CHAPTER 20

We sleep in the next morning, but I wake up before Storm. I walk to the balcony, and I stand just really looking at him laying on his front gloriously naked. He is perfect from head to toe, his beautiful features, perfect lips, perfect body, perfect feet, he has the most beautiful hands not to mention his ass, I giggle to myself. I turn around looking out on the city it's so beautiful and peaceful here, am I ready to be a wife? I glance over at him, of course I am, I'm ready to be his wife, Storm's wife. I am so happy I could burst, I stare at my ring, just wow, I still can't get over this huge thing, I love it. I think I'm just worried about the pressures of fame if we marry, who am I kidding we have been doing this for over two years, I love him to death and I would do anything for that precious soul.

I look out wearing his shirt, it smells like him, I'm standing crossed arms leaning on the railing, and I feel two arms come round my waist he buries his face on neck. I feel kisses, "Morning my beautiful fiancée."

"Morning my future husband."

"What are you doing out of bed?" He asks.

"I woke up and was tossing, I didn't want to wake you, but I have an awesome view from here," I say teasing him.

"My future wife is perving on me?" Storm jokes and I laugh.

"Couldn't help myself," I answer. He gives me a kiss with a loud plop, "you seem very happy this morning," I say smiling.

"Are you kidding me? I am over the moon angel," I kiss him.

"I love you so much Storm."

"And I love you angel."

"Let's order breakfast and pack," I say sighing, he nods. We order room service and have an awesome breakfast, we get dressed in simple jeans and t-shirts and jackets, nothing flashy at about twelve we head for the plane, and an hour later we are in Paris, I booked us in at the Ritz, penthouse suite.

It's beautiful, we don't waste any time, and get ready, I put on a simple black tee, jeans, a stiletto and my leather jacket, I wear my hair straight with light make up and a pink lip and sunglasses with my diamond studs. Storm wears ripped jeans, a blue t-shirt and leather jacket and boot and sunglasses and his long loose hair. We need bodyguards here, Storm's French fans are a bit hectic, so we have the two and two more from the hotel.

"I thought we could just be tourists, when you play here you don't get to see anything, and it's my first time here too," I say looking around.

"Well then let's go find a small cafe and have lunch and walk around and do the attractions," Storm says leading the way, I smile at him all excited.

We take a drive to the restaurants and take a walk, and I discover something about Storm, he can speak French. That makes him even more sexy. We get followed by some photographers, and we settle at a small cafe outside, no use in hiding. We order cheese and bacon burgers and fries with aioli it's delicious, with chocolate milkshakes, some fans try to approach, we allow a few. We have a sort of peaceful lunch, we hold hands and chat, and the pictures are snapping and Storm is annoyed and it's starting to show, "let's give them a show," I whisper.

He looks at me like I've lost my mind, then he says, "fuck it," I put my hand on his thigh and we give each other kisses and giggle because it's just funny, at least Storm is laughing. I see them trying to snap my ring, its so funny how fascinated people are, then again I was a fan girl.

We take a stroll through to a famous bakery and Storm's sweet tooth is showing, so we buy some cake, and I find a chocolate shop and we can't resist we buy a quite a bit, and to take home for the band. We stop to have a cappuccino, and it's way different here, I love it, we buy a lock and we are definitely putting it on the bridge later. We get back into the SUV and Storm is making dinner reservations and the fans are starting really try and get to Storm and even me, we make our way to the clothing shops, it's amazing! Storm loves clothes but doesn't admit it, so this is his small version of heaven outside of guitars. We shop heavily guarded for another two hours. They shut down a few stores, it's been quite a crazy day. We take a ride to the Pont des Arts bridge, Storm writes my name on the silver lock and I write his with our favourite infinity sign and a few hearts, we both hold it and turn the lock on the bridge and throw the key into the river, we take a few selfies kissing and of this beautiful bridge.

We go back to the hotel, we really need a rest before dinner, Storm booked somewhere at eight. "I had a really nice day with you baby, we never just be normal, I liked it," I say beaming.

"It's the first time I can appreciate Paris love, this little vacation is perfect," Storm says genuinely happy. I yawn, "tired angel?"

"A bit," I yawn again, we lay down on the bed and Storm flips through the channels.

"We are on TV already." Storm says a bit irritated.

'Hot couple spotted in Paris, is this where Storm Proposed?'

I shake my head, "We are the hot topic, by the way I love that you proposed with our family around."

He nuzzles my neck, "I knew you would like that," Storm says as we watch a bit and we fall asleep.

We wake up about two hours later, "hey sleeping beauty," Storm wakes me.

I smile up at Storm, "time to get up?" I ask with a yawn, he nods. "Im going to have a quick shower," I say nonchalantly.

I stand under the water it feels so good, I give my hair a quick wash, shave and do my girl things. I'm done, I go in search of a dress, Storm goes in the bathroom and screams, "wear the pink one!" He never closes the door, not that I'm complaining. I take out the baby pink strapless grecian dress, I blow my hair, wear it in loose curls, and put on light make up with mascara and a rose lip. I find a medium sized black velvet box on the vanity, I open it, it's a light pink and clear diamond necklace with matching earrings, they are exquisite, a white diamond on top with small ones then a pink one at the bottom, a pink tennis bracelet, that's so unique.

I put it on, and I hear the blow dryer, he must be almost done. I put a silver platform heel on, Louboutin, I slip on my dress. "Storm will you zip me up?"

He obliges, and I feel his fingers go up my back I feel shivers. "Thank you for the gift," he kisses me a small peck.?

"You're welcome love, you look beautiful," I blush.

"So do you, always," I answer and I put on my white fur coat. Storm has on a fitted medium grey suit with a white shirt, no tie.

He puts on his coat, he holds out his hand to me, I take it smiling, we make our way to a waiting limousine, "I could get used to this," I joke, he chuckles.

"My lady," he takes my hand and helps me in the car, I love his accent, I love his voice, he can be reading the dictionary and I would listen. As we drive I look out at the lively city, the lights the people, "it's so beautiful Storm."

"I know, stunning," I turn and he's looking at me, I blush and take his face in my hands and kiss him. "I'm going to blindfold you," Storm says smiling.

I laugh, "ok."

He puts the blindfold on and we drive a little longer and we stop, he comes round to my door, and opens it, he walks me about two metres, and takes it off. "Oh Storm, the Eiffel Tower!" I say in awe.

"Yes, that's not all, we are having dinner up there," Storm says equally excited. I jump up and down and he laughs a hearty laugh, infectious, we run up to the lift, and we go up, watching the view as we go.

"This is beyond romantic!" I squeal. We finally make it not too far from the top, and the restaurant has put up a table up there with twinkle lights and heaters. This is so beautiful.

We have some champagne, Storm never really had an alcohol problem, he just drank when on drugs, so I trust him to have a social drink.

We overlook the city and sit down, "I wanted to treat you to the best Paris has to offer," Storm says beaming.

"I absolutely love it!" We sit and sip Champagne and chat the waiter arrives, Storm orders, "Bonjour, nous aimerions le bar, le champignon et le ciboule avec réduction et salade, et votre meilleure bouteille de Rouge." (Hello, we would like the seabass, mushroom and spring onion with reduction and salad, and your best bottle of red) that's so sexy.

I look at him, "C'est tellement sacrément sexy que tu parles français," (It's so damn sexy hearing you speak French), he looks at me shocked.

"Angel! Since when do you speak French?" He asks in complete shock.

I shrug, "my parents made me take French classes, something about being a lady," I say rolling my eyes. He laughs, "what about you?" I ask.

"I done a lot of concerts here so I had to learn, impressive huh?" Storm says boasting.

I roll my eyes, "like I said sexy," he laughs.

We eat and I ask Storm all the questions I never thought to ask, "first kiss?"

Storm, answers, "I was thirteen and her name was... Maya."

I laugh, "what about you angel?" He asks.

I sigh, "well I was eighteen, and his name was Storm,", he looks at me.

"Oh yeah that's right it was me," he says with pride. "Well you were good, I never thought, bloody hell I'm an asshole, I stole your first kiss," Storm cringes.

"It was perfect," I say smiling. He's looking even more proud, "your first time?" I ask.

"I was fifteen, and it was Jill," Storm says nonchalantly.

I choke on my wine, and cough, "What?"

Storm continues, "we were young and curious skinny kids, and we just decided to do it one day, get it over with so we could not be virgins anymore, don't worry we never slept together again after that, it was too weird and it only lasted like five minutes," Storm says and he laughs.

"I'm glad it was her and not some random girl," I say in approval, he nods and smirks because he knows he was my first. "You already know you were my first everything, how many women?"

Storm thinks, "a few, like four, and that includes you, I was just never really interested in the groupies, it got old very fast."

I nod, the thought of three other women knowing him like that, kills me and I brush it off, it doesn't matter. "So why did you wait?" Storm asks curiously.

I answer, "I wasn't your typical popular girl, I was more the nerd, not noticed. I get a lot of messages now from those in my old high school wanting to befriend me now, but I also didn't want it to be a random guy that will forget me in a minute," I shrug.

"Nobody could ever forget you, and ignore those fake bastards, they never knew what they had," Storm says irritated with the silly people. He holds my hand lifts it and kisses my ring on my finger, "you are unique, beautiful, and grew into a strong smart woman whom I admire greatly and love deeply." I tear up, he wipes a tear away. "You are so special my angel, no more tears, think of it, you're famous, you can sing, and your almost a doctor and you have a hot fiancé," he winks at me.

I laugh, "yeah life is good and I'm having dinner overlooking Paris in the Eiffel Tower, engaged to the love of my life," I say and we smile.

"Dessert angel?"

"Definitely," I beam.

Storm orders, "Pouvons-nous avoir deux sorbes rôties à la mangue et deux autres verres de champagne." (Can we please have two roasted mango sorbe's and two more glasses of champagne)

I smile at him, a few minutes later they bring our dessert and champagne, I lean over and whisper in his ear, "Je veux que tu me fasses l'amour toute la nuit et fais-moi crier ton nom, fais-moi savoir que mon fiancé est Storm Lance Michaels." (I want you to make love to me all night and make me scream your name, make me know my fiancé is Storm Lance Michaels)

He takes my hand under the table and puts it on his crotch, "that's what you just done to me," Storm says his blue eyes twinkling. I bite my bottom lip and look at him and lean in to kiss him, and he has the most magical tongue.