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But the ball in his stomach told him otherwise.
He parked in front of the bookstore and headed into the store. Spotting a worker, he walked over.
“Hi,” he said, gaining the workers' attention. “Do you know if Storm is working today?”
She batted her eyes up at him. “Why do you want to know? She won’t be able to satisfy you well enough, but I can. I know what a man like you needs.”
“You don’t want to fucking mess with me. Tell me if Storm is working,” he sneered at her. “I also wouldn’t want a skank like you.”
The girl glared at him. “Storm called out of work because she’s sick,” the lady said.
Worry filled him as he processed the words. She had gotten worse and called out.
“Thanks,” he said as he walked out of the store.
He needed to go to her apartment and find out how bad it had gotten. Miles pulled up the directions and started to drive.
Picking up his phone, he tried to call her but after a minute it went to voicemail. Was she okay? Why wasn’t she answering his phone call?
Thankfully, traffic wasn’t too bad heading toward her apartment and he made it there quickly. That and he was speeding.
The walk up the stairs to her apartment was long. Fourteen flights of stairs because the elevator was out of order.
How long had it been that way? Had she walked up all those flights of stairs yesterday when she was sick?
He didn’t like that one bit. This whole apartment building looked like it had seen better days. It was dirty and dusty, like it hadn’t been cleaned in months.
If she was his Little, she wouldn’t be living here. He wouldn’t let her touch this place with a ten-foot pole.
But she wasn’t his.
“Storm.” His voice was loud as he knocked on the door.
He wanted to make sure she heard him.
What if she had passed out? What if she had thrown up in her sleep and wasn’t able to get over in time and she choked on it?
So many thoughts went through his mind as he waited for her to answer the door. Why wasn’t she answering the door?
“Storm!” He knocked again.
He wasn’t going to wait much longer. If he had to, he would break down the door. Miles needed to make sure she was okay.
Right before he moved to take a step back and break the door down, it opened.
Storm stood in front of him, looking like hell.
CHAPTER FIVE
STORM
When Storm woke up this morning, she felt even worse than the day before. She should’ve known working yesterday was going to be a mistake, but she didn’t listen to herself.
By the time she had gotten home yesterday and realized she didn’t have any medicine, she wanted to cry. She had been exhausted from being sick but also having to walk up fourteen flights of stairs.
Just her luck the elevator would be out the day she got sick. It was a common occurrence for it to be out of order, so she wasn’t surprised.
Today Storm tried to eat and drink enough for her body, but it wasn’t working out well. She was too exhausted to get up from bed to do anything but go pee every once in a while. Her appetite was gone, which didn’t help her lack of motivation to get out of bed.
