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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.
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STORM
I run quickly into the lobby, and I shake the rain from myself. I avoid the kind uniformed man, and I realize the only good thing is, the rain is covering my tears.
What a disaster.
In the oak lined elevator, I close my eyes, and sob. I’m such a loser.
The dinner was fine. The drinks at the two bars, were fine.
He even seemed like a nice guy. He worked in music, or so he said. We then ended up at his apartment, and it was spectacular.
Everything seemed right, even if he implied, I had a boring job, and was not from a big city.
He was not as cool as Lorenzo, and he was nowhere as graceful, or manly. The cheesy music he put on, was not subtle, and I could see straight through him. At least I could tell he was keen, and I wanted sex, too.
I still can’t believe what happened, when he stopped, and laughed, before…
Before telling me I can’t kiss.
I mean, what the actual F. I can kiss, my ex and I kissed a lot, before we had our vanilla sex. I’ve seen it done on TV, and in movies. I’ve done it in my head, a million times.
I wipe my eyes and stamp my wet foot. “Shit!” I yell.
That is it.My last attempt at dating.
I can’t see Lorenzo like this! No fucking way. I’ll move fast, exit and sneak into my room.
Finally, the elevator doors open, and I look left and right. Classical music plays, and I walk in dripping.
Again.
I quickly run to my room, and I slam the door. Inside, I pull off the wet jacket, and then the wet catsuit outfit.
I hang it up fast, leap under the covers, and cry. Screw making all the effort, and also the stupid make over. Also, thousands of dollars, and maybe a thousand hours trying to be a hot date.
A total waste of time.
