Loving Steele (First book in Rivers series)

Chapter 53

AN: so over the past three chapters it is dated for like March and April, I skipped a few months because I want to focus on Storm's prom and her graduation.

Chapter 53

Storm's POV:

"Lovely..." I sighed flipping through the prom forms in my hand.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia asked.

"Well, prom is on your birthday-." I began and she cut me off.

"I'm coming." She assured.

"I don't think you can." I said and she smiled.

"Of course I can, Brandon can convince your principal to let me come." She smiled.

"And I don't think you can come." I said to Ace.

"Why?" He asked.

"The limit for a guest is age twenty-one, that night you will be twenty-four." I said and he shrugged.

"Princess." He said placing a hand on my thigh.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes I do, daddy." I teased and Sylvia laughed.

"I still can't believe you make the poor girl call you daddy." She laughed and I smiled.

"I like it." He shrugged.

"Anyways, I can make your principal cry and kiss my ass in two minutes. I am coming. I'm not letting you run off with some pubescent freak like that fat kid."

"Goldberg?" I laughed.

"The fat kid who plays football." He stated.

"Yea that's Goldie." I smiled.

"How much money do you need for your dress?" Ace asked as we got out of his car.

"I don't know..." I laughed rubbing my forehead.

"How do you not know? Storm prom is in two weeks." Sylvia noted and I frowned.

"Prom is prom." I shrugged and Ace stopped.

"Sylvia tell Blake I will be back later." He called and I turned back and raised an eyebrow.

"Ace you have to worry about Richie. Not prom." I said and he shook his head.

"No I have to worry about my beautiful girlfriend. Not Richie. Blake and Brandon are still tracking him."

"You want to go dress shopping?" I asked him and he nodded.

"Of course. Now let's go." He ordered getting back in. I turned back to a smiling Sylvia and she gently pushed me.

"Go, have fun. Fuck in a store change room." She joked and I rolled my eyes.

"Thank you, Sylvia." I said sarcastically and she disappeared behind the door. I got in on the passenger side as Ace pulled out of the parking lot.

"Why are you so in to this?" I asked gesturing to the prom form and he smirked.

"The last thing I want to do is take away your chance to have a somewhat normal senior year." He said.

"Ace my boyfriend is a badass-Mafia-soon-to-be-boss, my original dad is not my dad, my real dad hit on me and my mom is a super Mafia-aboriginal-power -woman...my life can't get normal after that." I laughed.

"Come on, it's the average life." He teased rolling up his sleeve to scratch his gauged arm.

"What happened there?" I asked curiously. He quickly pulled it back down.

"It's nothing." He assured. I stared at him oddly before turning back to the road.

"We better not take long." I said.

"We will take all day until we find the perfect dress." He joked in a girly voice. I laughed shaking my head as he took y hand in his.

"Loosen up, doll face. Be a girl, go to the mall and blow all my money. I have too much anyways." He said kissing my knuckles.

"Blow all your money?" I asked.

"Storm, I'm twenty-three and I have a fucking Lamborghini and a bachelor pad worth over a million dollars. I have too much money and no one to spend it on."

"So you want me to be a gold digger?" I teased.

"No I want you to buy some fucking sexy lingerie for once to make me happy." He said and I laughed leaning my head back.

"Are we going to Victoria Secret?" I asked.

"Of course I was also thinking about the Aren't we Naughty store." He shrugged and I blushed.

"Ace there is a difference between sexy lingerie and a sex toy store." I said.

"There is this thing called sex furniture. Furniture that gives you new sex positions. I'm buying some." He grinned.

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"No you're not."

"Storm, it is my house. I am buying it." He assured and I rolled my eyes.

"Honestly you are like some sexed up crazed teen." I sighed.

"No, I don't watch porn when I have the real thing." He smirked looking me up and down and licking his lips.

"You are a sex addict."

"I am just a man who loves fucking his girlfriend until she is sore the next morning."