Chapter 53: Sorry

I went back upstairs to my bedroom, Adam right behind me. Closing the room's door behind me, I gestured for him to sit on the couch. He hesitated at first but then sat down, and I sat across him, to put some distance between us.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I looked anywhere but him, but I felt his gaze on my face.

"Look at me." He spoke but I only looked at his hands. "Please." He sounded desperate so I forced myself to look into his eyes.

Those beautiful eyes.

He sighed loudly, giving me a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I don't know what went wrong, Rose... I'm really sorry on my father's behalf on dropping that bomb on you... Trust me when I tell you this, I didn't know." He looked at me pleadingly.

I sighed, taking a deep breath. "I do trust you, I just... I..." But I couldn't say it. I couldn't form my feelings into words. "I don't what to say. Literally." I gave a small nervous chuckle.

"I'm so sorry for putting you in the spotlight like that. You didn't deserve any of that. Or the shit that's been going on since the past week." He told me and I nodded.

"You're right. I didn't. Especially now that people have suddenly remembered I was Michael Woods' girlfriend." I spoke, looking at the walls that suddenly became very interesting.

Did I mention that after his father's announcement, people had suddenly remembered that I was once Michael Woods' girlfriend?

"Have you seen the articles on me? Apparently this" I gestured to us both. "is a love triangle. And both you and Michael are fighting for my attention. It's pathetic, really.. Makes me look like I'm the latest toy that children are fighting over." I sighed, running a hand over my face.

"I know. And I'm sorry." He spoke and I shook my head.

"For what Adam? For giving people a hint that we were somehow engaged and set to be married shortly? Or for people to find about my horrid past? Or probably the rumor that I'm pregnant and don't know if it's your child or Michael's. Or maybe that I'm a home wrecker and ruined your relationship with Milani." I was now standing and my voice became louder, tears stinging my eyes.

"You." I pointed my finger at his chest when he stood up and came near me. "This is all because of you. Your ex, your dad, your reputation, your fame and your fans." I said through clenched teeth and felt the tears flowing down my cheeks.

"I-..." Adam opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. "I know. It's all my fault." He whispered, taking a hold of my hand and pulling me towards him, holding me in his embrace.

I shuddered, inhaling his intoxicating scent that made me dizzy and relaxing in his warmth. I couldn't stop the waterworks now, as tears streamed down my face freely and I cried into his chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered, running a hand down my hair and holding me closer, burying his face in my neck and placing soft kisses there when I shivered. He pulled away, holding my face with his hands as he looked into my eyes.

"I'm sorry. You have no idea how I've felt this past week. I've been so worried about you." He whispered, resting his forehead against mine. I held his wrists, placing my hands on his and felt his warmth as I exhaled slowly. "It's going to be okay Rose. That's a promise. I'll make it all go away..." He whispered slowly as he led me to the couch where he was sitting, and pulled me into his lap.

I didn't hesitate and put my head onto his chest, holding him by the his shirt as he kissed my tears away.

"It's going to be alright. I promise." He whispered and ran his hands through my hair. I exhaled, relaxing in his embrace and closing my eyes, not knowing when I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning because of the faint light streaming in from my windows, adjusting my posture but I realized I couldn't move. I looked up and almost gasped but thought better of it when I saw the gorgeous man laying beside me, his arm under my head as he faced me. His eyes were closed, his hair a mess, but he slept so peacefully, like everything was okay.

And I believe every single word he had said to me last night.

I traced his jawline and his perfect lips when he stirred in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes, he smiled at me, one that reached his eyes.

"Good morning love." He said to me and I blushed lightly when he called me love.

"Good morning." I whispered.

"How are we feeling?" He asked me and I gave him a small smile.

"Much better now."

"Good." He kissed my forehead and got up slowly, and I followed him.

"Can I use your bathroom?" He asked me and I nodded, pointing towards the bathroom and he went inside while I waited for him. "You got an extra toothbrush?" I heard his voice call me.

"Yeah in the second drawer." I told him and he came out after a while, running his wet hands in his hair and straightening his crumpled up shirt, before giving me a smile, showing me his perfectly white teeth as I went into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and combed my hair, tying it up into a ponytail, I went back outside to see him on a call on his phone.

I waited for him to finish because his back was turned to me as he looked out the window. When he ended the call, he turned around and smiled when he saw me, gesturing me to come over to him. I did so, and he hugged me tight.

"I missed you so fucking much." He told me and I smiled. "Promise me you won't leave me like that again. Okay?" He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

"I won't." I gave a smile and he leaned down and kissed me gently, as if he was still unsure.

Hell, I was still unsure.

I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him away a bit. He looked surprised at first then frowned.

"What's wrong? Are you still mad at me?" He asked and I could hint the sadness in his voice.

"No I-..." I took a deep breath before speaking. "We still need to talk, Adam. What happened last night wasn't really enough, and I need to say some things too, and I'm sure you do too." He sighed and ran a hand over his face.

"I understand. Let's talk after breakfast, okay?" He said and I nodded, my eyes widening in realization. "What's wrong?"

"Shit, I don't live alone." I said and Adam chuckled.

"Don't worry. They know I'm here." and my eyes widened even more.

"WHAT?! That's even worse!" I replied, throwing my hands in the air and plopping down on my couch. Adam sat beside me and took my hands in his.

"Lance told me to stay over when he saw you fell asleep on my lap."

I sighed before looking at him. "I need to change my clothes... And you do too.. I'll fetch you some fresh ones." I told him and got up, pressing the bell on my bed side table. Mr. Baker came after a few minutes and looked at Adam with a smile.

"Ms. Edward. Mr. Thorne." He greeted us both and Adam nodded to him.

"He needs some fresh clothes.. Could you ask Lance?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Right away ma'am." And with that he left.

"You can use the shower here. " I gestured to the bathroom and he got up, and started to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked him quickly and he looked over at me with a lazy smile.

"Going to take a shower. I can't take one with clothes on." He winked at me and threw away his shirt, and I tried very hard not to look at his perfectly sculpted body. And I almost succeeded. Almost.

As his hands went to his pants, I screamed. "No! Not here!" I pointed to the bathroom and he went in chuckling, while I stood there blushing furiously.

God! Why am I reacting like a teenager?! Ugh! I got it bad...