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

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 throat 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,