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“I’ll get my things together and meet you there. Is she breathing alright?” I look over to Stormy and see her chest rising and falling at a normal pace.
“Yes, she is. I’ll be at my apartment in ten minutes.” I hang up the phone and look back to Stormy. I’ve never felt so much fear for another person in my entire life. I can’t lose her, not when I just found her. Miles calls when we are a few minutes from my apartment, but I deny the call, not entirely sure what I would tell him. I’m sure he’s calling to tell me they’re back in New York. I can call him later tomorrow.
I pull into my gated garage, shift into park, and leave the car running. I run around to the passenger side door, carefully opening it so Stormy doesn’t gettoo jostled. Unbuckling her belt, I lift her small body into my arms and carry her through the lobby to my personal elevator.
“Park the car for me Frank,” I call out to the man behind the security desk. “Also, Dr. Peterson is on the way. Let him up.”
“Of course, yes sir,” he responds as he rounds the corner and goes to tend to my car. The elevator doors open, and I rush in, pressing my button behind me.
“Please stay with me, Stormy.” I whisper in her ear. She shifts for a moment and my heart soars that she’ll be okay. Her breathing continues to be steady and that reassures me for now. As the doors open up, I sprint into my apartment, the lights illuminating each room that I step foot. I never have been more thankful for automatic lights in my life. I take Stormy to my bedroom, laying her on my bed. She looks so tiny compared to the king-sized bed. I sit beside her for a moment, just staring at the goddess before me. After pushing a stray piece of hair from her face, I go to the bathroom to retrieve a wet washcloth. Placing it on her forehead, I run my knuckles over her cheek, feeling her smooth skin.
“Sebastian, I’m here,” Dr Peterson calls from the elevator.
“In my room,” I shout back. I pull the medication bottle from my pocket and hand it to him when he comes into view.
“She took one of these before she went out drinking. Her roommate said she didn’t mention it until after she’d been drinking,” I say in a rush.
“Alright, step aside, son. Go get yourself a bottle of water and let me examine her. I’ll call you back herein a moment.”
“No, absolutely not. I’m not leaving her.”
“You’re hovering in the way. I need my space to make sure she’s going to be okay. Trust me,” he says a bit more forcibly.
“Argh,” I groan out and leave the room. I walk through my apartment to the kitchen. Grabbing water from the fridge, I take a seat on the couch but as I sit I find that I can’t stay still. I need to keep moving to expel some of this nervous energy I have coursing through me. I retrieve Stormy’s phone from her purse and see my missed messages on her screen. I huff out a laugh when I see the name she has set for me. “Daddy.” What a firecracker, that one. I don’t know what it is about her, but she ignites something deep inside me.
I sit back down and look for the message thread between her and her roommate. The only other thread other than ours is with Picasso. I chuckle to myself because I know for a fact that’s her. Her hair is the color of every shade of paint imaginable.
I pull up the messages and let her know that the doctor’s here and looking her over. What a nightmare. And the paparazzi that were there made everything a hundred times worse. I sit up abruptly thinking about the man taking the pictures. Stormy freaked out when she realized what was happening. Does she not like being photographed or is there something bigger going on that I’m not aware of? Whatever it is, I need to call Marcy, our PR rep, and let her know some photos will be surfacing soon. I rest my head against the cool leather sofa and scrub my hand down my face. I pull out my phone and send her a text.
Sebastian:Just a heads up, there might be somephotos surfacing of me and woman tonight.
Her response is almost immediate. I would laugh if it wasn’t so serious.
Marcy:What the hell have you gotten into this time? I was hoping for a quiet weekend.
Sebastian:I was picking a friend up from a bar and people started taking pictures of us together. There might be some of her passed out in my arms. I need them taken down immediately. She seemed pretty upset about it.
Marcy:I’ll do what I can, but I can’t promise some haven’t already been leaked.
Sebastian:Thank you, Marcy, I owe you.
Marcy:Of course, you do. I was getting bored with the Knight brothers. Thanks for stirring up some shit so I can get my hands dirty. What’s the woman’s name?
Sebastian:Stormy Brooks.
Marcy:I’ll let you know if I see anything.
I toss my phone on the sofa and rub my hands over my face. What a nightmare of a day. I’m going to need a fucking vacation after this.
“Sebastian,” The doctor calls out my name and I’m up and heading for my room a moment later.
“Is she okay?” I ask, veering over his shoulder.
“She’ll be fine. I hooked her up to an IV to get some fluids in her. She is breathing normally, which is what I was concerned about. Since both the medication and the alcohol can cause difficulty breathing. I put a pulse oximeter on her finger, and it should be left there throughout the night. It will sound an alarm if she begins to not get enough oxygen. I believe she just passed out from over exertion and the combinedmedication and alcohol. I don’t believe she is any danger,” He expresses with a contented sigh. “I’m going to continue monitoring her for another hour or so. And I need to let the fluids get into her system before I remove the IV.”
“Thank you, Steve. I owe you one,” I clap him on the shoulder and step around him into the room. Stormy looks angelic lying there on my bed. I head to my closet and pull out some workout clothes. I need to get some of this pent-up energy out of me or I’ll never be able to sleep.
“I’m going down to the gym if that’s alright? Help yourself to anything you want.”
