Chapter Sixteen

Storm's POV

Noah's eyes were fixated on me, I took a good look at him, his usually shaggy hair was slicked back and he was dressed in a black tuxedo that clung to his body, he had shaved his beards. He exuded confidence and authority. Our eyes looked and I ran my tongue over my lip unconsciously. The sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Tasha cleared her throat and we broke eye contact.

"Storm, you look exquisite, simply divine." He took my hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a light kiss on it. I shivered as tingles ran through my body.

"You look amazing as well. The tuxedo seems like it was tailored just for you." I blushed, ashamed of my words, he had given me a compliment that would cause women to swoon and the best thing I could say to him was about his tux. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

"Thank you. It was actually. I had a designer make it for me. Are you ready?" He held out his crooked arm and I linked mine with it. He led me out