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

do you mean by ‘the next level’? There is no next level Ashlyn; how many times do I need to tell you

that?”

I saw the anger growing in her eyes with each word I spoke. She clenched her jaw and pointed her

finger at me, shaking it while starting to yell.

“We’ve been together for a year, but you still see other women! This has to stop, Connor! I know

you have some feelings for me in that dead head of yours. I can feel it!”

I took the last sip of my drink and slammed the glass down on the table. I took my finger and

pointed it at her; it was my turn now. My voice was angered as I found myself yelling over the loud

music that was playing throughout the club.

“I have no feelings for you, Ashlyn! I never have, and I never will! You need to stop this right now

or that’s it; I’m done with you for good. You’re nothing but sex to me, and that’s all you’ll ever be!”

Anger overtook her face as she raised her hand and slapped me. The sting of her hand felt

permanently etched into the side of my face.

“That’s for disrespecting me, you bastard!” She yelled before turning on her heels and storming off.

I sat there and stared straight ahead. I didn’t care that she left or that I hurt her feelings. She entered

into this arrangement fully aware of where she stood with me, and for her to think otherwise is stupid

on her part.

I finished off the last of my scotch. I was feeling good as I noticed some girl staring at me from

across the bar. Her beauty was breathtaking. I was about to get up and go talk to her until she stood up

suddenly and went to the dance floor. I shrugged my shoulders and stumbled to the bar for another

drink.

Chapter 3

The next morning, I was awoken by the sound of someone making a lot of noise in the kitchen.

Everything was blurry, and my head felt like it had been beaten with a hammer. I looked around the

room, trying to remember how the hell I got home last night. The last thing I remember was Ashlyn

slapping me across the face. I glanced over to the other side of the bed and noticed the comforter was

messed up. Clearly, I was with someone last night. I got out of bed and walked over to the dresser.

After finding a pair of black pajama bottoms, I pulled them on before heading downstairs to see who

the fuck was making all that noise so early in the morning.

I reached the entrance to the kitchen and stood there with my arms crossed as I watched this girl

making something in my kitchen. I stood there for a moment, staring at her from behind. Her blonde

hair was long and wavy. I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to stay the night. She broke my number

one rule. No one has ever broken that rule, or any rule to be exact. I cleared my throat to let her know

I was there and watching. I didn’t want to completely scare the hell out of her.

She slowly turned around and looked at me. I gulped as my heart started to beat a little faster. It

was her eyes. She had the prettiest ice blue eyes that I’ve ever seen. They had a clarity to them that

reminded me of a beautiful aquamarine gemstone. They sparkled amongst the light that filtered through

the kitchen windows. As much as they sparkled, they were also filled with fear as she looked straight

at me.

“Did I not go over the rules with you last night?” I said as I cocked my head to the side.

“Huh?” she frowned.

“I don’t do sleepovers. You were supposed to leave after I fucked you, so would you mind telling

me why you’re still here, in my kitchen, making yourself comfortable?”

My tone was harsh, but who does this girl think she is? She put a glass on the counter and slid it

over to me. I reached for it before it slid off the counter and broke all over my floor. She stood there,

looking at me without answering my question.

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”

Her beautiful ice blue eyes suddenly darkened as she raised her voice to me.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t know what you think happened here last night but you didn’t fuck me!”

I looked at her intently as she continued on with her rant.

“You drank yourself into oblivion at the club last night, and they kicked you out. I was walking

outside when it happened, and being the good person I am, I called a cab to make sure you got home

safely. You then proceeded to vomit all over yourself, so I had to get you to the bathroom and out of

your clothes, because frankly, you smelled. I was on my way out the door when I decided to check on

you one more time. I went back to your room, and you were lying on your back, so I rolled you on

your side again in case you vomited; I wouldn’t have wanted you to choke to death. I fell asleep from

exhaustion after dealing with you, and when I woke up, I decided to make you a pot of coffee and a

hangover cocktail. I was leaving in a few minutes, and I didn’t expect you to be up for at least