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The distance from my friends, and family, plus society, as we live together with Falcon high above the city, and all alone, is electric.
And our energy together ispowerful.
I’m excited, but I am scared.
Deep down, I know I will never find anyone more amazing, more passionate, more caring, and more incredibly capable.
Of loving or protecting me.
I know Lorenzo is private, and I know he is not a big social animal. Neither am I. Few book loving nerds like me are.
Any ceremony to marry, will likely be some kind of remote signing, with a priest or celebrant. Or, more likely, we’d fly in the chopper out to sea, and land on a yacht.
Then, as is the ancient rite, a ship captain would legally marry us.
Lorenzo has several friends with super yachts, I think Troy Remington has one. It would be easy. Easy for a yacht to be sailed offshore, or even rented for the evening.
We could chopper out, marry, have a drink, far from the paparazzi and nosey people.
Simple.Private.Perfect.
Then we would be one.
Then, I would have to tell people back home. Oh shit!
Seeing Lorenzo’s ex-girlfriend at the gala was disturbing, and she hung around way too long. If Lorenzo is my husband, it may help people stay away, and know he is mine.
I hate the fact I was jealous last night, the emotion makes me feel sick. It’s so uncontrollable.
As Lorenzo walks across the rooftop in tight black shorts with a coffee, he looks perfect in the warm light. He comes towards me, and his immaculate body glints. The shower water still coating his eight pack, broad shoulders, pecs, and powerful thighs.
How can I not marry him?
I love him, like I will love no other. Lorenzo is the one.
But is it this?
Too fast.
At the endof the week, and after we dance around discussing marriage, and talking aboutusfurther, Lorenzo tells me he has to fly to the world’s biggest film market.
It is where movie, cinema and production companies buy and sell movie, and series, rights. Lorenzo says it’s like a fish market, but it is more complicated, and prestigious.
“As always, the market is held in the South of France and in a stunning French Riviera city called Cannes. I want you to come Storm, because there’s nothing like it on the planet.”
Neither of us are into red carpet events, dressing up, or fame, but Lorenzo tells me, the movies selected to screen, are the best in the world.
I finally agree, and we have a national vacation coming up.
The timing is perfect, and I want Lorenzo close.
We are becoming inseparable, and the idea of a week away from him, does not excite me. The other thing that worries me, is the fact that Lorenzo has been on edge this week.
He is working more hours than usual, and he is likely taking on too many entertainment deals. He is pushing into Europe now, and I can tell it is changing him some.
I guess it’s hard to take your foot off the gas, when it is what you do, and what you enjoy.
We are both hoping to see the trailer of the movie we’d flown down to help stabilize in Texas. Lorenzo tells me, they’ve only just wrapped shooting.
