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Its calming being at home so much, and it’s nice to have company with Storm, in the big place.

Sure, I cannot walk around naked, like I often did.

I can’t also, sort myself out, several times a day, like I’m used to. It is however, calming and it gives me flow.

I’ve come to like young Storm, and I like having dinner together. It’s relaxing.

After the disgusting foster care experience, and never finding stability or love in a family, I stopped living with others. I’ve also never had roommates.

My family life is non-existent, but this, this feels good, whatever it is.

Sitting down to a daily, fun talk at dinner is likely healthy for me. Also, the playful banter at breakfast, when Storm pokes fun at me.

Storm has planted herbs on the roof, and she often puts them in our meals. She has also shown me photos of her and her mom, and it’s sweet. Everything about Storm seems genuine and uncomplicated, and it’s far from the complex side of show business I have to deal with.

Whatever’s going on, feels human, and that’s new to me.

We have fun, and maybe Martha my old secretary was right. Maybe I do need to be around more people.

My closest friends are reclusive bachelors and billionaires like me, and that’s probably unhealthy. Like me, they find it easy to find women, easy to have sex, but they find it hard to find someone who is real.

Someone who is not after their money, their wealth, their status, or their name.

It’s probably unhealthy being a complete island, but it is what it is. All I need to do now, and to make it all work, is…

Avoid claiming her as mine.

Avoid those sinful lips.

Avoid those perfect breasts, and…

Avoid that tight wet pussy, I’d seen a glimpse of, that night. The night she heard me take that model, and the night I think she saw me naked.

God help me.

It’s hard because she’s started to leave her underwear in the bathroom after showering in the morning.

It is actually disturbing, even if they’re not sexy, like normal thongs. Her panties are white conservative cotton knicker types. I mean what the actual fuck.

She’s either playing with me or the universe is.

After bedding around fifty top models, socialites, and several princesses, in the day, plus being one of the most eligible bachelors in the world, it is unsettling.

I promised Martha, the closest person I have in the world to family, I’d look after her. I’d also promised to protect her.

Storm is forbidden.

“Vietata,” I whisper to myself.Forbidden.

The next day,I have to drive to my office, downtown. Storm and I leave the penthouse at the same time, and I’m in one of my navy suits.

Storm wears a short plaid skirt, long white socks, that come just over her knees, and one of her white blouses, that is a little too tight. She is beyond cute, and it is complex not looking her up and down.

We step quickly into the elevator, and we are both running late.

As I finish the whole grain toast, that Storm is now forcing me to eat, I wipe my mouth and hold my sleek aluminum briefcase.

Storm has just run from the bathroom, near the kitchen, and her skirt flipped up, showing me her innocent plain white panties.