The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

I nearly crack into pieces on the spot.

Ross' eyes flicker in my direction again, and he smirks. "Thanks."

"Ross, are we getting a drink?" Redhead pulls on his arm. Her voice is sweet, laced with a heavy French accent, and she pronounces Ross – Woss, rolling his name around her tongue.

It sounds as sexy as she looks. I hate her.

Why do the French always sound sexy? So much sexier than my Spanish accent, the one that turns Ross on.

Fine, he wants to play games, well I'm up for that.

"Yeah, in a minute," Ross answers her sounding irritated.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your new friend, Ross?" Stuart asks.

Ross narrows a gaze at Stuart, who seems unfazed by the darts he's shooting him down with.

I don't think I want to know her name. It somehow makes her even more real if she has a name.

Ross glances back at redhead. "Um ... yeah, this is ... um."

She rolls her eyes at him. "I'm Juliette." She presses her small hand to her large chest.

Zzhuliette.

So not only is she beautiful, she has a beautiful name. Which, Ross either couldn't remember or hadn't even bothered to find out.

I don't even know if that should make me feel better or not.

"Zzhuliette," I hear myself saying in a really bad French accent.

Ross' eyes flicker to mine. Zzhuilette stares at me too.

Oh God.

"It's a really pretty name," I somehow recover. And I don't know if it's the booze or a mild hysteria setting in, but I say, in bad French again, "Ross and Zzhuilette. Has quiet a ring to it. Don't you agree?" I stare at Ross.

He shifts on his feet, looking at me like I've just grown another head.

I know Will's staring at me too, but in this moment I don't care.

Ross laughs, getting his cool composure back. "What have you been drinking, Laura?"

"Oh, just a few margarita's." I stare at him steady, shrugging, forcing the best smile I can muster up. "I'm just feeling happy. Looking on the brightside, you know. Will and Simone are here, it's all good, I'm happy, happy, happy!"

His eyes harden, burning into mine. "So what did you think of the show, Laur?"

Is he asking my professional opinion or asking me in my current state of anger with him? Honestly, I don't even know why he is asking. And hearing him say my name, it's like I'm hearing it for the first time.

How can this be the same man who made love to me all through the night. Told me how much he missed me for the years we'd been apart. The man who pleaded with me to never leave him.

"Laur?" Zzhuilette looks at me puzzled, with bitch in her eyes. "You're name is Laur?"

I've never wanted to slap someone as much as I do her now.

Take my guy – fine. Don't dis my name. Even though I just did yours a few moments ago – kind of.

"Laura," I explain. "My friends call me Laur for short."

"Ahh, I zee." She runs her fingernails through her hair seemingly bored now.

Obviously she has the attention span of a gnat.