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

helped her stand up; she was weak. I held her arm and helped her

back to bed. I pulled the covers over her, and as I turned to walk away, she lightly grabbed my hand. I

turned around and looked at her as she softly spoke.

“This is nothing. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Mr. Black.”

I stared at her pale and pained face. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just turned around

and walked out the door, leaving it slightly open.

***

The next morning I woke up early because I needed to go to the office. I showered and put on my

jeans and a button down shirt. I walked to Ellery’s room, stood outside the door, and listened. I could

hear her stirring in bed. I quietly opened the door and asked her if she was awake. She looked at me

in a way that made me ache for her. I asked her how she was feeling, and she told me that she was ok

and going to take a shower. I told her that when she was done to come downstairs, and Claire would

make her breakfast. She asked me who Claire was. Apparently, I forgot to tell her that I had a

housekeeper. Before she went into the bathroom, I told her I had to go to the office for a while, and

I’d be home later. She said, “Ok, see ya,” in a tone that was cold and flat.

I went to the kitchen and explained to Claire that Ellery was sick last night, and she may or may not

want to eat. She told me not to worry, and that she would take care of her. I grabbed a cup of coffee

and took it to my office to do some computer work before heading to Black Enterprises. I sat back in

my chair and ran my hands through my hair. What the hell was I doing? Having her here was nice, but

it was emotionally painful at the same time. I walked back to the kitchen where Claire and Ellery

were talking.

“Ah, I see you two have met,” I said.

“I thought you left,” she said with a snotty attitude.

“I had to finish up some computer work here first, but don’t worry, I’ll be leaving soon.”

Claire looked at her and then eyed me as I grabbed a bowl of fruit and sat the table. Claire set a

plate of eggs in front of her and told her to eat up. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye as she

took a small bite. I finished my fruit and coffee and walked over to her.

“I’m leaving now, so if you need anything, Claire will be here all day.”

She didn’t look at me. All she did was wave her hand at me. “This is going to be more difficult

than I thought,” I mumbled as I left.

Chapter 17

I was sitting at my desk, signing some contracts when I received a call from Denny.

“Denny, what’s up?”

“I think you should know that Ellery left the penthouse,” he said.

“What the hell do you mean she left the penthouse?!” I yelled.

“Claire went to check on her, and she was gone. Not gone as in moved out, but gone like she went

somewhere.”

“Shit, she shouldn’t be going out as she still isn’t feeling well. Thanks, Denny. I’ll find her.”

I hung up and dialed Ellery’s number. After a few rings it, went to voicemail. I hung up and dialed

again; it went to voicemail. I sighed as I got up from my chair and headed out of the office to find her.

Damn her. Why does she have to be so difficult? I don’t get what goes on in that stubborn head of

hers.

I checked her apartment, but she wasn’t there. I decided to check the soup kitchen, maybe she

stopped there for a visit. She wasn’t at the soup kitchen, so I got back in the Range Rover and put my

forehead on the steering wheel. I was desperately trying to figure out where she could have gone. The

clouds in the sky were rolling in, and it looked like it was going to rain. Then it hit me; I bet she went

to Central Park. As I was on my way to Central Park, it started to rain. I parked, grabbed the black

umbrella, and walked to the Conservatory Gardens. The rain started pouring down hard. From a

distance, I saw a blanket spread out in the middle of a grassy area, and as I approached it, I saw

Ellery lying down and looking up at the sky as the rain fell down upon her.

“Ellery, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you crazy?!” I yelled from a distance.

“Aren’t you the crazy one for coming out here after me?!” She yelled back.

My jaw tightened at her smart ass remark. “Look at you, you’re soaked; get up now before you get

sick.”

“I’m already sick, Connor. What’s the difference?” she laughed.

I stood there and stared down at her. It hit me hard when she said she was already sick. She was

scared and living life the way she wanted, just in case the day came that she couldn’t anymore. I took

in a deep breath and laid myself down on the soaked blanket next to her, staring up at the sky, trying to

see what Ellery sees. She looked over at me, and from the corner of