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by Sandi Lynn


  “Yeah. A coffee sounds good right now,” I spoke as I tucked my hands into my pants pockets. “I meant to give you a call, but the week has been crazy busy.”

  “A call? About what?”

  “I would like to thank you for everything you’ve done by taking you to dinner one night.”

  “Mr. Remington, that’s not necessary.”

  “Do you remember when I told you to call me Asher? Because I’d prefer it if you did.”

  “Right. Asher, that’s not necessary.”

  “I feel it is. Please just let me thank you properly.”

  We approached Starbucks and I opened the door for her. Surprisingly, there were only two people in line.

  “If you insist. I’d love to have dinner with you.”

  “Okay. How about tomorrow night?”

  “Can I help you?” the barista behind the counter interrupted us.

  “A Venti Cold Brew with coconut milk, two stevia and one pump mocha,” Everly spoke.

  “And for you, sir?”

  “A Tall Flat White with almond milk and two stevia.”

  When she gave me the total, I pulled out my wallet and Everly scanned her phone.

  “I got it,” she said.

  “I was going to pay for us.” I furrowed my brows at her.

  “It’s fine. I want the stars. Now I have enough for a free drink next time.” She grinned.

  “Well, in that case, thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, and tomorrow night is fine.”

  “Great. How about I pick you up around seven o’clock?”

  “Seven is good.”

  We grabbed our coffees and walked out the door.

  “I need to get back to the office,” I said.

  “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Asher.” The corners of her mouth curved upward.

  “See you tomorrow, Everly.” I gave her a nod as I turned left and headed back to the office.

  The truth was I did want to thank her, but I wasn’t finished with her just yet. I was going to get the truth one way or another of how she knew my father.

  11

  Everly

  “How do I look?” I asked Diana as I stared at myself in the mirror.

  “Beautiful, fabulous, sexy, all of the above.” She smiled.

  “Thanks. Are you sure this dress is okay?”

  “Everly, it’s perfect. Did he say where he’s taking you?”

  “No.”

  “Do you KNOW where’s he taking you?” She let out a laugh.

  “Actually, I don’t. Can I tell you something?” I grabbed hold of her hand and led her to the edge of the bed.

  “Of course. You can tell me anything.”

  “I’ve seen him.” I bit down on my bottom lip.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I had a dream where he’s in bed with—”

  “OH!” Her eyes widened. “And?”

  “Let’s just say he’s very skilled and sexy.”

  She brought her hands up to her ears and covered them.

  “He’s my boss! I can’t be getting that image in my head.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.” I got up from the bed.

  “Are you saying you’d sleep with him if he asked you?”

  “Of course.” I smirked. “I’d be stupid not to. Besides, it’s only sex. But it won’t happen. He thinks I’m weird and crazy.”

  “He’s a man and you’re a beautiful woman. Trust me, I’m sure he’s going to try.”

  “I hope he does.” I grinned as I grabbed my purse and walked out of the bedroom. “His car just pulled up so I’m going to head down there.”

  “Have fun and try to keep your pheromones under control.” Diana let out a light laugh.

  “I can’t make any promises.” I gave her a wink as I walked out the door.

  When the elevator door opened to the lobby, Asher was standing there, and a look of shock swept across his face when he saw me.

  “I was just coming up to get you.” His brows furrowed.

  “I thought I’d save you the trip.” The corners of my mouth curved upward.

  “You look great.”

  “Thanks.” I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

  When we stepped outside, Damien stood there holding the car door open.

  “Good evening, Everly.” He smiled as he gave a slight nod.

  “Good evening, Damien.”

  I climbed in first and Asher slid in next to me.

  “I thought we would have dinner at the restaurant inside my hotel. The food is excellent, and you didn’t really have a chance to eat it the last time you were there.”

  “That’s because someone kicked me out of their suite.” I smirked.

  “I know and honestly, I won’t apologize for that. You made it a very stressful night.”

  “Yeah. I seem to have a habit of stressing people out. Not all, but some.” I sighed.

  As soon as the car pulled up to the hotel, Asher stepped out and extended his hand to me. It was best I didn’t take it.

  “Thanks, but I don’t need help.”

  “Are you sure?” His brows furrowed at me.

  “I’m sure. See.” I grinned as I stepped out of the car without his help.

  We entered through the large revolving door of The Remington Hotel and made our way to the elegant five-star restaurant called Bliss.

  “Good evening, Mr. Remington. Follow me and I’ll take you to your table.”

  We followed the blonde hostess with the big brown eyes towards the back of the restaurant. I could feel the light touch of his hand on the small of my back and my body trembled, for I’d always found that sexy. We were seated in a private booth. An intimate spot where privacy wasn’t an issue.

  “Here are your menus. Franco will be right over to serve you.”

  “Thank you.” Asher smiled at the young hostess.

  Within a few moments, Franco walked over to the table and poured us each a glass of water.

  “Welcome back, Mr. Remington. What may I bring you to drink?”

  “Everly?” Asher gestured.

  “I’ll have a glass of Pinot Grigio, please.”

  “And for you, Mr. Remington?”

  “Just bring the whole bottle.”

  After Franco brought our wine, we placed our order and handed him our menus. Asher picked up his glass and held it up to me.

  “Thank you, Everly, for everything.”

  “I was only the messenger.” I smiled as I tapped my glass against his.

  “The messenger. Right.” He slowly nodded his head. “Now that everything is over with, why don’t you just tell me how you and my father knew each other.”

  “Why is it so hard for you to accept the truth?” I asked as I took a sip of my wine.

  “Because your truth isn’t the truth. It doesn’t exist. I’ve read articles and I know people who claim what you do are total fakes. They’re scam artists who prey on people who are desperately seeking answers in their life.”

  “You’re right. There are people out there who are complete fakes.”

  “So I’ll ask you again. How did you know my father?”

  I wasn’t in the mood to go around and around with him. No matter what I’d tell him, he wouldn’t believe me.

  “Is this why you asked me to dinner? So you could interrogate me?”

  “One of the reasons,” he spoke in a serious tone.

  “See that couple over there?” I pointed.

  “Yeah. What about them?”

  “The waiter is going to bring out their dessert which will be a cheesecake with strawberries on it. There will be an engagement ring hooked around one of the strawberries on her piece. She’ll see it, start to cry and he’ll get down on one knee and ask her to marry him.”

  “Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He rolled his eyes.

  “To answer your question, your father came to me in a dream. He showed me what would happen to you if you went ahead with the merger. That is the truth. No
w, I’m sorry you are having such a hard time believing the truth, but I’m not wasting anymore of my time, and I certainly won’t sit here and be called a liar. I make no apologies for who I am.” I took the napkin from my lap, set it on the table and stood up.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

  “I’m leaving. Because frankly, Asher, you’re the one who’s stressing me out tonight.”

  Suddenly, we heard a screech. Asher looked over at the couple I pointed out only to find the woman crying and the man down on one knee proposing to her. I began to walk away and felt his hand wrap around my wrist.

  “Wait.”

  I turned and looked at him.

  “Stay. I’ll have Franco deliver our dinner up to my suite. We need to talk in private,” he spoke in a calm voice.

  I stared at him for a moment while his hand was still wrapped around my wrist.

  “Fine. But just so you know, the only reason I’m staying is because I’m hungry.”

  His lips formed a small smile as he signaled for Franco.

  We took the elevator up to his suite. As soon as we stepped inside, I set my purse down while Asher took off his suitcoat and threw it over one of the chairs.

  12

  Asher

  I couldn’t wrap my head around any of this, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Our dinner was promptly delivered to the suite and I motioned for Everly to take a seat while I sat down across from her.

  “How, Everly?”

  “I know you want some scientific explanation, Asher, but I’m afraid there isn’t one. This is something I was born with. My grandmother has it, my mother had it and I have it.”

  “Your mother had it?” I narrowed my eye at her.

  “She passed away when I was five. She couldn’t handle it, so she drank and took pills. She discovered the more she combined the two, the more the dreams and visions stopped. One night, she took too many pills and drank way too much.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I appreciate that. Thank you.”

  “What about your cousin? Can he—”

  “No.” She interrupted. “And honestly, I’m happy he doesn’t have it. My grandmother calls it a gift, and sometimes it is. But it can also be a curse.”

  “Why is that?” I asked as I picked up my drink.

  “Because some of the things I dream and see aren’t like the couple down at the restaurant. I also see a lot of bad things. Things nobody should ever see. That was what my mother couldn’t handle. I have no control over anything I see. It just happens. Like with your father and you. Your father couldn’t be at peace until he knew you were going to be okay.”

  “How does it work?”

  “I don’t know.” A small smile crossed her lips. “It just happens.”

  “Now that I know about your mother and grandmother, tell me about your father?”

  “I don’t know my father. He took off when he found out my mother was pregnant.”

  “Your grandmother didn’t try to find him after your mother died?”

  “She doesn’t know who he is either. She never met any of the guys my mother dated.”

  “Can’t you use your ‘thing’ to find him?”

  “It doesn’t work like that.”

  “I see. Answer me this. What does your future look like?”

  She let out a light laugh and finished off the last of her wine.

  “I have no idea because I can’t see my future. I just live my life day by day and hope for the best.” She held up her glass and I poured her some more wine.

  Leaning back in my chair, I studied her. She was so beautiful. Even though I thought she was way out there in left field, she was still a very sexy woman.

  “We’ve had a few conversations over the past couple weeks, you bought me a coffee and a slice of banana nut bread, I’ve been to your home for dinner, and I still don’t know your last name.” I arched my brow at her.

  “It’s King. Everly King.” A captivating smile fell upon her lips.

  “And what does Miss King do for a living? Does she do readings with a crystal ball?” I smirked.

  “Absolutely not.” She got up from her chair, kicked off her heels, picked up her wine glass and took it over to the couch. “I’m a life coach.”

  “A life coach? Seriously?” I asked as I sat down next to her and extended my arm across the back of the couch.

  “Seriously.” She grinned as she turned her body so she was facing me. “Some people need guidance to help them achieve their goals, and I can give that to them.”

  “Interesting,” I spoke as I lightly ran my finger across her bare shoulder. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

  “Maybe once or twice.” She smirked. “Let me ask you something. Do you have any goals you want to achieve?”

  “Yes. Actually, I have one goal in mind.” I continued running my finger across her shoulder.

  “Maybe I can help you achieve that goal,” she spoke in a seductive voice and my cock started to rise.

  “I was just thinking the same thing.” I leaned closer to her and softly brushed my lips against hers.

  Everly

  The look in his blue eyes made my heart race and my lips trembled as he brushed his against them. They were soft, with the taste of wine that engulfed my senses. There was no denying I wanted him, to feel him inside me. The softness of his kiss turned passionate once he knew this was what I wanted. Our tongues introduced themselves as they tangled in the night.

  “Shall we take this to the bedroom?” he asked as he broke our kiss and brought his hand up to my cheek.

  “I think that’s a good idea.” I smiled.

  He took hold of my hand, helped me up from the couch and led me to the bedroom. As we stood in front of the bed, our lips tangled while his fingers unzipped my dress. Sweeping his hands across my shoulders, he took down the straps as my dress fell to the ground, leaving me in nothing but the black lace thong I was wearing.

  “Damn. You are amazing,” he spoke. “Turn around.”

  I did as he asked. He wrapped one arm around my waist and held me in place while his tongue slid across my neck. His grip was strong, tight and secure. He reached down the front of my thong until his fingers slid into my opening. I gasped at his tender touch.

  “You are so wet. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?” his voice whispered in my ear.

  I let out a pleasurable moan as his finger moved inside me.

  “We’re going to stay like this until you come. Understand me?”

  “Yes.” I spoke with bated breath.

  “Good girl.” His lips pressed against the side of my neck. “Not only do I want to feel you come, I also want to hear you.”

  It didn’t take long for my body to surrender to him as a loud moan escaped me while my body trembled and his grip around me tightened from behind. I’d never felt anything like what I had just felt. Of course, I’ve had many orgasms in my life, but this—this was different, and it sent my body to a whole new level of pleasure.

  “That was perfect,” he whispered as I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. He pulled his finger out and took down my panties as I stepped out of them. “Turn around and sit down on the edge of the bed.”

  I did as he asked and watched him as he undressed. Walking over to me, his rock-hard cock was mere inches from my mouth. For the love of God, it was big. Not overly large, but nowhere near small. His fingers stroked my hair as I took his cock in my hand and stroked it up and down. He threw his head back as soft moans escaped his lips. Bringing him closer, I wrapped my lips around him and took him all the way in. His moans intensified, turning me on more than I already was.

  13

  Asher

  It felt like she was pulling the life force out of me and I needed to stop her for I was about to come, and I didn’t want to. Not yet and not this way.

  “As much as I love the way you’re making me feel, you need to stop,” I spoke.

/>   She pulled her mouth from my cock and looked up at me with her beautiful and innocent blue eyes. I brought my finger up and placed it under her chin for I felt like I needed to offer her an explanation.

  “I was about to come, and I don’t want to this way.”

  Reaching in the nightstand, I grabbed a condom and rolled it over my cock. She laid down on the bed as I hovered over her and traced her hardened nipple with my fingers before taking it in my mouth. After pleasuring her breasts, I slid my tongue down her torso until I reached her sweet spot. After all, it was my duty to return the favor. After she reached another orgasm, I pulled her on top of me so I could stare at her beautiful and sexy body while we fucked each other. In a matter of seconds, I was inside her. The warmth of her enveloped my cock, causing an overload of excitement. Her hips moved back and forth as she sat up nice and tall, making sure every inch of my cock was buried deep inside. My hands gripped her perky breasts as my thumbs stimulated her hardened nipples. I could feel she was about to have another orgasm as I was getting ready to explode. She let out a satisfying moan as did I while I gripped her hips and held her down while my cock erupted inside her.

  She fell onto me and I could feel the rapid beating of her heart and the warmth of her breath against my skin as her breathing rate began to slow. She lifted her head and stared into my eyes before rolling off me.

  “Thanks.” She smiled.

  “You’re welcome.” I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

  Removing the condom, I threw it over the side of the bed and into the trash can. Now came the awkward part where I had to tell her she had to leave. Before I had the chance to speak, she climbed out of bed and slipped into her dress.

  “What are you doing?” I asked in confusion.

  “We’re done here, right?” She smiled.

  I furrowed my brows at her for no woman had ever willingly left without some sort of argument or tears.

  “Yeah. I guess we are.”

  “That’s what I thought.” She walked out of the room.

  I quickly pulled on my pants and walked into the living room where she was putting on her heels.

 

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