The Mighty Storm (The Storm, #1)

We’re laid in bed after a very long making up session, me draped across Jake, while he strokes his fingers over the skin on my back, his own skin rough and tickly on mine.

“We don’t have to, beautiful. We’ll just stay in here, and that means I can ravish you all day long.”

“As good as that sounds, I think we should go out.” I sit up. “We can’t hide away forever,” I say, thinking on it. “There’s always going to be that day when our picture ends up in the paper, so let’s just let that day be today. We’re in one of the most beautiful and romantic cities in the world. We should make the most of it.”

“You’re sure?” he says, looking across at me hopefully.

“I am.”

“So I can take my girl out on a proper first date?”

Ah, so that’s what this has all been about. He wanted to take me out on a first date.

And now I just love him even more if that’s at all possible.

“A first date sounds perfect to me.”

“God, I love you, Trudy Bennett,” he says, pulling me back down onto him, kissing me firmly on the lips.

“And I love you, my little storm.”

He pulls a face at me, eyebrow raised, then flicks his gaze downwards, to his sizeable manhood.

“Okay, well maybe not small,” I giggle.

“That’s more like it. Now move your hot ass off this bed and get ready. I’m taking you out to show the world that you’re mine.” He smacks my ass with his hand.

“Oww!” I squeal. “Okay, I’m going!” I climb off the bed, leaving Jake laying there in all his beautiful glory, as I go to take a shower.





Chapter Twenty-Two





It took us a little while longer to get out as Jake decided to join me in the shower, and we … um … well, you know.

We’ve decided to go to the Louvre, because neither of us has ever been and I’ve always wanted to go, and I love that it’s something brand new we can do together.

So we’re in the back of the Merc with Dave driving us and Ben in the passenger seat.

Two lots of security are needed today apparently.

That fact makes me feel a little weird, but I’m trying to push it to the back of my mind, because I’m going to have to get used to this kind of thing being with Jake.

Stuart has also called ahead to let the staff at the Louvre know Jake is visiting today.

Apparently this is how it works in celeb world. You have to preannounce your arrival.

Good to know.

It’s weird living like this. Pre-Jake if I wanted to go somewhere I did, without having to plan everything or bring security along for the ride.

So basically, we’re going on our first date with Dave and Ben.

Kind of kills the feel of it, but I don’t want to say anything to Jake and upset him, because this is life with Jake. Everything has to be structured, security with us all the time, and the places we go have to be informed in advance of his arrival.

It’s a lot crazy. And it’s going to take some serious getting used to.

Jake is holding my hand, running his thumb over my skin. I think he knows I’m nervous about going on our first outing together as a couple.

Honestly, my stomach is popping over.

People are soon going to know I’m his girlfriend. And I’m going to become public enemy number one with his female fans.

My insides start to tremble, and not in a good way.

Dave drives the car down Avenue du Général Lemonnier and enters the underground parking garage of the Louvre. A space nearest the lifts has been reserved for us, and there is an attendant already waiting to meet us.

Okay, so let this begin.

Dave parks up and he and Ben get out of the car.

Ben opens Jake’s door.

“You ready?” Jake asks me.

I can’t seem to answer. I’m frozen to my seat. In truth I’m scared and even more so now we’re here.

I’ve been living in a bubble with Jake. Our relationship this last week has been just him and I cocooned, despite all the Will stuff. Now we’re about to go out in public together and everyone will know I’m Jake Wethers’ girlfriend, and then it won’t just be him and me anymore. His world will become a part of us.

And I’m worried that it might take over.

“Give us a minute,” Jake says to Ben, grabbing the door, he closes it.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, turning to me, his gaze worried.

“I don’t know,” I shrug, finding my voice. “I guess it’s all just got a little real now, and I don’t mean us,” I add at his worsening expression. “I just mean you, who you are, the world you live in. The one I’m about to become a part of.”

He looks at me puzzled. “Tru, you’ve known all along how my life is.”

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