies.

Nodding Adrian walked up a gangplank onto the yew wood decking and crossed to the side of the railing to look at Dubai and the other yachts around the one Adrian had named after his mom.

I remember learning about the whole night that Adrian's parents had died, and it was quite obvious that it effected him deeply. There was also years of revile towards his father for depriving him of being near his mom and Kate, but I could tell he forgave him and moved on knowing that because of that little amount of time those moments would be more important to him.

Walking across the deck I joined him as the crew got onto the yacht, and the engines began to move the boat away from the pier so that we could travel out of the marina.

"Enjoying the view?" I muse and he turned to face me as I leaned on the side of the boat.

"Definitely" he says, "it's beautiful".

"I know the marina is pretty isn't it" I deflect and I catch him smirking.

"Because that was what I was talking about" he muses.

"See I knew it" I laugh.

"And if I was talking about you, mon amour".

"Then I agree with what you said".

"I'm sure you do".

We stood like that for a while, taking in the view before the yacht stopped a few thousand feet from the Marina.

"I'm going to go make dinner" Adrian says walking away from the railing and into the promenade walkway down to the kitchen doors.

Following him I walked into the kitchen just to see him finish pulling out everything that he needed for some Italian dish that if I tried to pronounce the name of I'd fail miserably.

"Anything I can help with?" I ask leaning on the counter.

"Have a drink with me" Adrian says revealing the glass of scotch he had near to where he was mixing some sort of sauce.

"Since when have you made your own tomato sauce".

"Since it doesn't have everything I wanted in it, so added to it with some basil, and pepper".

"You put pepper in everything" I laugh as he sets the saucepan on the stove while boiling spaghetti.

"No denial here" Adrian admits slicing up what looked to be a butcher's sausage rather then the one's found in stores, before he let that sit and cook, and moved to his second dish.

Over the years I learned that Adrian has a fascination and love of everything Italian, so I liked to think he was from Italy in his previous life, even if he looked ethnically like he could be Greek or French.

As time passed and through an entire glass of wine I watched as Adrian managed to not only make spaghetti with sausage and tomato sauce, but also cheesy garlic bread, and herb crusted pork cutlets.

"You made a meal to serve an entire family" I point out as I attempt to get everything in equal quantities while Adrian simply didn't care, and got everything to fit on his plate.

"I'm used to having leftovers, or the boys being over, our house after all can fit every member of the group in it comfortably" he replies walking towards the black mahogany dining room that could fit ten people easily.

"You will eat a good piece of this tonight I know you" I state eyeing him from across the table.

"Yes you do" Adrian admits before we both began eating through the meal that he had made, though I doubt it was entirely helped by us both messing around as was expected when together even if we didn't act as much like children when around most people.

"So what's the plan for tomorrow?" I ask, and he sets down his fork to fold his hands in though.

"Whatever you want to do" he replies picking his fork back up and continuing to eat his meal.

"I'm going think hard about that one" I say twirling my fork in the noodles as they coiled around the end of it.

"You do that" Adrian laughs taking a sip from his glass, before doing the same thing as me.

"I will" I reply, before we began to make light hearted conversation about what to do tomorrow since behind both of our joking demeanours I knew he disliked spontaneity and I would admit I do too.

So in the next hour we figured out what we would do for tomorrow.
     
      
Todays update is a little shorter but I also didn't have a tom for this chapter so there's the result, feel free to comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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