The next two weeks were a blur of studies, work and speaking to Storm as much I could, and setting up the house for him. Just another week and he will be here, he's moved up his schedule and has a recording studio in his new house. I'm so excited because he will be back soon. His agent isn't happy about it, but he knows better than to argue with Storm.
I have been focusing hard on my studies and working extra shifts. The week flies by and Storm will be here today, I'm going to pick him up at the airport. Finally his flight arrives, and I'm so happy because I know I don't have to say goodbye to him again. "Hi stranger," I say to him.
He laughs, "hi my angel."
I give him a hug and a kiss hello, "how was your flight?" I ask curiously.
"Bloody awful, I hate flying," Storm groans.
"Oh poor baby," I joke. We make our way to my car, "when are the others coming?" I ask.
"They will be over in about two days, and then we will be working on the new album," Storm says running his hand through his hair.
"Ok, let's get you to your new house," I say holding his hand and he nods.
I drive out to Storm's new estate, it's really beautiful and really modern, black and grey everything with hints of white and black, he even has a pool table, a silver and red one. He walks in, "love? you done all this?" Storm seems amazed.
"Yes, do you like it?" I ask nervously.
"I love it, it feels like a home," Storm answers. I see a glimpse of something in Storm, like he needs to feel like he belongs somewhere. His cold glare is no longer there, he looks happy.
"Wait until you see your bedroom," I say excitedly. He arches an eyebrow and has a smirk, "down boy," I tease. he shakes his head, and we walk in.
I have had some of his collectable guitars put in glass cases against the one wall with lights. Storm has a massive California king size bed against one wall, black bedding, and black furniture and black pedestals with silver and white lamps, I put white couches in there by the fire place with black and dark grey pillows, with red throws and his flat screen in front of the bed over the fire place, with a shaggy black carpet on the ground. It's minimal but it's so him, it's warm, dark and mysterious.
"I absolutely love it my angel," he has a balcony and I put two couch like chairs out there for him when he has trouble sleeping. This will be his home and he has to be comfortable. "I love what you have done with the house, it's modern and me but I see your touch everywhere and I love it."
I beam at him, "I needed something to do while you were away," I say shrugging.
"I will let you get settled in," I say and sit on the bed.
"Is everything alright?" Storm asks concerned.
"Well Storm, my parents are coming to town and I'm not sure how I feel about it," I say with a defeated sigh. Storm has no expression, "scared to meet them?" I tease.
"Well bloody hell yeah," Storm blurts out, his eyes wide as saucers.
I laugh, "Storm Michaels nervous and scared! I never thought I would see the day." I tease him further.
He throws me with a pillow, I giggle, "they will be here tonight, staying at a hotel, I will be seeing them for lunch tomorrow and they want to meet you." I mention.
My heart is thumping, "sure, I would like to meet them, but bare in mind my rose, I'm not what all parents want for their daughters," Storm says feeling deflated.
"I have told my mom about you, and she's seen us on a few pictures and she actually sounded happy," I say sincerely.
"Well fucking hell that's a relief," Storm says blowing out a deep breath. "You are staying over love?"
"I am, I put some clothes in your massive closet, I hope you don't mind," I say and he gives me an enormous smile.
"I wouldn't have it any other way love," Storm says winking at me. Flirt.
"Storm how do you have so much clothes and shoes! It took me a solid two days to do your closet," I moan and he just chuckles.
"I like clothes," he says like it solved everything. I shake my head. Storm met my parents and they actually love him, they see the stage persona isn't who he is and think he is good for me, they see how much he loves me.
A year has passed and we are going strong, I have travelled with him on tour, on my two breaks, my job is going well and we couldn't be happier. I'm in my second year and my studies are going phenomenally well. I recorded Black Rose with Storm and his song 'My Love', and that song is up for a Grammy. I just want him to win, the new version of Black Rose went platinum and so has My Love, they were released as singles and he is up for album of the year with his new Album and best duet and like ten other nominations. We have to leave in two days to LA for the Grammy's.
I'm attending with Storm and designers have sent over dresses they want me to wear. I have chosen a black Dolce to wear, tight very form fitting with a low V in front, with a lace back, and a thigh high slit, it's incredible, I pair it with black stiletto heels and a tennis bracelet Storm got me for Christmas, with matching diamond drop earrings and I will wear my infinity necklace with it. I'm all set for the big day. Storm has a black Armani tux he's wearing with a black tie, he's going to look so hot.
I spend more time at his than I do my own apartment. I'm laying on his bed studying since I have a rare day off, and Storm is checking on some of his investments, he turns to me "my rose."
I look up at him and stop writing, he sounds worried or nervous, "is everything ok?" I ask with a frown.
"Yeah, I was wondering, since you are here all the time and we have been together for over almost two years now, will you move in with me?" Storm asks nervously.
I was not expecting that, I smile, "if it's what you really want?" I say making sure.
"You practically live here already and all your stuff is here, so why not make it official?" He asks.
I smile at him. "I would love too," I say excitedly.
Storm walks over to me climbs on the bed and kisses me, "I sleep better with you here," he looks at me lovingly. Who would have thought we would be here over two years later. "My angel I have to stay in LA for a few days after the Grammy awards," Storm states.
"Ok, work?" I ask.
"Yeah something like that, press that sort of stuff," he says unconvincingly. I nod I feel uneasy for the first time in our relationship.
Two days later we fly in for the awards, we stay at Storms LA mansion, I haven't been here in so long or seen my parents in months, they love Storm though he won them over, we were honest about his past and everything, he was very forthcoming and they respected that.
We get ready, and I climb into my Gucci dress and heels, I wear my hair half up with curls down my back I put on natural makeup, bronzes and some liner and mascara and a bold red lip, Storm had a make up artist and hairdresser come in for me. I wear my infinity necklace and a tennis bracelet with diamond drop earrings. I grab my clutch and I'm ready, I'm a bit nervous I have never been to an event like this. I come down and storm is in a tux, with a bow tie and his hair is tied back in a low pony tail, he even has a rolex on. "You look incredibly handsome," I say admiring him.
"I don't normally dress like this ever," Storm groans out loud.
"You look so amazing, so handsome," I compliment him.
"You look stunning my rose, absolutely gorgeous," Stoem says making me blush.
"I don't normally ever wear anything formal," I say with a sigh.
"It suits you, you're stunning. I got you something to go with your dress," Storm says with a mysterious glint in his eye.
"Nothing could possibly still fit in this dress," I say with a shrug, he laughs and he hands me a small box, he looks nervous. I open it, I nearly faint.
Storm sees my panic, "It's not and engagement ring, but I thought you might want a promise that some day when we are ready, I want you to be my wife." Storm says sweetly. A tear runs down my cheek he wipes it away, it's a beautiful princess cut diamond set on a diamond band in platinum.
"Left hand?" I ask and he nods. I slip it on. Ken brings the limo around, and we get in, the rest of the band will meet us there since Oliver is Dom's date. They have been going steady for about eight months now.
We arrive at the Grammy's. My heart is pounding, Storm is performing and presenting tonight, "what if I fall?" I ask alarmed.
He chuckles, "then I will catch you," he kisses my lips. The door of the limo opens, Storm gets out and holds his hand out for me and I slide out gracefully, considering the slit in this dress. He holds my hand and we walk the red carpet, I hold my clutch nonchalantly, and forget about the ring.
Soon all we hear are hear people shouting. 'Storm is engaged', but we don't answer. We carry on and walk to the picture area, and Storm holds me by the waist we take a few pictures, then a few separately, and then with the group.
'Who are you wearing Miss Richards?' I answer as gracefully as I can with my heart pounding, "Gucci head toe," they snap some more of me and Storm. It's time for press, Storm hates this part, I remember clearly that he punched a photographer last year, it was all over the news.
PRESS:
"Storm how do you feel about all your nominations tonight?"
Storm:
"Well I feel great, but I do it for the love of music not the accolades, but it's nice to be recognised."
PRESS:
"You have been together a very long time, Emily what is it like being in a relationship with the Storm Michaels?"
Emily:
Shit this question is for me, "I could not have chosen a better partner, he's simply amazing, he is supportive and loving and what more could I ask for."
PRESS:
"Storm, Emily, will you be singing a duet tonight?"
Emily:
"Not that I know of, I'm looking forward to seeing Storm perform," Storm kisses my cheek and the crowd goes wild.
PRESS:
"One more question, Storm is the song 'My Love' really written about this gorgeous woman over here?"
Storm stares at him coldly, because he called me gorgeous, oh Storm! He answers coldly. "Yes." Storm says simply and takes my left hand and holds it up kissing it, letting the world see my ring, and people are snapping away. We walk in, and I let it his hand go, he's always been so possessive.
We arrive at our seats, after an hour of mingling with the band and some other celebrities. We sit down and the show starts, about a half hour in Storm wins his first Grammy for the night, his album 'Wicked Pleasure' has also been nominated. The whole group goes up and each gets an award, Storm thanks his bandmates, fans and me, and blows me a kiss "I love you my rose," he says and he walks off, in an hour he wins five Grammy awards two of which are for his own songs not the groups, I'm so proud of him.
About an hour in Storm is going to perform, he sings 'My Love' and the band accompanies him, he watches me the whole time, and the camera is on me a few times, a few tears fall, then Ken comes and ushers me to to the back. "I'm watching Storm perform!" I say annoyed and the bext thing I know the stylist puts me in a red short dress with black accents, with red stiletto heels, and hands me a mic and puts in my inner ears. My heart is hammering in my chest and I see storm walk toward me, he holds out his hand to me, holy shit no! He smiles, "please welcome my love that has made 'Black Rose' go double platinum." The crowd goes absolutely crazy, and Storm starts singing and I don't have a choice, sink or swim. I sing and we belt out the song together, and it's the most amazing four minutes of my life that I have ever been on stage. He kisses me at the end of the song and people are cheering and clapping. We walk off hand in hand. We get changed back into our clothes, and we take a seat till the night is over, Storm wins three more, and he has 8 Grammy awards five solo and three with the band.
The show is over and we get ready for the after party at Storms place, "I could have messed up the song!" I scold Storm.
"You were incredible with zero practice!" Sroem says chuckling.
I roll my eyes, "Storm, I nearly had a heart attack!" I say shrieking.
All I see is him laughing at me, "love your face was priceless," I huff and throw a pillow at him. "Let's just get ready we need to head out soon." I'm scolding him in my underwear, and he gets up and throws me on the bed and kisses me.
"Am I forgiven? You are so hot when you are pissed." Storm says smirking.
He pushes himself onto me, "down boy we only have fifteen minutes to get ready," I say with a naughty smile.
"Later," Stowm says frustrated and I just nod.
I put on a short navy bandage dress with a silver Louis Vuitton heel that wraps up my leg, I let my hair down and it flows in curls. I put a more of a smokey eye on and a maroon lip. I match it with a silver clutch and a silver cuff and I'm done. I'm starting to love fashion. Storm is wearing a black shirt rolled up at the sleeves with a navy tie hanging loosely, black tight jeans, and some leather biker boots, hair loose. "Jesus love, are you trying to give me a coronary?" Storm says holding his heart.
"I take it you like it?" I ask teasingly.
He comes up to me and runs his hands down my body and squeezes my ass, he says possessively, "this is mine."
I nod and I slide my hand to his crotch and squeeze gently, his eyes go wide, "this is mine," he nods and I turn around shaking my ass as I walk and I hear him chuckle.