Ayasha had called day and night obsessively and Storm knew he couldn't avoid her much longer. It was over two weeks since he left Salina in that hotel room. Over two weeks of him sleeping only from sheer exhaustion, either from working out, riding until every cell in his body hurt or working until his eyes burnt. He had not spoken to any of his friends and when he did, his conversations were about a minute or less. But he stayed away from Ayasha because he was afraid. Afraid of the questions she would ask that he didn't want to answer.
He looked out the window into his backyard. The sunlight reflected off the pool but it held no comparison to the beautiful ocean water, he and Salina had looked out at on the balcony of her hotel room. They never returned to his beach house. He was debating on whether to take her to either the beach house or Paris for her birthday or Christmas, but knowing her, she would have preferred the beach house.
He thought back to her birthday, the day she inherited everything. She seemed different, aloof but far more alert than she had been before. He was genuinely surprised at the ease in which she and Norma worked together. They seemed very much in harmony. He had spoken with Norma since that day and she explained that it was Dara who asked her a while ago to represent someone when the time came, and when it came it was Salina. The request has come from Henry which Dara carried out for him.
Norma promised she would keep him abreast of Salina's moves in an effort to further protect her if she was in danger. However, she knew nothing of what got Salina scared during and after the meeting. She wasn't versed in Salina's various looks to know the look of panic or fear which appeared so fleetingly during the meeting but was in full force afterwards when she met with Madelyn. Madelyn still insisted everything was fine but he could not shake the feeling that something was off. It was as if she had seen a ghost. Chun and the person who sat next to him had a connection to her past. He needed to know what it was so he could protect her. Storm took a deep breath. He was caught in the bed of lies that surrounded her and he could only follow the orders left to him. Wishing he didn't know was no longer an available option.
His phone rang. It was Mike but he forwarded the call to voicemail. They finally caught Rhonda, Katie and Paul. It was Paul who shot the homeowner and Katie and Rhonda both gave statements against him for a deal on their sentences. Rhonda sent messages asking him to represent her but he didn't reply but when Katie tried to implicate Salina he contacted Norma who with his help had her brought up on more charges for other crimes that were being overlooked.
His phone rang again. This time it was Collin and once again, he sent the call to voicemail. Collin didn't leave a message but sent a text message instead.
'Dinner at my house tonight. No excuses. Show up! That's now an order.'
He sighed. This was Ayasha's doing. He couldn't avoid her forever.
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"You've been avoiding me!" Ayasha immediately accused when she answered the door.
"Well hello to you too Yashy. How's the baby?" Storm asked bending to kiss her on the cheek.
"You're not forgiven. You look terrible. Are you resting? No you're not I can see it on you. Did you get bigger? You're over doing your workouts aren't you? Is this how you're dealing with the situation?"
"Can I at least come in?"
"Fine, if you must."
"You invited me," he chuckled.
"Storm get in here. Ayasha, you said you weren't going to speak to him," Collin stated as he placed the chicken in the middle of the table.
"That was before I saw him," Ayasha responded in a huff before waddling towards the dining room.
"You weren't going to speak to me? Was that before or after you decided to make my favourite bake chicken?" Storm asked smirking at her.
"I wasn't making it for you. I was craving it."
"Yes, you were craving a menu you spent more than two days deciding what to make that will make him happy," interjected Collin.
Ayasha looked at him sternly. "Blabber mouth. Don't you have work tonight?"
"Every other night, it's why do I have work," Collin said to Storm. "Sit, I'm going to get the beers. We'll both need them."
Storm laughed while Ayasha scowled at them both.
"How much do you weigh now?" Storm asked teasingly.
Ayasha looked back at him scowling again. "I'm the same weight I was before I got pregnant."
"I thought the changing hormones make your mood swing frequently. I didn't know it made pregnant women delusional. Should we look into changing your doctor?"
"Do you want to leave? You just got here and you can't take anything with you."
Just then the door opened and Iris came in. "You're alive," she greeted Storm. "You're waddling," she greeted Ayasha, "and where's the other one?" she asked just as Collin come through the door with the beers in his hands.
"Hey there," Collin greeted.
"Beers already?" Iris asked.
"Your bff. We'll need them. Do you want one?" asked Collin.
She saw the look on Storm's and Ayasha's face and decided that she did. "Yep!"
Dinner was a somewhat lively affair with everyone deliberately staying on light subjects. No one wanted to address the topic that was on everyone's mind. Storm wondered how much longer Ayasha could hold out.
Ayasha was ordered to sit since she was so close to her due date while Storm deliberately helped Colin clear the table so he could keep avoiding her.
"You can't keep avoiding her you know," Collin said as he took the salad bowl from Storm.
"Yeah, I know. I just don't know what to say to her since she really liked Sal...lina," Storm replied scraping the food into the garbage.
"By the way, what is her real name?"
"Salina Carter."
"Why did she have to get a different name, the full story if you don't mind. And that name fits her so much better."
"Yes, I agree. The short version; she was giving a new identity of sorts since she helped bring down a drug dealer and protect her until she received her inheritance."
"Wow, so the girl that everyone thought was poor is actually very wealthy."
"Yes, more than a few hundred million dollars."
Suddenly the door opened and both Ayasha and Iris come rushing in.
"Did I hear you correctly, Sally is worth a few hundred million dollars?" asked Iris.
"How much hundred million dollars?" asked Ayasha immediately. Storm looked on and folded his arms across his chest while Collin shook his head and took a sip of his beer.
"Well how much, more than one or two or three?" she asked impatiently.
"Tell them something or the nagging won't stop," taunted Collin who was curious himself but willing to wait for the information.
Ayasha scowled, "It's not nagging, it's information gathering."
"Don't you have dishes to do?" interjected Iris. She smiled sweetly at Storm. "You look tired, maybe you should sit for a while. Do you want me to get you something to drink?
Another beer perhaps?"
"I'm still working on this one thanks and I'm helping Collin with the dishes remember? Also, her name is Salina." Storm shook his head before returning to his task.
"Why did you end it with her?" Ayasha asked softly.
Storm stopped and took a deep breath. "I was wondering when you would get around to asking that question." He turned to face her. "I had to Ayasha..."
"But why? You obviously care about her..."
"Yes, I do but I...it had to end."
"Is she that much of a risk..."
"No, she's not at least not anything I can't afford to protect us all from."
"Then why Storm..."
"Ayasha, just leave it please," Storm pleaded.
However, Ayasha wouldn't let up. "You were happy with her, happier that I'd ever seen you with anyone. You even took her to the beach..."
"AYASHA!" Storm snapped. "Yes, I care about her." He sighed. "I want her trust. I need her trust and if she can't trust me, she can't love me. And I need it Ayasha. I need it because I'm in love with her. I'm in love with her." Storm paused before continuing, "I love her." He closed his eyes as he remembered what he had discovered and wondered how he could ask for her trust when he would have to lie to her.
Storm walked into his office in a daze. The weekend had been a blur, one that he wanted to both remember and forget. He was going to do neither. He could still see her; her smile, her eyes glazed over in ecstasy, feel her walls clamping all around him, holding him so perfectly tight. All her barriers were down. She had opened herself to him completely. She smiled and reached up to pull him down to her. Her kisses were the sweetest drug, like the purest honey. But he walked out of that hotel room knowing that he needed her trust. He stopped at the door and listened to her begin to cry and while he yelled at himself a thousand times, he couldn't go back. He was in-love with her and now he realized how much he wanted her love in return. She had to come to him.
After more than twenty minutes, he decided to go through the letters on this desk. One caught his eye. It was from his father's solicitors. Why would they send him a letter instead of calling? Storm dropped the letter on the desk and went to the window. He looked outside but then turned back to the letter sitting on top of the pile. Something was compelling him to open the letter so he did. Inside was a key to safety deposit box and a note from his father.
'Son, I trust and love you'.
Storm left the office immediately and went to the bank. In the safety deposit box was the medical file of Salina A. Carter, her real file. His hands began to tremble as he opened it but nothing could prepare him for what he saw. Pictures of Salina, bloody and beaten, her chest and head wrapped in bandages. He closed his eyes; blood was everywhere. He now knew what Madelyn and Dara saw, why they had protected her so. How she survived the beating was practically a miracle. He read the description of her injuries; concussion, head trauma, broken and cracked ribs, broken arm, raped. That word, he read over and over again. He turned the page and the description of a surgery to repair internal damages caused by a brutal rape; possibility of future childbirth uncertain, probability nil. The description of her psychological exam read: no memory; unconscious during assault due head trauma; memory possibly unrecoverable. Then he found a letter from his father.
'Storm, this is the last thing I will ask of you, Salina Carter doesn't know she was raped. She was too badly beaten and it was unsure if she would live. Henry had her placed in a coma while things were done to guarantee her safety. Henry and I are asking you to keep this secret from her. She has suffered so much already.'
Storm closed his eyes. She was being so careful not get pregnant while in school when all the while she couldn't get pregnant because of the damages they tried to repair. He thought about the family he wanted with her and how it was now an impossibility. But he would do as his father and godfather asked because he loved her. He would do it even though he wanted her trust and love.
Storm turned back to look at Ayasha. He looked over to Collin, "Thanks for...I have to go." He walked by Ayasha and stopped. He cupped her cheek before giving her a weak smile and then bending to kiss her goodbye. "Take care of yourself and the baby." He walked away and stopped to give Iris a kiss also. "Take care of her and call me."
"I will," said Iris as she smiled weakly at him and squeezed his arm in reassurance. "I'm here if you want a sarcastic point of view."
