Ending with Forever

by LLP, Lan

  “I agree. Music is powerful. Do you have a lullaby in mind that’ll help knock me out?” I ask as I sit down beside her.

  ““Fairytale” by Enya. It’s not a lullaby, but it’ll do the job.” She smiles as her fingers lightly tap on the brand new black and white keys. The notes are crisp and sharp entering and exiting my ears.

  “I see a recurring theme in your music choices.”

  “Call me sappy,” she replies as her fingers serenade to me. The gentle melody is incredibly lulling. My lids flutter as the weight of slumber forces down on them. I think I might fall asleep right here right now as my head slowly drops on top of her shoulder. Her humming further entices me to cross over and give in to my fatigue.

  ~~~~

  “Lil, release me now,” I demand as I struggle to free my arms and legs. I’m bound to the bed with the same silk material I used to tether her arms up from last night. “This isn’t funny.”

  “I’m not trying to be funny,” she clarifies while lying on her side facing me, relaxed as she can be. “Just for once, I want to wake up with you in bed with me.”

  “You don’t need to tie me up for that. Just ask me next time,” I snip as I continue to fight the silky restraints around my wrists. I don’t like losing control of any situation.

  “You’ve been so restless lately. Last night was the first night you’ve slept for more than a few hours. I just want you to enjoy it a little longer.”

  “Alright. Let’s say I did. Now untie me!” My patience is wearing thin as the minutes tick away and my hands are still useless to me.

  “Not until I serve you breakfast in bed,” she enlightens me. “No need to worry about being late for work. I’ve already called Owen. He’ll hold down the fort until you get there.”

  “Lil, release me now,” I demand. I’m beyond agitated at this point.

  “Hold that cheery A.M. attitude, Mr. Grouch,” she sasses me. “I’ll be right back.” She wraps her body in my silk robe and dashes out the room. Lil is going to see and feel my wrath when I’m free.

  A split second later she’s back in the room carrying a tray with food and coffee. The jolt of caffeine in the air is soothing to me, relieving the tension around my neck. I might be able to forgive her if she prepares my coffee exactly to my liking—black with a teaspoon of cane sugar. She sets the tray on the edge of the bed and warns me, “Don’t resist or you’ll get hot liquid on parts of your body that I’m partial to. Chef Calvino gave me a list of your breakfast preferences. I made an egg white omelet with spinach and cheese. It’s delicious,” she confirms while sampling a small bite. The delectable smell makes my taste buds salivate with hunger even though I’m not normally a breakfast person. “Want a taste?” she taunts me as her expression exaggerates how good the food is. My eyes narrow to lethal slits. She just lost her salvation card.

  “Yes,” I grunt.

  “I’ll free your legs and prop you up if you promise to behave.” I nod. One by one my ankles are untied. “Scoot back against the headboard,” she instructs and tucks two pillows behind me. I’m comfortable and ready to eat. Setting the coffee on the nightstand, she straddles my pelvis with her thighs with my breakfast in her hands. “Open wide,” she tells me while opening hers at the same time as if she’s gesturing to a child. I accept and take my first bite. Surprisingly, it’s as good as Chef Calvino’s omelet.

  “Aaaah,” I open my mouth for another bite, making her grin with satisfaction as she forks more in.

  “Good, isn’t it?” she asks. I nod because my mouth is too full to speak. “Coffee?”

  “Yes, please,” I reply. My mood is much lighter, making me overlook the fact that my arms are now loosely bound.

  “Be careful. It’s very hot,” she cautions me and then blows the steam away before offering me a sip. Amazing. My coffee is perfect.

  “How did you know that I like my coffee this way? I’m usually up before you are.”

  “Evelyn,” she answers proudly.

  “You’re pretty impressive, angel.”

  “Thanks, hazel eyes. You’re not bad yourself,” she replies.

  Setting the empty plate and coffee mug aside, she shrugs my robe off her beautiful body and peels back the covers. Those gorgeous chocolate eyes of hers enlarge at the sight of my full erection. How can she possibly be surprised about that? Her soft flesh has been rubbing along my bulge for the past ten minutes as she nourished me with her tasty omelet. My wrists are finally loosened enough that I can free myself, but I don’t. I’m going to let Lil have her fun and then I’ll have mine.

  “Oh my. Is that a morning woody?”

  “Sure, if you want to give it a name, but I’d prefer Dr. Feelgood or Early Riser,” I kid. She narrows her eyes at me with a lopsided grin.

  “No nicknames for that body part please. That’s so many wrongs.” She chuckles.

  “Are you going to free me or what?”

  “No. Not yet. I have you exactly where I want you—under my control and helpless. Do you remember the torment you put me through last night? You’re going to get a taste of it now,” she warns me.

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  “What am I NOT going to do to you is what you should ask me.” She releases a wicked cackle. “First, I’m going to swallow you whole and then ride you forward and backward and then leave you hanging on the edge of a cliff.”

  “That sounds torturous,” I reply, fighting to hold back my amusement as my grip tightens around the slippery material. Resist. Don’t reach for her sassy face.

  She slithers her body between my thighs and props her arms over them. Her silky tongue starts at the base of my erection and glides leisurely up to my pulsing head. My knees buckle as my pelvis lifts up to her mouth. Christ! The back of her hot throat is pressed against the tip of my cock. In and out she teases me, tightening and then releasing. “Fuck,” I groan through my clenched jaw. I see the finish line up ahead. It’s within reach but then she stops.

  “No. You’re not allowed to come,” she whispers into my ear and then sits astride my pelvis. “Relax, babe,” she lulls as she gyrates her hips into me.

  “I am,” I tell her and close my eyes to shut my arousal out. My timing has to be spot-on in order for me to have the upper hand again.

  Noticing that I’m more settled, she lowers herself over me, stretching her tight walls around my rod, wrapping me in a sensation only she can offer me. Her pert breasts bounce to the rhythm of her steady pace. What I wouldn’t give to knead those plump things in my hands. Tilting my head forward my mouth lunges for her swollen pink tip. I draw it in, lap my tongue around it and suck until I hear her groan in pleasure. Yes. Pant, cry and moan, baby. Give it all to me. She cups her own breasts and gives them a firm squeeze as she rides me faster. Jesus. It’s so fucking sexy watching her touch herself. Her eyes are sealed. She’s lost in the moment. I’m about to join her there, but the heat stops again. She turns her back to me. “That was too close,” she gasps, attempting to stable her jagged breathing. Her body falls flat on top of mine. Her head is between the crook of my neck and tethered arm. I turn to kiss the area under her ear, her vulnerable spot. She purrs like a kitten.

  “Give into it,” I persuade. “You know you want to.”

  Detaching her body from mine she mounts my hips with her back to me. “You can’t convince me,” she assures me over her shoulder and thrusts her pelvis up and down. Her back is glistening with perspiration. She’s working me hard, but I’ll come when I allow myself to. I think it’s time for me to show her who’s really in charge. Releasing my tight grip of the scarf, I brace my hands on her hips and drive my cock into her, hitting her with the stamina I’ve been reserving until now. She’s startled but too far gone to stop me. Rising onto my knees, I continue my retaliation as she falls forward, landing on her palms. Her kitten purrs are now like ferocious lion roars. I have her where I want her, under my control and helpless. Her body is listless as she lies face down while I empty the last of my
cum inside her. “You win,” she surrenders.

  “You never had a chance,” I murmur against her cheek after my body crashes down on top of hers. “Any other points you want to make?” I purposely stir, rubbing my defeat in her face.

  “Yes,” she pants. “Will you trust me enough to pull all your watchdogs? You have my word to behave. Luke is all I need.”

  I hesitate, considering her request while debating her safety. She knows the danger that surrounds her. She wouldn’t purposely put her life at risk doing something senseless. I can remove all the extra bodyguards inside the building and just keep a few outside the perimeter. “Swear to me you’ll stay in the penthouse unless you’re escorted out by Luke.”

  “Yes,” she agrees.

  “No. I want to hear you swear on it. This isn’t something I’ll take lightly.”

  “I know. I swear,” she tells me as she drifts away into a soundless sleep.

  Chapter 15

  Lillian Ly

  Oh geez. How long have I been sleeping for? The last thing I remember is Carson overpowering me after he somehow freed his wrists. There’s no question about it. I’m defenseless against his beautifully carved body. I don’t know why I even bother pretending to be tough. It’s pointless. I glance at the clock and panic that it’s already 11:08 a.m. Half of the day is gone and I’m still lying naked in bed. Rolling over to Carson’s side of the bed, I find a note in the middle of a puddle of black silk I used to tie him up this morning. A devilish smile slithers across my face as I recall Carson’s helpless expression. It was priceless. The roles were reversed and he did NOT like being powerless.

  Good afternoon gorgeous,

  By the time you read this note, I’ve probably had three meetings, another cup of coffee, and two wet daydreams about last night and this morning. You never cease to amaze me. Breakfast in bed has a new meaning to me and Chef Calvino’s omelet will never taste as mouthwatering as yours. Dr. Laurent is scheduled to stop by later this evening. I want to be there with you when he examines you. One more thing: Don’t kill yourself over those charts. We’ll conquer them together. I’ll call you later once I have the details for Gabby’s visit. And lastly, please remember your promise to me. Do NOT leave the penthouse for any reason unless Luke is with you. Have a good day, my love.

  Yours truly…Hazel Eyes.

  From the light tone of his note, I can assume he enjoyed my surprise breakfast in bed with a bonus. Hurriedly, I race to the bathroom, and on cue, I sense the same nausea that’s been tormenting me circle around my neck and chest. I want to take a pregnancy test before I see Dr. Laurent this evening. I need to be prepared if the test is positive. Gathering two handfuls of cool water, I splash my face to see if I can relieve that icky feeling. I’m still nauseated but more alert and oriented.

  I have a big to-do list to tackle today. First, I need Belle to drop off a pregnancy test, retrieve Edison’s number from her phone without being caught and then find Sasha’s address. After that, I’ll register for the online classes and go through the next stack of charts while I wait for Carson to call me. On my way to BPC I’ll also need to stop by a toy store to pick up a songbird for Gabby. I hope I didn’t forget anything else.

  “Hey girl, are you decent?” a male voice hollers from outside the bedroom. It’s Andrew. He was granted permission to use the secret entrance so people wouldn’t notice his frequent visits to Carson’s penthouse.

  “Yeah. Come in, Andrew,” I holler back.

  Rushing into the room he squeals, “How was the wedding? I want all the details,” and gives me a big squeeze. “Dear lord, what happened to you, sweetie? Your face is pale as a sheet,” he fusses as he inspects my complexion with his roaming eyes.

  “Do I look that bad?”

  “You’ve had better days,” he tells me honestly. “You need some color on those cheeks, girlfriend. Are you not feeling well?”

  “My mornings have been rough lately.”

  “Uh-oh. Is someone pregnant?” he implies with both hands over his mouth. “Babies!” he cries out loud. “I love babies. Stewie and I eventually want to adopt one or have a surrogate carry one for us.”

  “Shhh. I don’t want Luke to suspect anything,” I hush him. “It’s wonderful that you and Stewart want a baby.”

  “Well…are you?”

  “I don’t know yet. This is why I’m going to ask Belle to drop off a test for me later today.”

  “Do you want me to pick one up now instead?” Andrew offers. “I can run to Walgreens around the corner.” I’d love for him to go now, so I can get my answer quicker, but then it’ll eliminate my alibi for Belle’s visit.

  “No. It’s okay. I need to have an excuse for Belle to stop by the penthouse or I’ll feel guilty for wasting her time. Besides, you just got here and I need to tell you all about the wedding.”

  “Hold that thought. I need to tell you something first. It’s big,” he interrupts me. “You might want to sit for this.” He drags me over to the edge of the bed.

  “What is it?”

  “I was at a glamorous dinner party at Stew’s uncle’s place and guess who I ran into?” His eyes grow large like golf balls.

  “Who? Tell me.”

  “Bianca,” he whispers it like an evil word that shouldn’t be mentioned out loud because it could summon the devil. If he thought my face was ashen earlier, it’s probably another shade whiter now.

  “Who’s Stew’s uncle and why was she there?”

  “Chandler Montgomery is his uncle by marriage and I don’t know why Bianca was there. She was really flirting with Montgomery senior and junior, so I think you’re in the clear now. She’s probably over Carson already.”

  “I think you’re wrong. She’s up to something again,” I whisper. “My only hope to connect her to my accident is the car rental man in St. Croix. Recently, he came up missing without a trace.”

  “No…you think she might be involved with that, too?” he suggests in horror.

  “I wouldn’t put it past her.”

  “Think, think, think, Andrew,” he encourages himself. “Did she say anything that might’ve meant something else?” He forces his brain to retrace its steps to that night. “She pissed Bridgette off really badly.”

  “Who’s Bridgette?” I pry.

  “Bridgette Ly is Wes’s love interest.”

  “Oh my God. I know her,” I yell, yanking on his arm. I can’t believe what a small world this is. She’s Marcus Ly’s snobby granddaughter.

  “How…do you know her?”

  “I met her in Hong Kong on that business trip that Carson made me go with. She thinks her shit doesn’t stink,” I add while shaking my head in disgust.

  “You’re shitting me. She can be a real snob if you don’t know her like I do, but she’s very sweet once you get to know her,” he trails off on a tangent.

  “I need you to focus, Andrew.” I grab his shoulders and give him a good shake. “Did Bianca say or do anything that might help my case?”

  “Hmm…she did leave with a young lady who she mingled with, off and on the entire evening.”

  “What did she look like?”

  “Tall and slender with a pixie cut. Very attractive lady,” he describes. “Do you know her?”

  Sasha. They’re definitely planning something big if those two are together. I need to reach her so I can threaten her into a confession before it’s too late. I have to do it sooner rather than later.

  “No,” I deny. At this point, I’m not sure who I can trust to keep my secret. Carson has eyes and ears everywhere. I can’t have him getting in my way. I need to put that crazy bitch away.

  “You want to hear something really weird?”

  “What?”

  “After seeing Carson in person and running into Wes at the party, I can’t believe how much they look alike. For sure, they can pass for twins. Wes has an edgier look while Carson is Mr. GQ.”

  “Who’s Wes again?” I’m so confused. All that’s on my mind is Bianca.


  “Give me your ears, Lil,” he tells me as his index fingers point to his. “He’s Chandler Montgomery’s adopted son.” Andrew mentions that surname again—my father’s surname. Lil, there are probably thousands of Montgomerys out there. Don’t be ridiculous. They’re not related. “I’m having him and Bridgette over for dinner tomorrow. You and Carson should come, too. This way you can get to know her nicer side.”

  “Sure. I’ll mention it to Carson.”

  “You better. I’m cooking a mean Mediterranean dish with baklava for dessert.”

  “Well, count us in then. I love to eat.”

  “You don’t look it. You’re skinny like a long bean.”

  “Oh shut it. Look at you. You’re too fit and sexy to be a former caterer and chef.”

  “Keep talking, cutie,” he encourages and chuckles. “I love compliments, especially inflated ones.”

  ~~~~

  “Lil, I’m dying here. Are there plus signs on both of those tests?” Belle whispers loudly outside the bathroom.

  “Give me a second to pull my pants up,” I yell back and flush the toilet.

  I thought I was antsy but she’s worse than me. The minute she entered the penthouse, she demanded I pee on those sticks immediately—at the door if she had her way. She bought four tests in all so we can confirm there’ll be no false positives. Walking out the bathroom, I recap the second stick and clumsily drop the cap under the bed. I crouch down to look for it and find a picture of me and Richard faced up. I leave it there. I can’t have Belle seeing the heat and anger percolating inside me. This must be one of those damn pictures Richard was talking about. I can understand why Carson was so repulsed by me. Just look at me. My body was entangled in Richard’s arms as we lay in his bed. I can say I hate Bianca worse than I hate snakes. That’s a lot of hate. She’s slimy, cold and more venomous than those disgusting creatures. Now I’m more determined to get a hold of Sasha than ever.