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

happen. I spent my entire life taking care of my father who absurdly

drank himself into oblivion almost every night because he couldn’t get over my mother’s death. So,

it’s just second nature for me to help people.”

I wanted to look away from her, but I couldn’t. I wanted her to know that I was listening to every

heartbreaking word she spoke. I lightly smiled at her as I held up my glass and motioned for her to do

the same.

“Well, thank you for your help last night, and as mad as I was this morning to find you standing in

my kitchen, I do appreciate it.”

She smiled as our glasses touched one another. Damn that smile.

As we were sitting and continuing our conversation, my phone went off. I pulled it from my pocket

and there was a text from Kendall, another one of my casual flings.

“Connor, I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving the door unlocked, so just come in and head

straight to the bedroom. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Shit, I forgot all about Kendall and tonight. We’d arranged this last week. I sighed as I looked at

Ellery. She asked me if everything was alright.

“Everything’s fine; it’s just business,” I said as I put my phone back in my pocket.

After we ate and finished our wine, we got up and headed out of the restaurant. As soon as we

stepped outside, Ellery asked me if I wanted ice cream. I looked at her with a puzzling look because I

thought it was odd she would just blurt that out.

“No, I don’t want any ice cream. I’m taking you home and then I have somewhere I have to be,” I

said.

She kept insisting that we go for ice cream, and to be honest, I was beginning to get irritated

because I didn’t want any.

“Miss Lane, I don’t want any ice cream, now get in the car so Denny can take you home.” My tone

was adamant, but she wasn’t listening to me, and I wasn’t used to that.

Before I knew it, she turned her back and started walking down the street. She put her hand up and

waved.

“Thanks again for dinner, Mr. Black. I’ll see you around sometime.”

I stood there and watched her walk away. What the fuck is this girl’s problem? Why the hell

doesn’t she listen?

“Miss Lane, get back here!” I yelled.

She kept walking, so I hastened my pace to catch up to her. “Miss Lane, I will not tell you again to

get in the car,” I said in an adamant tone.

I think I pissed her off because she abruptly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, turned around,

and pointed her finger at me.

“I don’t take orders from anybody, Mr. Black, especially people that I’ve only known less than 24

hours. I’m not your responsibility. You thanked me for my help with a nice dinner, and now it’s time

for us to part ways. I’m going to get some ice cream, and then I’ll call a cab to drive me home.”

Wow, this girl doesn’t take shit from anyone. She continued walking away from me. I took out my

phone and called Denny.

“It looks like we’re getting ice cream. I’ll call you when we’re leaving.”

She told me that I didn’t have to come if I didn’t like ice cream. I tried to explain to her it wasn’t

that I didn’t like it, but I just didn’t want any. It didn’t matter because Ellery Lane was getting ice

cream with or without me. I think that I’ve just met my match.

We continued walking down the street, and I tried to explain to her that it wasn’t safe for a

beautiful young woman to be walking the streets of New York alone at night. I noticed her smile when

I called her beautiful. It made my heart do something weird which I can’t explain because I’ve never

felt anything like it before.

We sat down at a small table in the ice cream shop, and she asked me when the last time I had ice

cream was. I found that odd, and why was it important to her?

“I don’t know; since I was a kid, I guess,” I answered.

“Are you kidding me? You haven’t had ice cream since you were a kid?”

“No, is that a problem?”

“No, I’m just surprised,” she said.

“I think you’d find a lot of things surprising about me,” I grinned.

I didn’t want her to know how I live my life. She was a nice girl, and she didn’t need to know

about all the women I see. She didn’t need to be exposed to that.

“So, where are you going later?” She asked out of the clear blue.

“Miss Lane, I don’t think you really want to know the answer to that,” I said as I raised my

eyebrow.

As we were finishing our ice cream, I called Denny to come pick us up. I went to open the car door

for her, but Denny beat me to it, and Ellery seemed very pleased he did. I slid into the seat next to her

as she looked at me and lightly smiled. She seemed to be either nervous or uncomfortable as she

didn’t say a