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“I’m not your plaything, Sebastian. You had your one night. Don’t think I don’t know your reputation,” she presses her hand into my chest to move me away, but I stand firm.
“Did I give you any indication that last night was a one-time thing?” I question.
“As a matter of fact, you did. You snuck out in the middle of the night. Lana mentioned she saw you,” she hisses.
I grab a fist of her hair and pull her head back for her to look in my eyes. “Did she tell you that I spent the entire time from leaving your apartment to here now at the hospital with a dear friend while he was losing his wife? Did you not recognize that I’m in the same clothes that I was last night?” I growl out, seeing her eyes become pools of lava. I’ve never seen the yellow so vibrant.
She places her hand over mine in her hair trying to get me to let go. “Don’t pretend like you were leaving for a noble reason. It was a coincidence that your phone rang and gave you an out to leave.”
“You think you know everything, don’t you?” I lift her chin with my thumb, so her eyes can’t leave mine. “Well, I think your ass needs my hand print onit. Daddy needs to punish his little slut.” She gasps out as the words leave my mouth. I remove my hands from her body and lean back against the desk. I got the point across that I needed to. If she thinks she is done with me then she is in for a surprise. “Now, we will get back to this discussion later. I need you to get started on the things we talked about.” I walk around to my side of the desk and take my seat, while Stormy’s eyes bore into me. I don’t look up as she stands, opening the door and closing it behind her. I know that little spitfire is upset with me, but I couldn’t have her thinking that I didn’t want to continue whatever this is between us. Stormy challenges me at every turn and she isn’t getting away from me easily. I haven’t felt this fire inside me before and I’ll be damned if it gets stomped out.
Leaning back in my chair, I look out through my floor-to-ceiling windows at the overcast sky. I scrub my hands over my face and smile to myself when I remember the way Stormy looked at me like she wanted to punch me. She’s a whirlwind of emotions, a hurricane looking to wreak havoc on my soul. Something tells me that I’ve got my work cut out for me if I want Stormy in my life.Challenge accepted.
Chapter 16
Stormy
I feel like everyone can see my red tinged cheeks as I leave Sebastian’s office. I head straight for the comfort of my desk. Of course, Elijah is waiting there for me. He’s really starting to grate on my nerves.
“I was coming to check on you. Mr. Knight seemed like he was in a bad mood this morning. Is there anything I can help you with?” Elijah asks, looking at me like a love sick puppy.
“No, everything’s fine. He needed me to work on something for him.” It’s not my place to tell people about the funeral I’m planning for Sebastian. His little stunt in his office made me forget about the funeral but now that I’m back at my desk, I’m nauseated at the thought of planning another one. I had to plan my parents’ and then I helped with Blaine’s. I didn’t think I would have to do this again but here I am.
“Alright, well you know where to find me if you need me.” I nod my head and get to work at my computer. Eventually, he gives up and walks away. I let out a deep sigh. I need to have a conversation with him and let him know that I’m not interested. I thought I already had but apparently he didn’t listen. The next time I won’t be as nice. I push that thought away and get to work.
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The rest of the work day is uneventful. Sebastian stayed in his office until he left a little bit ago. I finished up with his schedule and got things underway for the funeral arrangements. I’m still waiting for a few things from Sebastian, so I know how to continue. When he got my number it was under the guise that he needed it for work, but I bet he uses it for more than that. Especially with how he reacted this morning in his office.
Shutting down my computer for the day, I grab my purse and jacket. As the elevators open, I step in and hit the lobby floor. Thank God it’s not raining today. My boots clink against the marble flooring as I walk to the double doors leading to the city. The security guard opens the door and I step out into the crisp New York City air.
Hailing a cab, I jump in and give him my address. My phone vibrates in my jacket. I pull it from my pocket and see it’s Lana.
Picasso:Are we still on to get art supplies tonight? I’m home.
I type an immediate reply.
Stormy:Absolutely, I could use it. Dinner, too?
Picasso:Yes! I’m starved!
Picasso:Hurry up and get home!
Stormy:Calm you tits. I’m on the way. Be there soon!
I slide my phone back into my pocket and look out the window at all the people walking on this chilly afternoon. I love this city as much as I knew I would. Out of nowhere, I hear a sound that freezes me downto my soul. I look on in horror as the cab driver shifts to turn it up. And there, on the radio, is Damaged Jacks. The old Damaged Jacks that I used to be in. That’s me on the radio singing my heart out to our number one hit song. I feel like the air in the cab is being sucked out and I can’t gasp enough to get oxygen into my lungs.
“S-sir, can we turn the radio off?” I knock at the plastic partition between us, but he can’t hear me over the blaring music. I knock louder and he finally looks in his rearview mirror at me.
“What’s up, doll face? Don’t you puke in my cab. You don’t look so good,” he mutters barely over the music. Fucking twatwaffle.
“Can we turn the radio off?” I ask again, showing more force than I feel. I just want to get out of this spiraling vortex before it sucks me in.
“No can do. The old thing doesn’t turn off. Just the volume works.” He announces but it’s too late. The damage is done. My hands are shaking by the time he lets me off in front of my apartment. I haven’t heard that music in over a year. After the song was finished, the DJ went on to tell the audience that he wished he knew what happened to the lead singer of the band after the guitarist died. Apparently, they are still searching for me.
I pull out my prescription and toss a tablet back without water. Swallowing hard, I get the medicine down my throat. I walk into the apartment, slamming the door behind me. Lana comes out of her room and sees the expression on my face and must know something is wrong. I shake my head and make my way to my bedroom. Before I can close the door, she pops her head in.
“Okay, what happened? You were fine like twenty minutes ago,” she said explains.
