Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

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