Chapter 93: Isabella Wade

Storm's POV

Aniston slept by my side on my bed and occasionally she would wrap her arm around me and murmur some words I was too tired to decipher.

I watched her. Even in her sleep she was a grumpy person. After the fight earlier, she had snuck into my bedroom to lie beside me, it was weird because a few days ago she was a total stranger and now, I would do anything for her. I am already letting her share my bed without harboring a dirty thought about it, I never let anyone I don't make love to share my bed.

I know my father would have a heart attack if he saw us because he would never believe that we didn't make love to each other…I mean I am me, I am not made out of wood.

No one would. My reputation kinda precedes me but that was a reputation from a long time ago, it was my reputation before Bella.

Bella.

Thinking about Bella made me wince. And thinking about our encounter a few hours ago was unbearable, so I settled for a memory of the past.

The first time we met. I was barely thi