Page 17 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

LORENZO

The next week goes smoothly, and I manage to stay out of Storm’s panties.

It’s tough, but I somehow do it. At end of the week, and after an exhausting schedule of reading scripts, and pitches, plus working with media banks to provide our favored producers with enough finance to make their projects, I prepare a whiskey.

It’s Friday night, but I still have work to do. My unassuming, roommate works out after coming home. She then does a dive class, studies Italian, and focuses on her pilot pre-flight checklists.

She is about to complete her scuba diving license. And her fencing classes. Her pilot’s license is going well, and she really is a brute for dedication.

I’m about to ask her if we should go celebrate, when she walks in.

“I have a date, how do I look?”

I growl inside, and I want to kill.

She is wearing a hot black catsuit, and a black leather jacket. She also has that scarf around her neck, and it is tied to the side.

She looks like some voguish catwalk model. It is hell to look at her. It is also heaven.

If she’s not careful, she will get screwed over by some bad boy or some dickhead, who is screwing his way through fifteen women a month.

Like the old me.

“You look great,” I force myself to say, as my jaw tenses up. I leave it at that, and I start to walk away. She has to find her own way in the world.

I know I have made a huge mistake, and I am disgusted with the situation. I have set her up to get hurt, and all by mistake. She will now get ruined, and all because of me!

“You’re not going out?” Storm asks, with a sweet smile.

I pause in the kitchen. “No, too much work on, and I have a partying and dating rule.”

Storm raises a brow, and her lip turns up at one side.

“You know for a guy who kind of has it all, you do seem to wall your life in. And have a lot of weird rules. Like no distractions, no this, no that.”

I give her a look, and the flirt stands there looking at me. She next unwraps a lollipop, one of the ones she likes. Her tongue needs to be wrapped around my cock. Not a lollipop.

“Okay little Miss… ”

“Playful?”

“Button Pusher,” I say crossing my arms. “Tell me. What rules do you have?”

The sassy young thing that I helped to create, leaps up and sits on my kitchen island, again. She licks the lollipop, and I try not to squirm.

“Don’t hurt others. Look after everyone. Don’t get jaded, and live in the now. Bam!”

“That’s it? That’s the lot?”

Storm shrugs playfully, and I shake my head.

The hot little flirt is dangerous. I walk towards the bar when she jumps down.

She heads to the large full-length mirror in the gold frame next to the bathroom, and as she adjusts her hot perfectly tousled hair.

She then checks her full hot lips, and her made up cat eyes.

I watch her, and she raises a brow towards me. “Watch and learn, Rule Boy.” I shake my head, and I feel sick inside.

Knowing my girl is out with some guy will do my head in. There is no way I can focus this evening.

Finally, she finishes playing with her hair and adjusting her breasts in the one piece. She walks past me towards the elevator and pauses. “How are the lips?”

She closes her eyes and stands on tip toes. She is lucky I don’t plant one on her. Her one piece has it’s zip down way too far, and it’s pissing me off.

I want to carry her to my bedroom, peel her clothes off, and enter every wet place I can find, with my thick hard cock.

“Fine,” I growl, before adding, “you do know more is less. Maybe cover yourself up a little.”

Storm walks away sassily, and seemingly confident for the first time. “Phah! Coming from the guy who screwed that model senseless. It’s now my turn!”

Storm checks her watch, as she gets her keys from the side table. I walk slowly behind her, intrigued, and anxious.

“It’s time!” she says, as if now nervous.

I walk her through the open oak doors, and to the elevator. I do not like it, but the forbidden command is dictating my actions.

I also know I will ruin her, forever. I am not good for her. In any way!

The elevator door opens, and the tease enters. She spins, hits the down button, and gives me a look. Suddenly, she runs over, pecks me goodbye, and leaps back in.

As the doors close quickly, I yell, “be careful!”

I walk back to the drinks area, knock back the strong whiskey I was preparing, and I seethe. I pour another and walk to the huge windows looking over NYC.

The thing is, we can never be together.

We are from different worlds.

I am not good for her. Storm deserves a solid guy from a small town and I… I am destined to marry my work. My deals. My money.

My Empire.

I shake my head, and I realize Storm is my polar opposite.

My complex, and at times, jet set-type lifestyle, is full on, and hers is slow, stable and steady.

She likes baths, books, sofas, staying in, and reading. A calm lifestyle.

I like some of the same, but I have become accustomed to a complex lifestyle of travel, movie sets, meetings, deals, and jets.

Even if we are both reclusive, we are opposites. We are too different, and I am not good for her. I have to keep away from her. I have to…

Control.

My.

Desires.