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We walk home silently,and the sky is a deep blue. It’s a stunning day. We pass old bookstores, cafes, and people walking dogs, and we walk in silence.

It’s nice to not have a gold digger always talking at me. Always trying to impress, and always trying to get me to put a ring on her finger.

My mind jumps and I wonder how Storm tastes.

I have smelt her, and I know her scent well. I have smelt her arousal twice, and it’s like a fuel. It is intoxicating.

I feel drawn to her, and it is as if I’m possessed

We cross a road, and we pass more cool outdoor cafes. We talk about NYC, Manhattan and The Hamptons.

Storm is playful, and she talks and laughs around me. As usual, she is light, and carefree. She is also uncomplicated and pure.

The opposite of me, my deep thinking, broody energy, and my messed-up desires. She really has no idea how I fuck, and it’s just as well.

I’m a twisted individual.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Storm asks, as I walk head down, thinking about swiping my tongue up her slick folds.God help me.

“Licking,” I say. “Ice creams.”

She seems to buy it, but I quickly lecture myself.

Storm is astounding, and she can go from playful, flirty, young, small-town, to her intelligent deep self in seconds.

Since she has arrived, she has read and recommended I read a dozen books, from history to natural health, and from numerology to biomimicry.

It’s intoxicating, and it is hell, and heaven.

With her new hair, makeup, sharp black outfit, black satin scarf, black sunglasses, and white sneakers, she looks like a model from Milan.

Heads are turning, and in Manhattan, of all places.

That, I don’t like.Not one bit.

As we walk on, I start to get worried. I have helped create a beautiful monster, but a monster who could be damaged by men who will soon target her and take her.

In every way.

The weirdest part is, she still has no idea how gorgeous she is, and she is still, the most uncomplicated and sweetest woman I’ve ever met.

Again, the time frame is staggering, and she has changed lightning-fast.

I’ve flipped companies before and fast. I’ve found small media startups and movie companies with potential. After, I have helped them secure capital, helped manage them, and they have accelerated, and expanded.

They have often moved hyper fast and grown with explosive results. I have made fortunes in entertainment growth companies, and change is something I know.

Storm has gone from a small-town mousy girl to a hot catwalk model, in under a hundred days. And right under my nose.

The problem is, she does not have a wall. She does not have the outer shell, that top models naturally develop from years and years of attention.

Simply because every guy within miles, has tried to ask them out, or tried to get in their pants.

I shake my head, and I realize the universe is messing with me, again.

“What?” Storm asks, now walking backwards, and only feet from me.

I growl. “Nothing.”