“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 themovies 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, orus, 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.