Loving The Temperamental Adonis
Chapter 179: Decision to contact her

Chapter 179: Decision to contact her

Against the setting sun of Verdantia, a country that was known for it’s all year round summer with about hundreds of islands, a tall man walked down the dusty road that led from the city to the quiet docks, a newspaper and several documents in his hand. As he headed down the island pier, he spoke to none of the men who were working to upload their cargo from the ship, and none of them spoke to him, but several pairs of curious eyes followed the stranger toward his private yacht that had been on shore for weeks, it was a ferretti yacht 1000, which they’d never seen nor come close to touching in their entire life.

One glance at the yacht, and you’d know the owner was not someone of their class who they’d dare mingle with even though they’d seen him around for the past week. One thing that also stood out from the brand new yatch, was the painted words on it. It had the name MIA boldly stenciled on the stern in fresh purple expensive shinny paint.

The men who worked at the dock could only look and admire the yacht without going closer to it due to the two bodyguards standing guard whenever the owner was not around.

Like the yacht, there was everything that stood out about the tall man who was casually walking towards it. Instead of the clothes worn by a charter captain, who they all assumed he was at first, he wore a plain white shirt with loose-sleeved and a khaki pants, soft-soled shoes, and a dark cap pulled low over his brows.

His face was slightly tanned beneath his cap, though if anyone had looked closely, they’d have noticed that he was the same man who’d been trending world wide both in newspapers and on TV. But this was a busy island port where the poor struggled to make a living by uploading cargo, and the Yacht that was named MIA had told them enough about the man not being someone they’d dare try to go close to.

Across the pier, two workers aboard the cargo ship looked up as the yacht owner went aboard. Moments later, the yacht’s generator purred to life and the luxurious yacht lights came on giving them the full view of the luxury beyond them.

"Who is this man? He just wastes fuel running that generator half the night in that yacht," one worker observed the yacht from the distance, hating the rich man for just being there.

"What does he even do to be able to afford such a yacht? He must be some spoiled brat from a foreign country, because we Verdantians don’t have such money and privilege."

"Sometimes I see his shadow at a table in the yacht through the curtains. I think he sits and reads all night without sleeping, he must be some wealthy business man."

The other workers looked meaningfully at the luxurious yacht and continued to say. "The man dresses too causal for a rich man wealthy enough to afford such a yacht, yet he never seeks no charter customer. I saw him yesterday anchored out near rosemary island doing nothing but sunbathing and staring lost at the sea."

The first worker snorted in disgust. "Because he is no charter captain but some wastrel who’d come to Verdantia to remind us how poor we are."

"He must be another drug runner from some other country."

"What else did you think?" his companion agreed with a disinterested shrug as they resumed their work and ignored the yacht and it’s weird owner.

Unaware that his presence was causing any comment along the docks, Neil causally studied the documents he’d gone out to collect from Liam’s assistant this evening, carefully studying their progress in the upcoming plans to set him free and also reading through the brief progress of his company in Mirage Mesa, which had been run by Liam in his absence. He sat by the table busying himself in work until it was 4 A.M in the morning. He closed up the documents and remained sitting on the chair because he knew even if he were to go to bed he wouldn’t be able to sleep a wink even though he was exhausted and burned out emotionally.

Sleep was something that had eluded him almost completely for the past weeks he’d left that mountain cabin, even though his journey from the mountains had gone off without a hitch —thanks to his wealth and to the connection he’d made because of Kai, he’d been able to pay people to leave the country unseen. His private jet had appeared few hours after Mia had left and picked him up from the mountains to Verdantia, a country where he knew would be safe for him until everything was cleared and done as planned.

Immediately he arrived at his first destination, a limo had been waiting for him, and from there he had driven South to a small landing where another private jet was waiting, as scheduled, on a cleared landing strip.

Unlike his first private jet, the second one was more luxurious and comfortable where he’d had a private resting area and a kitchen, the flight had been long and tiring to the point he’d fallen asleep, waking up only when they landed at Verdantia island, where he had already made arrangements for his brand new limited edition Yacht to be brought, he’d even requested for them to name it by the name he’d been unable to remove from his mind ever since he had left the mountains.

MIA.

Standing up from the chair, Neil went down to the galley and lit a cigarette before pouring himself wine, hoping it would help him sleep for awhile, knowing it wouldn’t just like last night, then he carried it up to the furnished living room that had everything he’d needed in any home or hotels.

He turned off the room’s main lights, but he left the small lamp lit on the table beside the sofa because it illuminated the picture of Mia that he had printed out online and put into a small frame he’d asked his guard to get for him.

Originally, he had assumed it was probably her university graduation picture, but tonight as he studied it and inhaled his scented cigarettes while sipping his wine, he realized the picture had more likely been taken when she was dressed for a party or perhaps an event.

She was wearing a diamond pearl necklace around her throat and a blue dress with a modest neckline that didn’t reveal much skin, but what he liked most about the picture was that she was wearing her hair similar to the night they’d dressed up for a date in the cabin.

Knowing he was torturing himself by keeping her picture and yet unable to stop, he reached out and picked up the picture frame, then he propped his ankle on the opposite knee and laid the picture against his leg. Slowly, he ran his thumb over her smiling lips, wondering if she was smiling again now that she was back home with her fiance. He’d been tempted to look her up online and know how she was doing, but he’d held back because he wanted her to move on and be happy.

He hoped to the Heavens she was happy, but as he gazed at her picture, what he saw was the last image he had of her—the wrenching look on her face when he had ridiculed her for saying she loved him. The memory of that haunted him every night. It tore at him along with other worries about her, like whether or not she was pregnant, not once had they used protection during their love making all night, and since he was the one who’d deflowered her, he knew she hadn’t been using any birth control pills before nor after. The chances that he’d gotten her pregnant was high.

And he tortured himself constantly wondering if she would have to endure an abortion or endure the shame of unwed motherhood somewhere without him, or if she’d make that bastard Owen father his child.

Years ago, the thought of loving a woman or having a child with her would have made him feel disgusted, but now...he didn’t even know what he wanted anymore. If there was one thing he was sure about, it was the fact that he wanted Mia in his life, and if she were pregnant with his child, he wanted them both.

If he were to see her again, there were so many things he wanted to tell her, so many things he needed desperately to say to her. He swallowed the rest of his wine, fighting the urge to pick up his new phone and ask Liam to help him get her personal number so he could send the long messages he’d typed down on his phone last night when he imagined he was going to send it to her.

Every day, he typed down words he wanted to say to her which he couldn’t say in person even though he knew damn well he couldn’t send them. He had to stop doing that, Neil warned himself.

He had to put her out of his mind before he went insane missing her like a mad man. He had to get some sleep and focus on his plans and getting back to business once he cleared his name...And even while he was thinking that, he was reaching for his phone on the table and began to type yet another message he knew he wasn’t going to send because he didn’t even have her personal number.

Sometimes he told her where he was and what he was doing in the message, sometimes he described in great detail things he thought would interest her if she were here, like the rosemary island, where he’d visited yesterday to get some breath of fresh air, but tonight he was in a much different mood. Tonight exhaustion and wine sent his rampaging regrets and worries soaring to new heights.

According to the outdated newspapers he’d seen today, Mia had gone ahead and spoke up for him in a press conference, It suddenly occurred to him that if she were indeed pregnant with his child, it would not take a genuis to figure out that he was the father. And from what she’d done, his uncle would be on her tail soon and try to do the same thing he did to him to his child. She was going to need his protection, not just from his uncle but from Da Kroll, who would do anything to destroy anything that matters to him.

Now that he wasn’t around her, she’d needed someone to protect her, or perhaps he could arrange for her to leave the country until he was free.

A new sense of urgency banished the despair that had clouded his thinking since she left him and his mind began to work furiously, coming up with new problems and sudden solutions.

It was dawn when he leaned back in his chair, weary and completely beaten. Beaten, because he knew he was going to have to contact her. He dailed Liam’s phone number and called him.