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I don’t expect a real reason. There isn’t a valid reason to begin with. She did something she promised me she wouldn’t do. Did I misjudge her? I’m usually a good reader of someone’s character. Although now that I think of it, people started taking pictures of me right as I got on stage the night we went out. How am I just remembering this now? How would those people have known unless they were tipped off?
Picasso:Just let me explain.
Stormy:There is nothing to explain. You got what you needed. I do have one question for you. Did you tell people who I really was the night we went out?
I see dots appear then disappear over and over until she finally writes back.
Picasso:Yes.
One word has never packed a punch more in my whole life.
Chapter 29
Sebastian
My interior designer was able to come and clear out the bedroom furniture and add bookshelves and storage for all the supplies Miles and I bought. After running around town and getting everything ready for Stormy, Miles and I sit down to drink a beer.
“Thank you for everything, man. I owe you and Lizzie. I know they have been having fun. Nicolas texted earlier and said they have been all smiles all day.” I remark as I open my beer. We clink bottles and I take that first sip, loving the bubbly sensation as it goes down.
“Not a problem, brother, happy to help.” He puts his beer down and pulls out his phone that just went off with a text message. Probably Lizzie telling him they are on the way back. “Fuck, you are going to want to read this.” He hands me the phone and my stomach drops.
Lizzie:Stormy just saw a news article about her that her roommate wrote and sent in. She was then interviewed for more information. We are on the way back. Be there in five.
“Fuck.” I slam my beer down on the table, the foam overflowing from the top and going everywhere. She can’t catch a fucking break. I’m going to sue Lana. She messed with the wrong man. I put on my shoes and jacket because I want to be downstairs when theyarrive. Miles does the same and we head down in the elevator. I check my phone but the last message from Stormy was hours ago. I should have known something like this was going to happen. This could mess up everything that I have set up with the Jacks. This is their son and an inside scoop on everything that happened that night. They are going to think Stormy was the one that gave the interview. Fuck. I bet she is freaking out.
We get downstairs as the Bentley pulls up to the curb. The car barely comes to a stop before Stormy has the door open and is barreling toward me. I catch her in my arms, squeezing her tight. She has the magazine gripped tightly in her hands as she cries into my chest. My heart aches at the sight of her being upset and not knowing what to do about it. In this moment, my most important job is to calm my girl, then I will deal with Lana.
“Shh, Angel, I’m right here. We will get this taken care of; I promise.” I vow as I rub my hand over her back in soft, soothing circles.
“It’s just I never thought she would do this to me. She was so supportive when I first met her. I never want to see her again. I need to get my things from there though, Sebastian.” Stormy looks up at me with anguish in her eyes and I want to wipe it all away.
“I will get your stuff, baby. I need to grab your bags from today and we can talk about it when we get upstairs.” I tell her as I lower her to her feet. She wobbles for a moment, and I hold on to her until she’s stable. Nicolas hands me all of the bags and I thank him for taking care of the girls.
Lizzie comes to give Stormy a hug. “I’m so glad I got to meet you. We had fun until that bitch ruinedeverything. Text me later if you want to talk.” She says as she takes Miles’ hand.
“It was good to meet you, Stormy. We’ll take care of this. This chick isn’t going to get away with this.” Miles says and it makes me proud to have him as my brother. He is already taking her side and I couldn’t be more thankful. As they leave, Stormy and I make our way back up to our apartment. I guess since Lana pulled a bitch move, technically Stormy only has me to live with and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. I want her to be with me willingly, but I also want her there as soon as possible. Now, she won’t be going back to her old apartment.
“Did you at least have fun with Lizzie until everything happened?” I ask.
“I really did. She seems like someone I could really enjoy being around. I got my hair done. Did you notice?” She questions.
“Of course, I did. I love the new cut. Did you get the color done too? It looks lighter.” I assess.
“Yeah, I needed to get my roots done. Lizzie knew of a salon that was able to get me in today. So, Nicolas took us over there after lunch.” The elevator opens up and Stormy walks out with me behind her with all her bags. She opens the door to the apartment like she owns the place, and it makes me heart happy. I can’t wait to show her what I did to the place. I take the bags to the bedroom and come back to find her staring out the windows. The first snow is falling. Coming up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist. I bend over and kiss the shell of her ear.
“I missed you today, but I can’t wait for you to see what I did for you.” I whisper.
“Can we stand here for a moment. I’ve never seen snow before. Growing up in Florida never allowed us such weather. We would have about a week of winter temperatures and then it went back to warmer weather.” She admits.
“I didn’t know that you’ve never seen snow. You sure came to the right state for snow, baby.”
“Mhm.” She murmurs as she leans back against me. I’m enveloped by her warmth. We stand and stare at the glimmering flakes as they fall in a heavy succession. They begin collecting on my balcony and I’m momentarily speechless as I watch from her point of view. It’s easy to take simple things like this for granted, but it’s undeniably beautiful.
“Come with me, Angel.” I whisper in to her ear.
“Okay.” She says as she turns from the window to look me in the eyes. Her tears from earlier have dried and her eyes are full of wonder. I hope my surprise doesn’t change that. I’m nervous to show her what I did. What if she thinks it’s too much? All I can do it hope for the best and be prepared for the worst. I feel like I’m holding my breath as we ascend the steps to the second floor. I take her hand in mine as we make our way to the bedroom that I converted into her studio. I pull out a silk tie from my pocket that I wanted to use on her.
“I’m going to blindfold you. Is that okay?” I question. Stormy nods her head and closes her eyes. I take the opportunity to take her lips in mine. She tastes sweet like her strawberry ChapStick that she must have put over her lipstick. She moans and throws her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I clutch the tie in my hand as I pull her body closer to mine. I need that connection with her. My tongue delves into hermouth and tangles with hers. We stand there for a few moments lost in each other. It’s the only place I want to lose myself. Stormy is my beginning and end. When she came crashing into my life is when I actually started living. I was coasting along until this hurricane stirred up my whole life.
