Chapter Eleven- Home

After she left Michael didn't hesitate to reach for his phone dialling Ryan's number.

After explaining to Ryan the current implements Ryan said "Bring our girl home, your flight leaves at 11am."

When he heard the next mornings busy schedule he sighed.

"Oh I need to tell Sean" Then he realised that he was talking to himself and muttered "She's done this to me, she's driving me loopy!"

Dialling Sean's number he received a high pitched screech.

"Dude, how's Nikita Alex got really concern…" He didn't have time to finish the last word before he was interrupted by a feminine voice .

"Hey you were too"

Michael rolled his eyes and said "Love birds, mommy and daddy are coming home tomorrow. Our flight is at 11am and please have the rose petals set for when we arrive and make sure you two are outta there!"

While Michael was making his 'important' phone calls, Nikita was sat in the silver rented Lamborghini SUV; her hands pale, her heart twisted and knotted and her body suffocated with guilt. Her brain's logic telling her Kyle's death is not her fault. But her heart and conscious echoed in her head.

"If he wasn't unconscious if his men weren't soundlessly asleep he may have lived."

Tears dwelled in her eyes. Refusing to let a single one drop. Her whole body leapt in the air when Michael knocked on the window, signing for her to unlock the doors. When she saw it was Michael she let out a weak smile. When Michael had finished getting comfy in the car he said with a hint of happiness "Ryan says the plane leaves at 11 am"

Nikita nodded and replied with a stiffening yawn.

"Hun, I'm just going to shut my eyes for a bit"

Michael didn't say anything just nodded. He started the car engine as Nikita curled into her body, resting her head on her arm which was placed in front of the window. Although she was quiet and had drifted of Michael knew something was wrong.

His attempt at waking her up failed. Instead he went for the: sweet, romantic, caring act that was truly him, by carrying her into the hotel.

He heard a woman say to her assumed husband "Why don't you do things like that? He is a true man"

Michael chuckled and the reply her assumed husband gave must not have been good because he saw the woman smack the man, the skin on skin contact vibrated room.

Michael had reached the elevator when he realised that he hadn't got the key card for there room. He walked back to the reception desk and saw a gentleman stood gawking at him.

"Excuse me sir I have been staying in this hotel room 87"

"Yes. Mr Robinson is that correct" the man replied.

"Yes I don't seem to have my key I think my wife here" he said raising Nikita in his arms "May have left it in the room"

"Oh, yes of course you can have another key" the man whispered.

After handing the key over to Michael he took a glance at Nikita and Whispered "She looks so peaceful"

Michael replied proud of his loving 'wife'

"Yes it's the only time I get to stare at her without her been embarrassed. I don't know what I would do without her. Please excuse me but I must go"

The man simply bowed his eyes and Michael made his way back to the elevator.

Michael looked at Nikita after placing her on the bed, still in her skinny jeans and baggy top. He went to her wardrobe on the hunt for some pyjamas, but after searching her bag as well as the wardrobe he came to the conclusion she was planning on wearing one of his t-shirts for bed. He tapped her again still no sign of awaking. So using his soft calming methods he undid the button of her jeans and began to pull her trousers off lifting her legs up like a mother to a child. Next he gently and softly pulled her up and slid behind her. He slid one arm then another out of the jumper, then he tugged it up then realized she was asleep and became more indulgent in revealing her smooth, flat stomach. His next move was to disengage her bra. His heart began to beat slightly faster at the sight of his soon to hopefully be wife.

The top was granted permission by her head to drop over her body without a struggle. During his doting affection Michael had felt Nikita shuffle a lot like she was having a nightmare. He stood up straight after, mercifully letting the woman that made him feel like the only man in the world lay her head on a pleading pillow. She was laid on top of the cover so he went in his wardrobe (where he had noticed earlier Nikita had put all the blankets and towels due to its emptiness) and pulled out a woolly blanket letting it take control of its drift over her.

He looked at himself and thought "I need a shower, No wait I deserve a bath"

He took one last view of Nikita, then waltzed into the bathroom and took a shower despite the previous thoughts. The hot massaging droplets relieving the pain of his aching muscles. His peace and tranquillity came to a sudden end when he heard Nikita's screams.

The towel tucked comfortably round his waist. He ran into the bedroom to see Nikita with tears in her eyes, pale and shaking. The sight made Michael agree with his theory that something was wrong. He paced over to his empty wardrobe and pulled a grey top over his head and a pair of black boxers removing his towel and ruffling his hair making the single strands spike up he looked as though he was in a rock band.

"MICHAEL, NO PLEASE. I'M SORRY. NO. HELP!" She screamed.