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Chapter 14 - CHAPTER 13

We head inside, Storm is opening the show with 'The Wicked'. I have a front row seat with Oli. The light show is amazing and he walks out in the smoke with his guitar and the band roll in on platforms he starts to play a few strings, the crowd goes wild, 'One Last Chance', the band joins and it sounds amazing, the screen is on him looking at me.

I'm smiling and my tears are falling, and he sings, 'you gave me back my life, you saved me, pulled me from the depths, gave me hope, one last chance, one last breath, one last hope, you pulled me away, I don't want to be alone, to live without you, your my one last chance my saviour my life, my love, one last chance'.

The second song is a more heavy crazy rocking song called 'Oblivion', and the song is now playing softly people are screaming, "Black Rose".

Storm smiles and says, "if I do that song, I'm doing it right. Angel come up here and do this with me," Sroem says and the crowd screams. They hand me a mic and inner ears and clip the receiver on my dress.

I leave my seat and Storm comes down to meet me and takes my hand, I walk as my dress is flowing and glittering, the song starts Storm plays his guitar and starts singing.

"My heart beats faster,

When you are around,

sleepless nights without you,

To hold you, to love you my Black Rose..."

My turn.

"Now you're here I'm not

letting you go,

Always by my side,

To hold you, to love you,

Right here right now

It's our time.. "

We sing together.

"My Black Rose,

To hold you to love you,

My heart beats faster,

My Black Rose..."

The song ends, we take a bow for the crowd, and he gives me a small kiss as we walk off stage, and the crowd is still screaming. We take our seats and Storm wins three AMA awards, and the band wins three aswell. The show is just over three hours long. Storm and I sneak out for a cigarette, in the smokers section, and we stay till the show is over, like a half hour chatting to other celebrities. The others meet up with us, "we are going to party," screams Dom.

"We are done and going home," I say sternly and they pick up on my tone.

They nod and don't challenge me. Storm does a little press and I stay by his side the whole time, he holds my hand tight and I know, he wants to go home now. I pull him by the hand and we walk to the limo. We get in, "thank you love, I didn't want to party or answer any more questions," he kisses me.

"You are welcome baby," I say kissing him back.

"You are so strong, smart and wonderful, why are you with someone like me? I'm just a musician," Storm asks and I grown.

"I should be asking what a musician is doing with a normal very bland looking woman like me thats studying to be a doctor?" I say shrugging.

"Because you are exactly what I need, you are strong where I am not, you literally do anything you put your mind too and you are going to be helping kids, not to mention you are stunningly beautiful," Storm says stroking my face.

"I was such a loser in high school, I'm sure they don't even realise I'm that girl dating the hottest rocker in the world, that's how invisible I was," I say confessing.

"I see you angel, you're not invisible to me," Storm says cupping my cheek.

"You saw a push up bra and a short skirt, had I not been wearing that would you be here now?" I ask seriously.

"Yes," Storm says with no hesitation and I'm dumbstruck, he would have noticed me? "Angel I'm not a womanizer as the press makes me out to be. I never even slept around like 'rock stars' would do, it wasn't my thing. I'm a loner just like you, I think that attracted me to you, kindred spirits. I looked in your eyes that night and I knew, it was going to be you." I climb on his lap and give him a kiss, he puts up the partition, so we have privacy.

He runs his hand up my leg, right up and he pulls my panties down, he doesn't stop kissing me, I feel his hands on me, massaging me. "Storm," I whisper against his lips and he moves his hand faster using his thumb to rub me while his fingers are in me, I tip my head back, "I'm going to come," I say breathing harder.

"So come for me, I love seeing you." Storm says and I let go and he kisses my neck, my body calms down and I drop to my knees in the limo, and I undo his pants, no underwear, I smile, and I take him in my mouth, and I let my tongue explore and take him deep, and focus on his head, just teasing him and taking him deep again, I do this a few times, "fuck love, you need to stop I don't want to come yet, fuck me you're good,", I stop and smirk at him.

We walk inside and he carries me to the room, and undoes the clip and zip on the side of my dress, and pulls me, I didn't put my panties back on. I strip him off in record time, he turns me around on all fours on the bed just my heels on, "you look incredible angel."

I feel his mouth on me, his tongue doing unspeakable things stop me, pleasuring me, inside of me and out, I almost come and he stops, and he plunges into me, fucking me hard, "Yes! don't stop, harder!"

Storm goes harder and I scream in pleasure, I hear his breathing and a moan escaping him, "angel! fuck! come with me," he says and that's my undoing. I come hard and loud and I feel him tense and a breathy moan as he comes, and we ride it, and finally we collapse. He falls on top of me and kisses my neck and back. He rolls off me, pulls me to him, and kisses me as if his life depends on it.

"Want to join me for a shower?" I ask smiling, he nods, my hair in a messy bun, I wash all the make up off and we have a sensual shower, we dry off and I get into bed naked, so does he.

We lay quiet, and just holding each other, "angel, I love you so much it's scary." Storm whispers.

"I feel the same way baby." I climb on top of him.

"Again?" Storm chuckles, I giggle and he responds, he sits up and holds me tight, and I lower myself, and we go at it again, him kissing my breasts, and spanking my ass, and it's quick and I move faster and faster, "Storm...", and he holds me close his mouth on my neck and we come.

"I'm knackered," Storm says, his accent thick.

"Me too," I say breathing hard.

We laugh, "you are so beautiful," Storm says stroking my cheek.

I stroke his slight stubble, "so are you," I say giving him a small kiss. We kiss and cuddle and fall asleep.

We get a call at almost three am, in a deep sleep Storm answers, "what?" Storm asks annoyed.

"Sir, there's a man at the gate causing a racket, says his name is Trevor Rogers," Security says.

"Fuck, let him in, but escort him to the house," Storm says irritated.

"Storm who is it?" I ask concerned, he gets up fuming, slipping pyjama pants on and flops.

"Stay here baby, I need to deal with something, it's someone from my past," he says and Im worried.

"No, I'm coming with you," I say getting up, I put a t-shirt and pyjama pants on and slippers.

"Emily," Storm says and I glare at him ice cold, he knows I'm not to be messed with, he nods. We make our way down stairs, I'm worried, and freaking the fuck out. Ken is up and waiting, in his pyjamas.

Storm nods at Ken and he opens the door keeping me close. We stand waiting, the man walks in, he looks to be a bit older than Storm, maybe three years or so, he has sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, he's not bad looking, with stubble. He flashes Storm a huge smile. "What the fucking hell do you want?" Storm booms.

"Well fuck is that any way to greet your brother?" Trevor says.

What! I stand shocked. "Adoptive brother you fucker, what the fuck are you doing here and how the fuck did you find my house!" Storm completely loses it.

"Now Storm, I came to see you all the way from England," Trevor says.

"I told your sorry ass and your fucking tramp of a mother and alcoholic father to leave me the hell alone!" Storm is shouting. I touch his arm, he's clenching his fists, he seems to relax a bit knowing I'm here.

"What do you want?" Storm says angrily.

"Well I'm in some trouble.." Trevor starts.

Storm looks murderous, "you have got to be taking a piss if you think I'm going to help you, get the fuck out of my house! Now!" Very angry Storm has come out and it's not pretty.

"Is this your little lady? I think you did well there bruv, I wouldn't mind that ass," Trevor says making me sick and that's it, Storm snaps, he punches him and completely snaps.

"Storm!" I shout. "Ken! Do something he's going to kill him!" I shout again.

Ken tries to pull him off and some of the bodyguards help him and eventually get him off, I run to Storm I take his face in my hands, "Storm look at me!" I shout, his eyes meet mine, "breathe, calm down," I say calmly. "Ken get rid of him, make sure he gets on a plane right back to England, have someone escort him all the way there," I order.

"Yes ma'am." Ken says with no problem.

Storm is leaning on the table, Trevor shouts, "you think you're to good for us mate, you are just like me."

Storm lunges for him and knocks him out cold, "get him out of here now!" I scream. "Storm baby come up to the bedroom. His knuckles are bruising, and it's a bit scraped, I get the first aid kit and tend to him, he sits on the bed. "You better start talking now, you are not turning to drugs, you are talking to me," I say sternly.

He looks up, "I'm sorry angel I lost it, when we were younger they used to abuse me. I was about thirteen and him and his friends, they tied me to a lamp pole and beat the shit out of me, I was in a coma for two weeks. Jill grew up with me, she was there and couldn't do anything, she was just a girl. He went to the equivalent of Juvie, was there for a few years and when he got out I was gone already, Jill and me left, we started the band and I haven't been back since." I hug him, "you are all I need in this world angel". He's had such a hard life, my tears flow, he's such a good person. "I don't want you to pity me angel, just love me," Storm says sounding so broken.

"I do, I love you with my whole heart. He won't be coming back again, I'm sure he got the message, I know life deals us blows that we sometimes can never forget, but it doesn't define us, you are an amazing man. You are smart and successful, you are loving and kind, you help kids with your charities, you do your part, you give back, take pride in what you have built, they don't matter anymore. You have me and your band, we are your family and even my parents, they love you. We all love you," I finish with my tears running. He holds me tighter.

His hands will heal but these wounds are deep, "I hear you angel, you are right."

"I have a break coming up and I have a trip planned for your birthday, we are going to Ireland and France, just the two of us and Ken and his fellow guard, no London, so we can relax and have a nice time, we leave the day before your birthday."

He laughs, "thank you angel, you are so special, how did I get so lucky?" Storm asks.

"Magic," I say and he laughs.

We get back into bed, we have to be up early Storm has his drug test later, we have to do it early, to avoid paparazzi, we sleep for a few more hours. We wake up about seven thirty and get ready for the hospital, I put on a jean, a black heel white shirt and my leather jacket, wear my hair straight with minimal make up, storm puts his hair in a low ponytail, he wears a black shirt, tight black jean and boots with his jacket and a peak cap. He drives to the hospital, we take his porsche SUV, we pull into the underground parking. We meet the doctor and he does his thing, we get the results and he's clean, we arrange for a doctor to come to the house from now on to avoid being seen. He checks in with his sponsor and all is well.

We decide to go for breakfast, at a little cafe, hidden in the city, they make the best cinnabuns and cappuccino, decaff though. Storm is trying to keep away from all addictions, we have a pleasantly sweet breakfast unbothered by the world, nobody recognises Storm thankfully. "Storm I was thinking of visiting my parents, for two days, would you like to join me?" I ask hopeful.

He looks thoughtful, "of course I like visiting your parents."

"Because they love you so much," I say rolling my eyes and he laughs. "It's true, they forget about me," I pout and he laughs even harder. We take a stroll down by the pier with security not too far behind, some fans stop Storm for pictures, and he obliges, and funny enough they want me some with me in it too.

We have a passive morning and Storm seems deep in thought, we stop and sit on a bench. "What's bothering you?" I ask worriedly.

He looks at me and smiles, "I can't hide a thing from you, I was just looking at the old couple taking a mid morning stroll and thinking that could be us in fifty years," Storm says still looking at them.

"It is a lovely thought, well I hope so. I could stand you for another fifty," I joke. He kisses me softly.

His cell phone rings, "yeah? now? ok I'm on my way. Angel, I have to go to the studio my producer wants to go over something it's urgent for the tour coming up early next year, take the car, Ken's men can drop me he will follow you," Storm says with a sigh.

"Ok, I'm going to go to Oliver," I say and he gives me a kiss and we part ways.

"Meet you there when I'm done angel." Storm leaves.

I take the SUV, it drives so smoothly, I'm listening to 'The Wicked' and singing, and I'm driving the long stretch to Oli, suddenly a car swerves into my lane, and he hits me the car rolls.

Storm POV:

I'm sitting in this meeting, bored as all hell, I suddenly get this uneasy feeling, I hope angel is ok. My phone rings it's Ken. "I have to take this." I walk out the room, "Ken? What! Fuck I'm on my way, which hospital?" No, no, no! I run back in grab the car keys and run, no not her please.

Jill follows me "Storm! What happened?" She shouts after me.

"Emily she's been in an accident!" I manage, she gets in the car with me, I race over to Hope memorial, I run into emergency. "Emily Katherine Richard's," I say frantically.

"Through there Sir," the receptionist says. I run, and I get a glimpse of her, she's unconscious and I see blood, and the door closes.

Jill is holding me back, a nurse comes in, "Storm Lance Michaels?" A nurse says.

I nod, "Emily is she ok?" I ask frantic.

"You are listed as her emergency contact and next of kin," she says calmly.

"Is she fucking ok?" I scream.

"Sir calm down," she says. I can't stay calm, I'm fucked up worried, I breathe out, trying to calm myself. "She is unconscious, she has some cuts and bruises and two fractured ribs, that's all I can really tell you, the doctor will be here soon."

I hear Code blue room 203, that's her room, I hear the nurses and doctors, "she's crashing."

I fall to my knees, "No! She can't die!" I scream in the hallway. Jill is kneeling and holding me, we are both crying. She calls the others to come and she calls Oliver.

I sit and wait, and cry, Oliver arrives, he grabs me, "how is she?"

"I don't even know if she's alive," I say in a whisper. I sit on the floor holding my head in my hands. "Storm Michaels?" I hear my name.

"Yes!" I say loudly.

"Miss Richards is alive, but her heart stopped twice due trauma to the chest, we had to put a stent in her artery to remove a blockage, we had to go through a vein in her neck, she has two fractured ribs and she hit her head badly, she has a concussion, and a few scrapes and bruises." The doctor says.

"Can I see her?" I ask with my heart pounding.

"Yes but only you for now." The doctor says and leads the way.