Forever You Read online

  Forever You

  Sandi Lynn

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to my husband for all the endless and countless hours I spent writing this book. I want to

  thank you for doing the laundry, cleaning up the house, and never complaining when I stopped cooking

  dinner. It’s been a tough road trying to get this book finished with working full-time and you stuck by

  me and helped out. Now that I work part-time, I promise I’ll cook more! Thank you for your love and

  support. I love you!

  To my 3 beautiful teenage girls who never thought their mom would become a USA Today Best

  Selling Author. There’s nothing you can’t do! Follow your dreams and make them happen! I’ll be with

  you every step of the way. I love you girls!

  To my editor Lucy! A huge thank you for all your help and hard work in making this book possible

  for release. I never could have done it without you! Big hugs and kisses! I look forward to working

  with you on Forever Us and all my future books. You rock girlfriend!

  To a few of my author friends who have been there for me and have given me help and great advice

  along my journey of becoming an author: Beth Rinyu, Dawn Martens, Aleatha Romig, Soaching Molly

  Moose, and Adriane Leigh. Thank you again for all your help! It’s a pleasure knowing each and every

  one of you!

  I dedicate this book to my Mom

  Table Of Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Forever Us

  To My Readers

  Forever You Playlist

  Prologue

  I met Amanda through a friend. I was 18 years old, and she had just turned 17. She was a cute girl

  with long brown hair, a nice curvy body, and tits that were to die for. I could tell she liked me right

  from the start. We were at a party the night we met, and we sat near the bonfire. Amanda and I bonded

  that night, and I had also learned of her twin sister named Ashlyn. We talked for what seemed like

  hours about our families, goals, and dreams. I took her home, and we exchanged phone numbers.

  Little did I know, this new relationship would change my life forever.

  We went out at least three times a week, usually on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. When I

  wasn’t busy working with my father over at Black Enterprises, I would occasionally stop by

  Amanda’s house during the week and spend a couple of hours with her. Things started out great for

  us. I really liked Amanda. The sex was great and there was a lot of it. Everything was good until I

  started talking about going away to college. She would freak out and make me promise her to call her

  every day and that I wouldn’t look at other girls. Every time I would try to go out with my friends, she

  would get upset and start to cry. She accused me of not wanting to spend time with her and that I put

  others before her. I tried to explain that I wanted to see my friends every once in a while and that it’s

  not healthy spending every waking moment together. Amanda disagreed and frequently accused me of

  cheating on her if I didn’t answer her calls right away.

  I felt as though I was being suffocated. I couldn’t have any time to myself, and her behavior was

  erratic. She told me every day how much she loved me and that she could never live without me. She

  said we’d be together forever and that nothing would ever separate us. I didn’t love Amanda. I liked

  her, but I wasn’t in love with her. I wasn’t even sure what love was. The day I tried to end the

  relationship, Amanda told me that she might be pregnant. A million horrible thoughts ran through my

  mind, and I couldn’t see myself being tied to this girl for the rest of my life. Luckily, the pregnancy

  turned out to be a lie. I had a long talk with her sister Ashlyn; she told me that Amanda was fine and

  that I just needed to be patient with her.

  I finally reached the breaking point one day when I went to dinner with a group of friends. Amanda

  found me and caused a scene in the middle of the restaurant. I took her outside to try and calm her

  down, but nothing worked. I didn’t have feelings for her anymore, and I could barely stand to look at

  her. I broke up with her. I had told her that I’d had enough, that it was over between us, and to never

  call me again. I left her standing on the street crying. I had no choice; she was crazy, and she needed

  help.

  I received a call from Amanda two days later; she wanted me to come over to talk. As far as I was

  concerned, there was nothing to talk about. I broke up with her, and I didn’t want to discuss it

  anymore. She cried and begged me to come over. She said that she had one last thing to talk to me

  about, and then she would accept that we were over. She told me to wait about an hour because she

  wasn’t home yet. An hour had passed when I pulled up in her driveway. I knocked on the door, but

  there was no answer. I knew she was home because her car was in the driveway. Noticing the door

  was unlocked, I pushed it opened, walked in, and looked around. I called her name, but didn’t get a

  response. I slowly walked up the stairs and stopped in front of her closed bedroom door. I put my

  hand on the knob and slowly turned it as I pushed the door open. I gasped at the sight that was before

  me, Amanda lying on the floor in a pool of blood, and a razor blade lying next to her. I ran over and

  put my arms under her. “Why did you do it Amanda? Why?” I sobbed as I held her lifeless body in my

  arms, covered in blood and shaking, as the tears wouldn’t stop pouring from my eyes. My heart was

  racing, and my body went numb. Suddenly, I saw a shadow in the doorway. I looked up as Ashlyn

  knelt down beside me and stared at her twin sister.

  “Amanda, how could you do this to me?!” she screamed at her. “We had so many plans. We were

  going to backpack in Europe together,” Ashlyn cried as she hovered over Amanda’s body and shook

  her by her shoulders. I pushed her away and yelled at her to stop.

  Ashlyn slowly got up from the floor and walked over to the dresser where she found a letter from

  Amanda. She picked up the piece of paper and looked at me with uneasiness in her eyes. I slowly

  released Amanda, stood up, and walked over to Ashlyn where I took the piece of paper from her.

  Connor,

  You are the love of my life. I’ve never felt this way before about someone. You gave me hope. A

  hope I needed to get through life. When we’re apart, I’m empty inside and lonely. I thought you

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; were the one who was going to save me from myself. I love you more than life itself, but if I can’t

  have you, and we can’t be together, then I no longer want to live this life. I’m sorry it has to be

  this way, but you have no one to blame but yourself. I couldn’t go on without you in my life. Please

  tell Ashlyn I love her and that I’m sorry.

  Amanda

  I stood there with the note in my hand while Ashlyn sobbed. I walked over to comfort her as she

  held up her finger and spoke to me in a harsh tone.

  “It’s all your fault that my sister’s dead. All you had to do was love her and she’d still be here!”

  That day changed my life forever.

  Chapter 1

  My eyes flew open. My heart was rapidly beating with fear. My bed sheets were soaked as I was

  drenched in sweat from the nightmare that constantly plagued my nights. I looked over at the clock

  sitting on the nightstand, and it was exactly 3:00 am. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I

  had a hard time catching my breath as I leaned over the sink and then looked at myself in the mirror. I

  turned on the cold water and splashed my face, taking in a deep breath and closing my eyes.

  I never told anyone why Amanda killed herself. I’ve kept this secret buried within me for the past

  twelve years. The only other person who knew was her sister, Ashlyn. She promised that she

  wouldn’t speak of it because she didn’t want people to think her sister would harm herself over a guy.

  I rubbed my face as I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. I picked up my cell phone from the

  night stand and saw a text message from Ashlyn.

  “Connor, thank you for tonight. As usual, you completely satisfied me. I look forward to seeing

  you again for another round of tantalizing sex!”

  I sighed and placed the phone back on the nightstand. I got up, put on my running clothes, and

  headed out the door for a run. Running always cleared my head, especially after having the

  nightmares. I ended up running four miles in Central Park. Once my head was clear and I could think

  straight, I made a mental note to call Dr. Peters. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and I think it’s

  time that I start going back for some therapy sessions. I took out my cell phone, thumbed through my

  contacts, and decided to text Sarah.

  “I need a stress release. Are you up for it?”

  “Hi to you too, Connor. Do you realize its 5:15 am? Sure, I’m game.”

  “Good, meet me at the penthouse in 30 minutes.”

  “I can be there in 10.”

  “No, I said 30. I need to shower first.”

  “Yum, Connor, can I join you?”

  “No thanks, I’d rather shower alone. 30 minutes, and don’t be late.”

  I met Sarah through a business associate. Being newly divorced, she was more than willing to have

  casual sex with no strings attached.

  I ran back to the penthouse and hopped in the shower to wash the sweat from my body before I

  fucked her. I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist. I walked into the

  bedroom, and she was already lying on the bed ready and waiting for me.

  “Drop that towel and get over here before I change my mind,” she smiled.

  I dropped the towel on the floor and walked towards the bed. “I promise you aren’t going

  anywhere until I’ve fucked you every which way, Sarah.”

  “Now that’s one promise that I know you can keep,” she grinned.

  Rough sex is all I know. It’s all these women want, and who am I to complain? Keeping it quick

  and rough is the best stress relief for me, especially after a long hard day at the office or whenever the

  occasion arises.

  “Thanks, you may leave now,” I told her.

  “Connor, it’s 6:30 am, so how about some coffee together before I go?”

  I walked over to her as she was lying on the bed with only the sheet covering her naked body. I

  looked into her brown eyes.

  “You know the rules, Sarah, now get dressed and go. I have to take a quick shower and head to the

  office.”

  She got up from the bed. “Whatever, Connor, it’s just coffee for fuck sake. Oh, and another thing,

  I’m going out of town for a couple of weeks, so don’t bother calling me for another stress relief.”

  ***

  Some people often say that I’m too young to be the CEO of Black Enterprises and that the pressures

  and demands will ultimately destroy me. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve already been destroyed

  emotionally.

  Black Enterprises is my company and my sole purpose in life. It’s all I have, and it’s all I want.

  Sure, I date a lot of women. What millionaire CEO wouldn’t? The only relationships I believe in are

  the sexual ones with no strings attached. The last thing I need in my life is some woman tying me

  down and suffocating me. With that being said, I’ve composed a list of rules for the women I see.

  No sleepovers. Once our sexual encounter is over, you must get dressed and leave

  immediately. There are no exceptions.

  No strings attached. There will never be anything more than just physical sex.

  No calling or texting. If I want to see you again, I will contact you.

  When in my presence, you will act and behave like a woman. I don’t tolerate childish

  behavior.

  No threesomes. I like my women one at a time. No exceptions.

  No condoms. I get checked once a month, and I’ve had a vasectomy. I expect the women I’m

  with to be clean as well. Proof may be required.

  Date night will only consist of dinner and sex; nothing more, nothing less. There will be no

  hand holding, walks, carriage rides, or movies. No exceptions.

  I give this list out to women before dinner to ensure that they are fully aware of my expectations. If

  a woman has a problem with any one of the rules, they are free to leave. Women are nothing but

  sexual creatures to me. I’ve never been in love, and I never will be. The person who decided my fate

  to become this way had killed herself because I couldn’t love her, and I can never let that happen

  again. I have a group of women that I see on a regular basis. Ashlyn is one of those women. I started

  seeing her about a year ago when she showed up at my office, broke and with nowhere to go. I sat at

  my desk and stared at the door, remembering that day.

  “Mr. Black, there’s someone here to see you,” Valerie spoke over the intercom. “She says it’s

  important and that you know her.”

  I sighed. I didn’t have time for unannounced visitors who think they can just come to my office and

  demand to see me.

  “I’m very busy, Valerie. Tell whomever it is that they’ll need to make an appointment. I don’t have

  time right now.”

  Suddenly, the door flew open as I looked up from my computer and nearly stopped breathing.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Black. I tried to stop her,” Valerie spoke.

  “It’s alright, Valerie. Please shut the door.”

  “Hello, Connor. It’s good to see you again; it’s been way too long,” the tall woman spoke.

  “Ashlyn, what the hell are you doing here?” my voice angered.

  She walked further into my office and made herself comfortable in the plush chair that sat across

  from my desk.

  “Is that any way to talk to a friend that you haven’t seen in ten years?”

  “Cut the bullshit, Ashlyn, and answer the fucking question.”

  She cleared her thro
at and shifted in her chair. “I’m in a bit of a situation, Connor, and I was

  wondering if you could help me?”

  I sat down in my chair and glared at her. She really hadn’t changed too much in the past ten years.

  Her black, straight hair was the same, and her dark brown eyes still displayed the same sadness as

  they did all those years ago. I folded my hands in front of me.

  “What do you want, Ashlyn?”

  “I’m completely broke. I was kicked out of my apartment, and I don’t know what else to do. I guess

  you can consider me homeless,” she said as she took in a deep breath.

  “What about your parents? Why aren’t you going to them?”

  “They told me that I’m a disgrace to the family and that I need to get my act together. They’ve

  helped me countless times, and they refuse to do it again.”

  I got up from my seat, walked over to where Ashlyn was sitting, and leaned up against the desk,

  trying to figure out why she came to see me.

  “Why me, Ashlyn? We haven’t seen or spoken to each other in ten years.”

  At that moment, before she could answer, Valerie buzzed in and told me my meeting was about to

  start.

  “I’m sorry, Ashlyn. I have a meeting, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you. So, if you’ll

  excuse me, I have to leave.”

  She got up from her chair in a huff, grabbed her purse, and started towards the door. She abruptly

  turned around.

  “You owe me, Connor Black. My life is a clusterfuck because of you. My sister committed suicide

  because of you, and it ruined my life. I miss Amanda so much, and she would still be here if it wasn’t

  for you!” she yelled.

  I stood there, unable to speak, as everything Ashlyn just said was true. She turned away and walked

  to the door.

  “Wait,” I said. “I’ll take you to dinner tonight where we can discuss this further. Maybe I can help

  you. I’ll have my driver pick you up at 7:00 pm. Where are you staying?”

  “I’m not staying anywhere. I just told you I was broke, and I sure as hell don’t have enough money

  for a hotel.”

  I walked to the door and opened it, motioning for Ashlyn to step out.

  “Valerie, please book a room at the Marriott Downtown for Miss Johnson and have it billed to the

  company.” Valerie nodded and picked up the phone.

  “Thank you, Connor, I knew I could count on you,” she smiled.

  “My driver will pick you up at 7:00 pm sharp.”