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

here,” I whispered as I kissed the back of her head. I’m never letting her go again.

I slept with her in my arms the rest of the night. It felt so good to hold her and sleep next to her

again. The next morning, I got up, showered, dressed, and went downstairs. I said good morning to

Claire, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went to my office to do some work. As I was sitting at my desk,

my phone rang. It was Ashlyn. I had already avoided two of her phone calls.

“Hello, Ashlyn.”

“I’m sick of this shit, Connor!” she yelled.

“What are you sick of?” I sighed.

“I’m sick of you ignoring me and not returning my calls. You promised me we could get together

when I got back, and I’ve been back for two days and nothing. No seeing you, no sex, nothing. I’m

fucking sick of it! I know damn well it has something to do with that blonde whore you’re seeing.”

Now, I was seriously pissed. “I’m sorry about the other night, but something came up!” I yelled.

Why the hell was I apologizing to her?

“Your apologies aren’t going to work this time, Connor, and next time I see that blonde bitch, I’m

telling her everything about us, then we’ll see how sorry you are!” she yelled before she hung up.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I threw my phone across the desk. I started to pace back and forth. What am I

going to do about her? I need to get Ashlyn out of my life for good, I thought to myself. I couldn’t risk

her ruining things between Ellery and me, not when it’s going to take time to rebuild what we lost. I

was so angry that I was starting to see red.

I walked to the kitchen and saw Ellery standing next to the counter. She had a weird look on her

face.

“How are you feeling? You look better today,” I said.

“I’m fine,” she said in a low voice as she looked down at the floor.

I hate it when she tells me that she’s fine. I never know if she means it or if she’s just telling me

what I want to hear, and after the bullshit conversation I just had with Ashlyn, I didn’t need this right

now. I wanted her to tell me the truth, but unfortunately, I lost it. I looked at her from across the

kitchen.

“You always say you’re fine, Elle, even when you’re not. Are you ever really fine? Can you ever

just tell me the damn truth for once in your fucking life, so we can stop playing these goddamn

guessing games? Can you say something other than ‘I’m fine, Connor’? Because you know what,

Ellery, it makes me sick.”

I put my hands on the edge of the counter and pushed myself away from it. I took in a deep breath to

calm down. Did I mean what I just said to her? I don’t know if I did or not, but I do know she won’t

stand there and take it. I heard her walk over to me, and as I turned my head and looked at her, she

slapped me across the face. I didn’t move or say a word; I just stood there and stared into her

anguished eyes. She turned and walked out of the kitchen. I hurt her again, and she didn’t deserve it. I

stormed out of the kitchen and knocked over a vase that was sitting on the counter. I left the penthouse

via the front door and slammed it behind me.

I walked down the streets of New York City. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing.

Ashlyn had pissed me off by threatening to tell Ellery everything, and I can’t seem to believe whether

Ellery is telling me the truth about how she’s feeling. It isn’t her fault that Ashlyn’s a bitch, and I can’t

get her out of my life. I blew up at her for no reason, and like the ass that I am, I hurt her enough for

her to feel the need to slap me. I walked around for an hour and a half to cool off. I needed to

apologize to Ellery and tell her about Ashlyn. She’s been more than patient with me, and I owe it to

her. I pulled out my phone and sent her a text.

“I want to apologize for my behavior. I’m on my way back to the penthouse, and we need to talk.

If you’re feeling up to it, we can go out for lunch.”

She didn’t respond back. I walked back to the penthouse and went straight up to the guest room. I

stood there and looked around. I glanced over to the corner of the room, and her bag was gone. In

fact, the things she had sitting on the dresser were gone as well. Claire came in behind me.

“She’s gone, Mr. Black. Right after you left, she came up here, grabbed her bag, and left. I tried to

stop her, but she said there was something she had to do, and she