Page 2 of Cloud Storm

Asshole.

Who is he to talk anyway?

Who in the 21st century is named Lancelot?

Who does he think he is, a medieval knight?

Where did he leave his white horse?

The Suit bleeds when cut just like the rest of us lowly mortals. To be fair, I later found out he was sent to a boarding school where they taught him how to behave, how to hold himself, how to look down on the rest of the rabble, never losing composure or hunching his back.

The man irritates the hell out of me, brings out the worst in me.

He’s so cocky!

He’s so exasperating.

He’s… a walking orgasm.

Wait… I did not just think that.

Well, at least not consciously.

I’m so fucked up.

Insane.

Out of my mind. Completely, because although I despise everything about him, I still somehow find him attractive.

No, I think I’m lying, even to myself. But no question, the man is hot, and awakens something inside me that I’ve never felt before.

That baffles me, unnerves me. Annoys me to no end.

The good thing is that I don’t have to see him again. Never again! My finances are sorted, taken care of and I’m so happy, so freaking happy!

All thanks to Roselynn. She discovered my business plan more than a year ago now, and decided to take out her magic wand to become my fairy godmother. Now my rustic bakery—our rustic bakery—is booming and we are even in talks with an airline, as they want to include some of my creations in their business and first-class meals. Very prestigious, eh?

Now I no longer need to worry about going to bed with an empty stomach or being cold. Plus, I can help others who want to better themselves. I can plant seeds of change, something small, but a change nevertheless.

Best of all, I can be myself without fear.

Talking about my friend, there she is outside her townhome, staring at a moving truck.

“Looks like we have new neighbors,” she says by way of a greeting.

“Yes, Mr. Hatz sold the corner house two weeks ago.”

She scowls. I know, I know… My bad. I didn’t share the tea with her.

“You didn’t think to tell me?” she scolds without even turning to look at me. She’s so busy being nosey, she has yet to notice my new look. “You failed to comply with one of the main rules of friendship.”

“Which is?”

“To keep me informed about what’s going on in the condo, of course!” She frowns, still watching the removal truck while her fingers impatiently tap her chin.

“Your obsession with our new neighbor has made you blind; don’t you have anything to say to me?”

I’m talking about my new look, of course, but she’s still too busy ogling something else. Or somebody else, I should say.

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