𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

17 || GOOD GIRL

𝕦𝕟𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕖 – 𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕠
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | GOOD GIRL
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Storm was hesitant to bring Sophia to the old lady but he couldn't say no to her when that was the only thing she wanted that he could grant her. He didn't like seeing her with the woman, however—the woman who'd knowingly watched as Sophia got fucking assaulted and did nothing.

His hands had been itching to kill the old hag for a while and it was rare that he held himself from killing someone. Storm has never felt like that. He'd never felt the pain of wanting to kill someone and being capable and able to do so but withholding. It was aggravating.

It only made it more aggravating knowing that the only reason he withheld himself was because of Sophia's sentimental feelings. It was nauseating really.

Storm especially wanted to vomit when the older woman teared up and smiled once she saw Sophia's teary self. "Moye ditya." My child.

Yuck.

Sophia started tearing up, tears streaming down her face as she bit her lower lip so hard that she managed to draw blood from it in an attempt to keep herself from sobbing. "Babulya." Grandma.

Storm rolled his eyes. He didn't believe that she knew the woman. After all, how could she? Everyone knew that Anastasia hated Olga. If Dara wasn't allowed to see his grandmother, it should've been the same with Sophia.

"I missed you so much!" Sophia cried out, throwing her arms around the traitor and crying against her shoulder like a toddler.

Perhaps, Storm was wrong then. She did remember her, it seemed.

Olga started crying loudly, stroking Sophia's hair in an attempt to calm the echoing sobs from the little stalker. Storm had never seen the woman cry, let alone sob. She hadn't even cried at her own daughter's funeral. So it came as a bit of a surprise to him to see that the woman had emotions, after all.

"Sophia," Storm warned. He'd told her not to cry. That had been the specific orders he'd gotten from the doctor. Storm could explain one heart attack but not two.

Sophia pulled back and nodded. She muttered a little apology as she wiped her tears and tried to take a few deep breaths. That, however, proved to be difficult from how much her lips shook. It was as though her lips had decided to permanently settle into a cute pout.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Storm sighed and rolled his eyes before leaving the room to let the two be. His life had become a mess since Sophia barged into it. He was so busy that some days he went without having any sex at all which was quite the change for the sexually charged sex addict.

Some days, he wanked two out every day if not a dozen. His wrist had started to chronically hurt and the little girl wasn't making it better. Like the other day when she had asked him to clasp her bra together before making it a habit. Something about her finger still aching despite it no longer being broken.

Storm knew she was simply trying to manipulate him, trying to get into his head to fulfil whatever silly little plans she'd conjured up in her mind. Storm went along with it, however, quickly growing addicted to the feeling of her silky smooth skin. His fascination only grew when he caught her shuddering under his touch, seeming to enjoy it as much as he did if not more.

Despite her attempts to make him warm up to her, he still viewed her as a guest. But her company had admittedly started to grow on him and he'd started to enjoy her presence. Not Sophia but her presence. Her occasional feminine giggle was music to his ears; a nice change of pace from his otherwise silent apartment.