Page 11 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

LORENZO

My instincts tell me it’s wrong, but the next evening we start on Storm’s project. It’s Saturday night, and as I have no social life, it is what it is.

My primary concern is this, and it all comes back to it.

If I do not man up, help Storm, plus warn her about guys, she will be screwed over, and by one guy, after another. She will then leave NY, a shell of a woman, and she will return to South Carolina broken.

The idea of that, is unacceptable, and I feel protective. In saying that, turning a sweet, innocent, young Storm into a more sophisticated woman, for lack of a better way to put it, is going to be the most screwed up project I’ve ever been involved with.

I don’t like the idea of tampering with the natural flow or evolution of anyone, but the idea however turns me on.

In a twisted way.

I’ve manipulated many women, but that was in making them come, and unravel.

Manipulating a young woman, or creating a woman for the long term, who is stronger, more confident, more sophisticated, and perhaps more, modern is intriguing.

As heck.

As long as it is her idea, and I make her stronger, or more able to exist in the messed up modern world, I guess I can work with it.

And her.

After dinner, and at the long oak dining table we usually eat at, Storm takes our white china dinner plates away. She returns with a large note pad, several pens, and a sticky pad, of all things.

She also has those overly big round hot nerd glasses, and she is wearing thick woolen socks.

As she flicks her feet under her cute butt, and sits, I try not to imagine her butt in her panties. She looks up at me, now with a pen in her mouth.

Dear God.

I stand, collect my thoughts and snap into it.

“Now, listen,” I say, as an opening. “There should be no screwing around, literally, and for a while. Now, if you want to compete in NYC’s ruthless dating market, then I suggest you consider this.

Get some hobbies, and maybe, some dynamic ones.

You mentioned gym bunny date loser noted hobbies.

So, perhaps get one or two you enjoy, and ones that may expand your universe.

Now, because you spend so much time with your head buried in books, maybe look at non book related hobbies. ”

The hot nerd scratches away on her pad, and she is in the zone, fast.

For whatever reason she’s listening to me, like I’m a dating god. I’m not. In the day, I was maybe close, but I was more of a fuck God. Numero Uno, and I was good.

“Maybe just focus on outdoor hobbies, and maybe exotic hobbies.”

“Ideas?”

“No way, Storm! You. Must. Choose. What excites you? What inspires you?”

The hot nerd watches me, and she does bad things to the pen in her mouth. All without realizing.

“Okay, next.” I say as I pace.

I look back at her, and I have an idea. I just don’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Storm. You are perfect the way you are, really, but this next note, is about giving you competitive edge.”

Our eyes meet and she can tell I’m reluctant.

“Say it!”

“Okay, most women today will use some kind of makeup. Now, I personally love natural woman, and I dislike over the top looks, or fake looks.”

“Sir, what is your point?”

I smile, and she is kooky, but refreshing.

“Look, you are cute, and I like that you are natural, but if you want to compete in the NYC dating arena, maybe consider eye makeup. I know you don’t really wear makeup, and I love that about you. I mean like. But, maybe just a little on the eyes. Not a lot, maybe just some.”

“Hmmm,” she says again with the pen between her full wet lips.

“Sure,” she then says. “Let’s even consider a full makeover. Clothes, hair and you know, overall.”

I hope she doesn’t go too far. She is rare, and perfect the way she is.

I like natural women, they are scarce in my world. Actually, they’re unicorns in NYC, and LA.

“Great,” I say trying to wrap things up, and put it to bed. “Just don’t go too far, okay! Maybe one of each, whatever you get. Not too far, please!”

“Okay, got it,” she says in the zone.

As I cross my arms I look down at my… student. “Okay what else did the date say?”

“That I could maybe work out.”

What to say?

Storm’s perfect, and I’m not usually into curves. In saying that, I’d eat every inch of her, and daily.

“You look great already! If you want to work out, that is up to you. You look kind of, well… perfect.”

“Really?” She asks as I pause. “You can be honest.”

I cannot.

I certainly cannot tell her she is so hot I want to push her against the wall, and stretch her wide.

“Okay, I know I’m a bit curvy,” she says. “I’m going to work out either way. Question. Do you think my breasts and butt are too big? Should they be toned?”

Before I can take a look, and stop rubbing my temples, she leaps up, and she spins a foot away. I close my eyes and rub my temples. Dear God!

I have imagined taking her on every surface of my place, and for weeks. I have also seen almost every inch of her.

“Look you’re great the way you are. Even your nipples, I mean breasts.” This is a bad idea. “Look, you’re already a sweet, cute, nerdy… ”

“Really?”

“Do whatever you like physically, if you feel you need to. Supposedly life is all about balance, right?”

“I guess.”

“So do not go over the top, Storm.”

“Thanks,” she says before checking her notes and pausing. “Oh, one last thing! I’m going to need you to teach me how to do this.”

Here we go.

“I need to know how to charm the pants off guys.”

We look at each other, and I don’t like it. I will not do that. No way in hell. I cross my arms, and give her a scowl. I make it clear hell must first freeze.

“Yikes,” she says feeling my gaze. “Okay, how about only at the end?”

She asked with a raised brow, and a pleading look. I slowly nod as I think. By then, I must have a plan. A good plan, to get out of this mess.

Storm scribbles away as I walk to the large view over Manhattan.

As I rub my neck, my blood starts to chill. The idea of anyone else sliding their cock inside her, and looking into her eyes, as they do, makes me see red, and want to kill.

Her eyes are mine.

She is mine!

I turn and shake my head at the mad thought. As I walk over to her, I look down. She has taken a lot of notes, and she is now hyper focused.

Almost as if she is doing another degree.

Needing a strong drink, I pour a whiskey. Storm finally walks over, and she looks up with her big brown eyes. I hand her my whiskey, and I pour another.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” I say extra grumpy.

“You’re weird.”

“True,” I say, trying to control myself. Storm is clearly determined to develop herself, and to start fucking. It is clear, nothing will get in her way.

The idea of people in her pants, and making her come starts to tear me in two. It is my job, and only mine!

Only… I cannot do it…

Ever.

Over the next few weeks, Storm becomes fanatical about her personal growth, and hobbies. The crazy sweet girl works out too, and she works out hard. Again, I love her curves, so much that I dream about them.

In saying that, I do not mind seeing her working out, in gym gear, yoga pants, or covered in sweat guzzling liquids when in the kitchen.

She is either in the pool, or my gym, when she’s not at work. She is also making me hard. Harder than usual.

Seeing her guzzle liquids while in her bikini, or yoga pants, is disturbing.

Something told me, Storm would take her project seriously, but that is not the word. As she finds new hobbies, she starts them fast.

This includes getting her pilot’s license, and yes, what the actual hell.

Also salsa, and fencing, but fencing with swords, while wearing those tight white clothes, and a white mask.

They do not use actual sabers, like I have on my wall, as part of my world-class sword collection.

The week after, Storm starts underwater diving classes. She is clearly going too far, and I thought I had dynamic hobbies. Mine are making me look like a sloth.

I race yachts when I have spare time. I also ski some of the world’s most extreme slopes. I visit many of the world’s most unseen temples, and I help find and explore ancient sites.

I have also dived in some of the most remote places in the world.

My speech to inspire Storm to become an amazing date, has clearly sent her over the top.

As Storm gets into her hobbies more and more each week, she throws herself into being the perfect catch, with a hungry abandon.

She moves way faster than I imagined, it’s as if she is changing in front of my very own eyes.

She is becoming more worldly, ultra-fast, and on any given day, after work she will do two, maybe three things.

She even starts to learn Italian, using audiobooks. I taught myself Italian after I found out I had Italian blood, but her doing it on top of her other hobbies…

Storm is beyond hard to keep up with, and there is a chance I have created a monster. A very sexy and enticing monster.

Some of the movies I recently financed are going through complex stages, and as often, it’s time to travel, and put fires out. As I jet between LA, Rio, Miami, Shanghai and London, I advise, track and control my staff, and my movies in production.

As I return home for a few days, before heading off again, I wonder what I will find on my return.

The old Storm, or some woman I won’t even recognize.

The strange thing is, I don’t really mind. As long as she is there, and I’m not alone, anymore . I try to remind myself this, or us, cannot last. And even worse, nothing can ever happen, she is off limits.

Forbidden.

The idea makes me sick, and for the first time in my life, I feel worried. I never get worried, I simply out work my problems. The thing is, I cannot out work this.

I just need to stay away from her.

Only, I can’t.