Greatest Pleasure

two - hills

Stormi's pov

I re-tie my apron and checked my hair in the mirror. My braided bun is perfect above my head and the little makeup I put on this morning still looks perfect. I check my uniform and reapplied my deodorant and perfume.

I smile at the heart necklace wrapped around my neck. I remember the perfect little boy that gave me the necklace so many years ago. One would think that I would of taken it off or lost it but I wear it everyday even though it's grown old from many years of being worn.

My mind wonders to him every now and then. I wonder where he's at or what he is doing.

Does he ever think of me?

I smile at myself in the mirror at that thought. Of course he doesn't think of me anymore. I am a forgotten memory from sixteen years ago.

I've changed drastically since he last seen me. I've grown taller, only 5'2 but taller than my 3'1 in first grade. My blue eyes have darkened a shade and my hair is a light brown. My flat chest is now a 38C of annoying lumps. I'm still skinny and I've grown a little rump in my jeans. It's not anywhere near the Kardashians-Jenner clan but it's pretty good. A grapefruit ass.

My lips have also grown into a decent size. I absolutely love my lips. They scream, 'Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me'.

But in reality, I haven't been kissed besides once....in the first grade.

I had plenty of opportunities but none of them could catch my attention long enough. Maybe because I keep reminiscing about that little boy that stolen my heart.

Once in English class, my teacher talked about Greek Mythology and one quote has stuck with me forever.

"According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves."

I feel like that was Kaden and I. It's stupid, I know. I know how stupid it is to wait around for someone who has forgotten about you but when I think or feel that way, his promise comes into my mind.

"I promise to be yours forever Princessa." He said so confidently. It had so much promise behind the words.

Again, really stupid to believe a six year old that you'd be his forever and ever.

I remember four years ago, I saw him. I was walking down the street near downtown in New York and I saw him laughing with a few men. I knew it was him because he's the only boy I have ever met that has sapphire royal blue eyes with the deepest dimples on each cheek. Even when he talks, his dimples show.

He was wearing a black suit with gold cufflinks. His hair is the same cut as it was way back then. He's over six foot now, fit and lean. I found it strange he put on sunglasses when it was snowing but then I saw all the 'fan girls' and I knew why.

I rushed across the busy streets of New York, three days before Christmas, I searched for him. I search frantically. After searching the streets and shops for forever, I stood on top of a bench and yelled his name several times. Over and over. And over again. Several hundred times.

But he wasn't around...he left. Or he just ignored me.

He probably thought I was another  weird fan bitch yelling his name...

I googled him all over different social medias but came up with nothing until a paper came out a few weeks ago  and said that he became one of the richest men in the world. He owns several business, restaurants, casinos, even a bank.