Loving Steele (First book in Rivers series)

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Storm's POV:

I sighed getting off the bus and walking to the bar. It was the last week of school and I just got back the book I wrote for the contest. I was rejected because the only reason I was able to apply was because of my 'Callaway' last name.

My 'father' officially disowned me so I had no last name. I was Storm Jennifer. That's it.

I opened the back door to the bar and walked in going to Ace's office now. Blake was off with Sylvia so Brandon and Keith were the only ones there.

Along with my mother and father...

"Hi baby." My mom said cupping my face and kissing my forehead. I smiled happily at her familiar touch.

"Hi mom." I said and she smoothed down my hair.

"Ace showed us your prom pictures. You looked stunning."

"Yea, good job...princess?" Stephen said awkwardly and I laughed.

"I'm not nine." I said and he shrugged going to sit back down.

"I tried." He joked. I put down the binder of paper.

"What is this?" My mother asked.

"The book I wrote. My teacher was sure I would have won a publishing contract but they rejected it." I said sadly.

"Why?" She asked angrily. My mom was very defensive of me.

"Mark stripped me of my last name. I am officially just Storm Jennifer." I said and she narrowed her eyes.

"How the hell did he do that? I thought he was broke?" Stephen asked.

"He has his ways of getting money." My mom sighed.

"Yet not enough to pay me?" Ace piped in.

"You can take our last name." My mother said.

"Which is?" I asked.

"O'Reilly." Stephen said.

"Or you can take my last name. But I use your fathers." My mom offered.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Kenway."

"Kate Kenway?" I asked.

"That doesn't sound very aboriginal." I noted and she laughed.

"Honey, you don't have to have a last name like wind God or something to be aboriginal." She chuckled.

"Storm Jennifer Kenway..."I murmured.

"Storm Jennifer O'Reilly..." My mom said looking away.

"Kenway suits you. You are a Kenway." She said rubbing my upper arms.

"Now your father and I are taking you out for dinner, okay?" She asked.

"I'd like that." I smiled walking out of the room with her.

Ace's POV:

I flipped through the many pages as Storm walked out with her parents. She completely forgot about her book...

"I'm going to get this published for her." I declared to Keith and Brandon.

"Is it any good?" Brandon asked.

"We will find out." I smirked picking up my phone.

"Davey!" I said when the phone picked up.

"Ace, darling. What can I do for you?" He asked happily.

"Get a hold of Carl Lewis, I need to speak to him."

"A publisher?" He asked confused.

"It's for Storm." I said.

"Oh I see. I'll make sure he gets his small ass down here in an hour." He assured.

"Thanks Davey." I said.

"No problem, Hun." I hung up and smiled happily leaning back.

"You know Davey wants you to bend him over a table right?" Brandon said bluntly. Keith frowned at his outburst and I laughed.

"I know, he knows I'm not gay though and he likes Storm. He is a good guy." I said honestly.

"How the fuck did you get a girl as great as Storm?" Brandon asked.

"It's called not being a pervert?" Keith suggested.

"This guy is a bigger pervert than me!" Brandon exclaimed.

"He does have a point you gotta be nice to women. A little dominant and a little nice." I smiled and he frowned.

"Or in your case find a woman who has a big enough pussy to hold your dick." Keith said and I couldn't hold on my laugh.

"Poor kid, it's a blessing and a curse to have a dick as big as yours." I laughed.

"Oh fuck off Ace and I'm older than you." He said.

"No but seriously Brandon don't lie...The last time you had sex was?" Keith led on and Brandon got uncomfortable.

"A long time." He admitted.

"Hand jobs and blow jobs ain't enough, eh?" Keith said patting his shoulder.

"That's not funny, I haven't been inside a girl in almost two years!" He exclaimed and I cringed.

"Every girl is like how about a blow job instead? And that still only goes about half way." He said.

"Well then you can't even have Storm then." I said lightly spinning in the chair.

"She's tight isn't she?" He asked. I grinned nodding and he groaned.

"Fuck me man," He said getting up to get the door that someone was knocking on. A nervous Carl Lewis came in.

"David said you needed me." He squeaked and I smiled nodding.

"Mr. Lewis! Have a seat." I said and he sat down looking around.

"I need a favour." I said.

"Oh boy." He sighed uneasily and I chuckled.

"No, I need you to get this published." I said laying down Storm's binder.

"You did this?" He asked.

"My girlfriend did it. She is a talented writer but they rejected her entry due to issues with her wealthy father." I said and he nodded.

"Do you mind if I take it? I will read it and give you a call tonight?" He suggested.

"Perfect, thanks Carl." I said standing up and shaking his hand.

"No problem. I will call you later." He said leaving swiftly. He shut the door and I smiled.

"Piece of cake." I said and Brandon laughed.

"He looked like he was going to shit his pants."