FOREVER SERIES: COMPLETE BOX SET

by Lynn, Sandi

“Good, meet me at the penthouse in thirty minutes.”

  “I can be there in ten.”

  “No, I said thirty. I need to shower first.”

  “Yum, Connor, can I join you?”

  “No thanks, I’d rather shower alone. Thirty minutes, and don’t be late.”

  I met Sarah through a business associate. Being newly divorced, she was more than willing to have casual sex with no strings attached.

  I ran back to the penthouse and hopped in the shower to wash the sweat from my body before I fucked her. Stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist, I walked into the bedroom where 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 I know you can keep.” She grinned.

  Rough sex was all I knew. It was all these women wanted, and who am I to complain? Keeping it quick and rough was the best stress relief for me, especially after a long hard day at the office or whenever the occasion arose.

  “Thanks. You can leave now,” I told her.

  “Connor, it’s six-thirty. 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.

  “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’s 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 said I was too young to be the CEO of Black Enterprises and that the pressures and demands would ultimately destroy me. As far as I was concerned, I’d already been destroyed emotionally.

  Black Enterprises was my company and my sole purpose in life. It was all I had, and it was all I wanted. Sure, I dated a lot of women. What millionaire CEO wouldn’t. The only relationships I believed in were the sexual ones with no strings attached. The last thing I needed in my life was some woman tying me down and suffocating me. With that being said, I’d composed a list of rules for the women I saw.

  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 gave this list out to women before dinner to ensure that they were fully aware of my expectations. If a woman had a problem with any one of the rules, they were free to leave. Women were nothing but sexual creatures to me. I’d never been in love, and I never would be. The person who decided my fate to become this way had killed herself because I couldn’t love her, and I could never let that happen again. I had a group of women that I saw on a regular basis. Ashlyn was 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 out the window as I remembered that day.

  * * *

  One year ago

  “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 though they could just come to my office and demand to see me.

  “I’m very busy, Valerie. Tell whomever it is 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, I 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 as I stood from my seat.

  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 hadn’t changed 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.

  “What do you want, Ashlyn?”

  “I’m completely broke. I was kicked out of my apartment, and I don’t know what else to do. I guess you can consider me homeless,” she said as she took in a deep breath.

  “What about your parents? Why aren’t you going to them?”

  “They told me I’m a disgrace to the family and that I need to get my act together. They’ve helped me countless times, and they refuse to do it again.”

  I got up from my seat, walked over to where Ashlyn was sitting and leaned up against the desk, trying to figure out why she came to see me.

  “Why me, Ashlyn? We haven’t seen or spoken to each other in ten years.”

  At that moment, before she could answer, Valerie buzzed in and told me my meeting was about to start.

  “I’m sorry, Ashlyn. I have a meeting, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to leave.”

  She got up from her chair in a huff, grabbed her purse, and started towards the door. She abruptly turned around.

  “You owe me, Connor Black. My life is a clusterfuck because of you. My sister committed suicide because of you, and it ruined my life. I miss Amanda so much, and she would still be here if it wasn’t for you!” she yelled.

  I stood there, unable to speak, as everything she just said was true. She turned away and walked to the door.

  “Wait,” I said. “I’ll take you to dinner tonight where we can discuss this further. Maybe I can help you. I’ll have my driver pick you up at seven o’clock. Where are you staying?”

  “I’m not staying anywhere. I just told you I’m broke, and I sure as hell don’t have enough money for a hotel.”

  Walking to the door, I opened it and motioned for Ashlyn to step out.

  “Valerie, please book a room at the Marriott Downtown for Miss Johnson and have it billed to the company.” Valerie nodded and picked up the phone.

  “Thank you, Connor, I knew I could count on you,” she smiled.

  “My driver will pick you up at seven o’clock sharp.”

  I turned away and shook my head. Why the hell would she just show up here after all these years and then throw Amanda’s death in my face?

  * * *

  One Year Later

  I sat at my desk, pondering why she was still in my life a year later, and why I haven’t done anything about it.

  I was startled by a knock at the door as Valerie came in and set a cup of coffee on my desk.

  “Good morning, Mr. Black.”

  “Good morning, Valerie. Do me a favor and clear my schedule for this afternoon. I have something that I need to do.”

  “Yes, Mr. Black. I’ll get on that immediatel
y.”

  “Thank you, Valerie,” I said as she left my office.

  I pulled out my cell phone, dialed Dr. Peters, and made an appointment for later this afternoon. With the return of the nightmares, I figured it was about time. I finished up some paperwork, made a few business calls, and alerted Denny that I was leaving the office early and to come pick me up.

  I stepped into the Limo and instructed Denny to take me to the penthouse, so I could pick up the Range Rover and drive myself to Dr. Peter’s office. I didn’t want him knowing where I was going. I consider Denny one of my best friends. He’d been with Black Enterprises for the past ten years. He drove for my father and now he drove for me. Denny was in his early fifty’s, and he’d seen a lot from me in the past ten years. He’d always been there for me and even bailed me out of trouble a few times without ever telling my father. He was like a second father as well as my confidant. I could always count on him to help me out if I needed it. In return, I made sure that he and his family were well taken care of.

  Chapter 2

  “Long time no see, Connor,” Dr. Peters said as he sat in the blue chair across from me. “I thought you’d given up coming here.”

  “I haven’t given up, Dr. Peters. I’ve just been too busy to make an appointment.”

  I’d been seeing Dr. Peters for a few years, and he was the only other person who knew about Amanda, apart from Ashlyn. He was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair and a medium build. I found him very easy to open up to. I supposed that was why I continued seeing him for so long. I’d tried other therapists, including women, but it became too complicated when they wanted to sleep with me instead of trying to help me.

  “Tell me, Connor, have you made any progress since our last visit?”

  I leaned back and rested my elbow on the arm of the chair. “No, I haven’t, but like I told you before, I’m not interested in being in a relationship. I like my life just the way it is.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “So, why are you here today?”

  “I’ve been having the nightmares again,” I answered as I took in a deep breath.

  “When did they resume?”

  “They came back about a month ago,” I said.

  “What do you think triggered them this time?” he asked as if I would really know the answer.

  “I don’t know, Dr. Peters, that’s why I’m here.”

  “Are you still seeing Ashlyn?”

  I diverted my eyes to the wall as I answered him.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Are you starting to have feelings for her?”

  “Fuck no, I’m not starting to have feelings for her,” I snapped as I got up from the chair, put my hands in my pocket, and walked over to the window.

  “She’s a good fuck. That’s it. There’s nothing more to her than that.”

  “Why did you get so upset when I asked you that question? It seems to me that you’re angry because you might want something more with someone. Maybe not with Ashlyn or with the other women you see on a regular basis. I think you’re starting to feel lonely.”

  I turned around and looked at him. Anger began settling in my eyes. “I don’t want anything more with any woman. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

  “Calm down, Connor, and sit back in the chair. You need to listen to yourself. It’s not healthy not to want anything more in life than just work. You’ve let your emotions die because of Amanda, and you need to accept the fact that her death wasn’t your fault. You said it yourself; the girl already had emotional problems when you met her.”

  I walked back and sat in the chair directly across from Dr. Peters. “She did have some emotional problems, but she clearly pointed out in the letter she left that she killed herself because I broke up with her. How the hell does someone ever get over that? How could I ever get into another relationship with someone knowing that I was the cause of someone else’s death?”

  Dr. Peters sat there staring at me and taking in every word I spoke.

  “Doc, I don’t feel anything when I’m with a woman. I don’t feel any type of connection at all. There are no emotions running through me, and I could care less if they want more from me. I’m upfront with the women that I sleep with. I use them for pleasure alone, nothing else, and if it’s not good, then I toss them aside and find someone else.”

  “Those are harsh words, Connor,” he said tilting his head to one side.

  “No emotions. Remember, Dr. Peters?”

  He sighed and got up from his chair. “I just think you haven’t allowed yourself to find the right woman yet.”

  “There is no right woman out there for me, and even if there was, it wouldn’t matter. She would find out who I really am and want nothing to do with me. My past will always stand in the way of that.”

  “I’m prescribing you some sleep medication,” Dr. Peters said as he handed me the small piece of paper. “Take one right before bed and hopefully you’ll be able to get some rest. It won’t stop the nightmares; only you can put an end to them.”

  I got up from the chair and sighed. “Thanks for seeing me today. I’ll be in touch.”

  “I want to see you next week, Connor, so make sure to make the appointment.”

  As I walked out of the office, a text message from Ashlyn came through.

  “Let’s meet up tonight at Club S for some fun.”

  Club S wasn’t exactly my cup of tea, but I didn’t mind going there to look at the beautiful women. I couldn’t even count the number of times I’d brought women home from that club. They don’t call it Club S for nothing. After the session I just had with Dr. Peters, I needed to go out tonight and get drunk to take my mind off things.

  “I’ll meet you there around eight thirty.”

  “Wonderful. I’ll be waiting, and I’ll be wearing something extra sexy for you.”

  I arrived back at the penthouse and changed into my workout clothes. I grabbed my bag and had Denny drive me to the gym. A good workout was what I needed right now. I needed to decompress from my session with Dr. Peters. I would never allow myself to fall in love, and there would never be a Mrs. Black walking around the streets of New York, even though many women have stepped in line to try and be the first.

  I ran six miles on the treadmill, lifted some weights, and fucked Stephanie in the steam room. I’d say it was a very productive workout. Stephanie was fully aware of my rules, and she was less complicated than the others. She liked it quick and rough with a lot of hair pulling, so of course I had to oblige to keep her wanting more. She was one hell of a kinky girl. Afterwards, there was no talk and no questions asked; just a smile and a wave goodbye.

  I walked out of the gym with a smile on my face, and as I slipped into the back of the limo, Denny turned and looked at me.

  “Judging by the smile on your face, I assume you had an exceptional workout?”

  “I sure did, Denny. I sure did.” I smiled as I leaned my head back.

  Upon arriving back at the penthouse, I threw my gym bag in the closet and headed upstairs for a quick shower to wash off the smell of sweat and sex from my body.

  I opened the closet door and pulled out my black Armani suit and white shirt. Looking it over, I decided it would be perfect to wear to the club. After fixing my sandy blonde hair, I put on my suit and headed to the kitchen where Denny and Claire were talking.

  “Denny, I’ll need you to drop me off at Club S tonight and then you’re free to go home.”

  “You won’t need a ride home, Connor?” he asked.

  “No. I’m meeting Ashlyn there, and she can give me a ride home. You go and spend time with your family.”

  Denny smiled with a slight nod of his head.

  “Connor, can I get you something to eat before you go?” Claire asked.

  “No, Claire, I’m good.”

  I looked at my watch, and it was six-thirty. I wanted to get to the club before Ashlyn in case there was someone there I needed to speak with. Plus, I needed a few drink
s before she showed up.

  I arrived at the club around seven o’clock and was surprised at how crowded it was at such an early hour in the evening. I walked to the back by the bar and sat down at my usual table. Rebecca, my favorite waitress, walked over with a smile on her face.

  “Good evening, Mr. Black. What can I get you?”

  I looked at her and ran my tongue across my lips. She was a twenty-something sex on legs.

  “Give me a scotch, and make it a double. In fact, bring two.” I said.

  She smiled at me with her eyes and turned away. She returned in a short amount of time and set my drinks on the table.

  “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Black.” She winked.

  I smiled and tilted my head. “I know something you can do for me.”

  I got up from my seat and escorted her down the hallway and into a small room that was used for storage. We walked inside and I shut and locked the door. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and seductively took them down. She didn’t need to stroke me; I was already hard and waiting for her lips to wrap themselves around my manhood. Her mouth was amazing as her tongue made circles around my cock. I let out a low moan as I thrust my hips back and forth while keeping my hands placed on her head. This wasn’t the first time I’d been with her. Occasionally, she provided me a service when I came to the club because she was the best at it, and she knew it. In return, I provided a large tip to thank her for her services.

  I left the small room first and walked back to my table with sex on legs following behind. I looked at my watch, and it was eight o’clock. I had just enough time to down my scotch before Ashlyn showed up. I stopped dead in my tracks when I looked up and saw her sitting at the table.

  “Ashlyn, you weren’t supposed to be here until eight-thirty.”

  “Nice to see you too, Connor,” she said as she kissed my cheek before cocking her head and glaring at me.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

  “Were you just with that waitress that was following behind you?”