AFTER THAT CHRISTMAS evening with Storm things are better in my head. I find myself really looking forward to seeing the biker. And while I still think of Vincent, I tend to think of Storm too.
I know I am settling, what I feel for Storm isn't enough and I should let him go. But that has always been my problem. I am selfish, because even knowing I would never feel for him the way I feel for Vincent or even close, I won't end it with Storm.
It gives me a sick thrill to know that such a dangerous guy is in my bed. But it also allows me to face Vincent.
Recently Vincent is spending more and more time at B-Street, an upper class club that I myself frequent twice or three times a week. He greets me now, which I find odd as he has always hated me, despised me, pretending I didn't exist.
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