Lethal Love

Chapter Three

Dinner was beyond amazing.

Afterward, we drove around London to take in some of the beautiful sights. I'd always wanted to go to London. It held a lot of value for me, including being the place of origin of many of my favourite celebrities. Although, now it held new memories and value by being the place that I was spending my honeymoon in. Adrian and I were currently standing at the bottom of the Big Ben, waiting for it to chime indicating that it was midnight, when it happened again.

Buzz

Adrian's phone.

Taking it out of his suit pocket, he read the message, making a slight smirk appear on his face,

"Jade, I have to go. I will be back at the hotel tomorrow morning. Thank you for a great night,"

Fury bubbled in my body, from my toes all the way to my head. What does he think he is doing? As Adrian stepped back into the Lamborghini, I knocked on the door.

I need answers.

He put the window down,

"Are you just going to leave me here like this? Where are you even going? Can I come too? Why are you hiding things from me? This is supposed to be the perfect honeymoon and I have already spent half of it by myself. Why?" The vomiting nature of my words caused Adrian to sigh. He reached into his suit and pulled out a roll of money.

I gasped.

There was enough to easily feed the both of us for six months. He handed me the money,

"I am extremely sorry. I want to be with you. I have to meet someone so that for the rest of our honeymoon, we can be together for as long as we want. Use the money to get back to the hotel and do what you would like for the rest of the night. I will see you tomorrow morning, beautiful," He drove off.

And there I was, standing right underneath the Big Ben after being stood up by my own husband. He said to do whatever I want for the rest of the night but all I want to do is be by his side.

How dare he.

A pool of tears started to puddle at the bottom of my eyes. I thought to myself that I should just go back to the hotel and ask Adrian some more questions in the morning. It was the best way to try to work things out,

"Hello? Are you okay there?" A familiar British accent spoke to the right of me. As I peered upward, I saw him. Harry,

"I'm fine. I was just about to make my way back to the hotel. Thank you for a lovely dinner before," My voice trembled as I tried to conceal the tears. To be honest, I was an ugly cryer. I had the whole package; scrunched up face, hyperventilation and a voice box that let people know within a ten kilometre radius that something was wrong with me,

"No problem. Where is Adrian?" That's the same question that I want answered. Who knows where he could be? A groan escaped my mouth,

"Uh - that seems to be the question of the night. I'm not sure," I hesitated before telling Harry of my issue. I didn't want to involve him in a petty love story that was going off tracks. Harry took a step towards me. The distractions of dinner led to me not being able to appreciate his appearance. Harry actually resembled Adrian a lot. His hair was a chestnut brown colour and was pushed back at the top of his hairline, revealing his normal sized forehead. His eyes were one of the biggest pairs I have ever seen and weren't accessorised by any blemishes or bags, they were beautiful. His jawline was sharp, making his face look square. All of these put together, made him look extremely attractive, but not nearly as good looking as Adrian,

"I am more than happy to help you get back to the hotel, if you would like me to. A gorgeous woman like yourself doesn't deserve to spend her honeymoon like this,"

He was right.

I didn't.

In that moment, I made an impulsive decision to let Harry accompany me back to the hotel. He was a great guy; funny, handsome and genuine. I am glad that I met someone who had such great knowledge of London as well because little did I know, that it would be essential within the weeks to come.

Rays of sun shone through the hotel windows bringing a slight warmth to my face. Sitting up, I stretched my arms out to get rid of the stiffness from sleeping. The bed felt empty. Looking to my side, I discovered that Adrian still wasn't here.

Wow.

As I stood up, a faint snoring sound came from the living room. He was home, just not next to me. Strolling out to investigate, I found my Adrian deep in slumber on the comfortable hotel lounge. I sighed and decided to approach him,

"Hey, Adrian," I spoke while gently running my palm across his forehead. Gradually, his smooth eyelids flickered open. He sat up,

"Hey, gorgeous. How is my beautiful wife this morning?" Exhaling loudly, I examined Adrian's clothing. He was wearing his dress pants from last night and was shirtless. A small cut covered the middle of his chest. It wasn't there yesterday. Too scared to ask any questions about it, I continued to conjure the words I was going to say. It took a lot of self control to not focus on Adrian's toned body, but rather my bubbling anger,

"Not good, actually. I...uh...can we please talk about what is going on? I have no idea where you went last night. I was so worried," Adrian looked me deep in the eyes. I hope that he could see my internal aching from his constant absence. I needed him,

"I don't want you to be upset. How about we do something fun this morning. I know that as a kid your favourite game was hide and seek. How about we play that?" I drooped my head. He had avoided all of my questions, just as Adrian loved to do. My hesitation to Adrian's proposal was evident,

"Come on...please?" He shot me a cheesy grin, displaying his flawless bright teeth. My extreme love for Adrian was fighting within me, urging me to want to forgive him for even the slightest wrong doings he has committed,

"Fine. I will count," Giving in, I laid down on the lounge, covering my face with my hands and began to count to one hundred. I heard Adrian's footsteps becoming more and more distant by the second.

Twenty five.

The cupboard door opened. Then closed.

Fifty.

His footsteps came closer to me. They stopped

Seventy Five.

More footsteps sounded, moving further away.

One hundred.

Silence.

Standing up from my position, I started to look around. Starting with the living room, I searched in every nook and cranny there was. Nothing. This theme continued through the whole house. Adrian must've had a really great hiding spot.

After rifling through the house, looking at every single spot Adrian could've possibly been, I gave up,

"Adrian, I give up. You win," I exclaimed to project my voice through the whole house. 

Silence, 

"I am being serious, Adrian. This isn't funny," A ball of angst grew within my stomach. He had to be here somewhere. Running to the front door of the hotel room, I opened it and searched the hallway, nothing was there. Although, when I returned to the room, there was a note on the door;

'Don't worry about me.'

The note startled me. It wasn't even in Adrian's hand writing.

He was gone.

And I was going to spend the rest of my life looking for him.