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

drinks and asked us if we were ready to order. I closed the menu, and Ellery

looked at her, biting down on her lip. It was then that it hit me, she didn’t like seafood. I looked at the

waitress and asked her to please give us a moment. I was in disbelief that she agreed to have dinner

here.

“You don’t like seafood, do you?” I asked.

She looked at me and shook her head while biting her bottom lip.

“Why didn’t you say something?” I said as I ran my hands through my hair.

“Well, I wanted you to have what you wanted.” She said innocently.

I sat there and stared at her. I tried to think of why she would agree to come here for seafood when

she didn’t like it. It’s because she was a kind and generous woman who thought of other people first. I

remembered the times she showed me new experiences, so I decided I was going to be the one to

show her something new this time around.

“I’m going to order for us,” I smiled as I waved for the waitress to come back. “We will start with

an order of calamari, crab legs, and a lobster tail for each of us. Also, please throw in an order of

broiled scallops.”

The waitress looked at Ellery as she managed a slight smile. I crossed my hands and placed my

elbows on the table, leaning forward so I was closer to her.

“Remember the times when you made me eat things; the pizza, hot dog, and let’s not forget the use

of the chopsticks?”

“Yes, I do, and I’m fine with everything you ordered,” she said.

“We’ll see about that,” I smirked.

She leaned over the table, “You’re a vicious man, Connor Black.”

“Not as vicious as you are, darling,” I whispered.

Just as Ellery leaned back in her seat, the waitress came over and set the calamari in the center of

the table. Quickly, Ellery took out her phone and placed it on her lap. She was looking down at it and

typing something. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You Googled ‘calamari’ didn’t you?” I asked.

She nodded her head as she took a sip of her coke, and I could see the fear in her eyes. I felt really

bad for what I did. I stopped laughing and looked at her intently.

“You don’t have to eat it, I’m sorry,” I said.

She told me it was ok and that she was going to try it. She took a piece of calamari with her fork

and looked at it. She took a bite and started to make the most adorable faces. I reached in my pocket

and pulled out my phone. This is a moment that I didn’t want to forget. She tried everything I ordered

and was a great sport about it. She even told me that she actually enjoyed everything. We laughed and

talked throughout dinner. Her laugh was as much of a turn on as her smile. She was fun to be around,

and she made me feel human. That’s the only way I can describe it, because I’ve never been happier

than I am when I’m with her. We finished eating, and as we exited the restaurant, I put my arm around

her and pulled her into me. She put her hand on my chest and laid her head on my shoulder. I wanted

her as close to me as possible.

I was used to staying at the best hotels around the world, and I wouldn’t settle for anything less. I

drove out of the way to find a Ritz Carlton. I pulled up to the entrance and let the valet park the Range

Rover. We walked into the hotel and up to the reservation desk where I gave them my last name and

reserved the Presidential Suite. The concierge called over the bellhop, and he took us to the

elevators.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Black, and welcome to the Ritz Carleton,” he said.

I started to explain that we weren’t married, but Ellery quickly interrupted me and started playing

some game with him.

“Thank you so much. What my husband is trying to say is that we won’t be staying long.”

As soon as the elevator doors opened and we stepped into the suite, Ellery turned and looked at

me. “The Presidential Suite, really, just for one night?” I saw this as an opportunity to play her game.

“I will have nothing but the best room for my beautiful wife. Isn’t my wife beautiful?” I asked the

bellhop with a wide grin.

“Yes, sir, she’s very beautiful.”

“Darling, husband, make sure you tip this nice young man well,” she smiled.

I pulled the cash from my pocket and started looking for a twenty-dollar bill to give the young man.

Ellery came up behind me and grabbed a one hundred-dollar bill and handed it to him.

“Do you have a wife or girlfriend?” she asked.

“Yes, I do, thank you, ma’am, and thank you for your generosity,” he answered.

“Go buy her something beautiful, perhaps a nice necklace.”

I looked at her and clenched my jaw. I was in utter disbelief that she gave him a one hundred-

dollar tip.

“Thank you, ma’am, sir, thank you,” he said excitedly as he walked out shutting the door behind

him.

“Really, a one hundred-dollar tip?” I asked her.

“Well, it’s what you tipped the cab driver.”

“Cab driver, what are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“The night I brought you home, I had to pay the driver, and I didn’t have enough money, so I went in

your wallet and gave him a hundred;