Alison Storm

Chapter 5

Rhys

Maybe I should fear Atlas Storm.

I've heard stories about guys trying to get closer to his precious daughters. And after it turns out they weren't genuine, they so suddenly had to leave the entire state.

I'm not sure how much of these stories is true, but I just hope they're all made up.

Mr. Storm lays an arm over his daughter's shoulder and leads her inside the building, letting me stay outside. Not that expected anything else.

Actually, I did. Given that the man is the one who hired me.

Alison nods her head for me to follow them, but I'm not sure I should. If her father wanted to get to know me, he would attempt to do it on his own, wouldn't he?

And yet I still follow them anyway.

Even before I will ever get the chance to speak to Mr. Storm, I already know that Alison Rose Storm is going to be the death of me.

Wanna know why?

The entire way over to the elevator, I couldn't stop staring at my client's ass. Yup, her goddamn ass.

I shouldn't even find her attractive, and yet here we are.

I'm not even sure what came over me back there. One second I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze just that tiny bit harder, the next her little whimpers when I moved in closer shot right to my cock.

"Stop looking at Rhys like you're seconds away from getting rid of him, dad," I can hear Alison whisper, not quiet enough as it seems.

Mr. Storm grunts, disagreeing.

How the hell could anyone fall in love with this man? He's broodier than my father is, and trust me, my father is already as unapproachable as it gets.

But clearly, this man standing a meter away from me tops it.

Ever since I joined my father's business and I heard him talk about the Storm's, I've been wondering how a man so rude could build a business that ended up making him such a powerful man.

Here's a bit of information I didn't mention before;

I didn't need to find out more about Alison Storm. My father had me study their entire family for years. He told me it would be beneficial some day because eventually, Mr. Storm will seek help from him with his children. Not in the sense of helping him raise them or something, but protecting them.

He was right after all.

Anyway, Sierra Storm must have some nerves when she can be married to this man. Not just since yesterday, but they've gotten married twenty years ago. I was barely able to speak when these news have been burnt right into my head from my father.

"I do want to get rid of him." Yeah, that's to be expected from him.

I just still don't understand why he looks at me like that. He knows I'm here to protect Alison, not to get her laid. Although I wouldn't mind—Yes I would mind. She's my client. I don't fool around with those.

The elevator stop at the eleventh floor, and once again, I just follow Alison and Mr. Storm like I want to die. At least that's what the lady at the front desk looks at me like when she sees me.

"We'll be right with you, dad!" Alison says, pushing her father forward so he would continue to walk, towards his office, I assume.

"We?" Mr. Storm says. "He can leave. He's not wanted here."