Текст книги "Forever Black"

Автор книги: Sandi Lynn

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Chapter 13

The next morning was a work day, and I did not have to be there till noon. I dragged my ass out of bed and got out of my evening gown. I was thankful he didn’t undress me, ok maybe I wanted him to because the moments we shared on the beach was something I never wanted to forget. I felt something change in him last night.

I stood under the hot water and let it overtake me. I couldn’t stop thinking about Connor and how sweet and gentle he was with me last night. I exposed my deepest secret to him, and now regret was settling in. I should not have shown him that side of me; it was too dangerous. I dressed in my leggings and long tunic top, put my hair up in a ponytail and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. I couldn’t shake the feeling of stupidity for telling him; sometimes I just do not know when to keep my mouth shut.

As I waited for the coffee to brew, I went in my purse and grabbed my phone; there was a text message from Connor.

“Hi, I hope you slept well, I just wanted to see if you were up and how you were feeling.”

A small smile escaped me as I replied, “Good morning, I slept good and I’m feeling fine, thank you for your concern. I hope you have a terrific day and don’t work too hard.”

“I’m glad you are feeling fine, and I always work hard, it’s why I’m as successful as I am.”

“I believe that and thank you for taking care of me last night, I owe you one!  

“Consider it repayment for when you got me home safe. I have a meeting TTYL.”

“Bye.”

I poured some coffee into a mug that read: “I’m not gay, but my ex-boyfriend is,” compliments of Peyton. I walked over at the desk that housed my laptop, opened the drawer and took out the piece of paper that sits neatly on top of a magazine. I looked over the paper and with a pen I scribbled on it and put it back in its place till I needed it again.

I stepped outside and walked down the street, I had an hour before I had to be at work, so I decided to walk the few blocks it took to get there. The air was cooler today as the sun hid behind a stream of clouds. Today was a different sight than it had been in months. People had broken into their fall wardrobe and pulled out the “chilly” day clothes. Pants, long sleeves, cardigans and light jackets graced the streets of New York City as people prepared for the arrival of fall.

I passed Starbucks on my way to work, and of course, I had to stop as if I needed more caffeine. I walked in and stood in a line that took up half the café. I reached in my bag and grabbed my phone, I promised Peyton I would call and tell her about last night. I dialed her number and waited for her to answer; after a few rings it went to voicemail.

“Hey Peyton, it’s me, I had a fabulous time last night with Connor. I’m on my way to work, call me later for girl talk, love ya.”

It was finally my turn as I ordered a Grande Cinnamon Dolce Latte. I paid the barista and walked outside with my coffee in hand and on my way to work. As I walked down the crowded street, I noticed a black Limo parked across from a tall building. The Limo door opened as a familiar woman got out and then came Connor, following her and adjusting his tie. My stomach felt sick and my heart started racing, not out of passion, but out of nerves. He looked over and saw me standing there a few feet away. I couldn’t let him know the rage and jealousy I was feeling at that moment seeing them together, so I smiled and waved just like any friend would do. His face looked pained when he saw me. He did not smile back; he could only manage a small wave. They walked up to the tall building and went inside. As I walked past, I noticed the name of the business on the large double doors, “Black Enterprises.” I never realized that is what this building was as I passed it all the time.

I continued walking as a wave of betrayal coursed through my veins. There was no reason for me to feel this way. Connor and I are friends and nothing more; there could never be more. I struggled with my emotions all the way to work and tried to reason with myself that he did nothing wrong. If he and I were going to remain friends, then I would have to get used to seeing him with other women. He was not mine, and I was not his. I kept saying that as I finally arrived at work.

It was a slow day at work, which sucked because it gave me more time to think about Connor and the tall beautiful woman that got out of the Limo. I had no right to even think about them, but after the moment we shared last night, I could not help but wonder that maybe he had feelings for me. Whom was I kidding? Connor Black is a player, and I’ve already been warned about him. I needed to do some serious soul-searching, and the best place to do that was at my favorite pizza place.

The workday finally ended. I grabbed my phone and purse and headed out the door. I came to a standstill when I saw Denny leaning up against the Limo parked at the curb. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Hi Denny, what are you doing here?” I curiously asked.

“Hello Miss Lane, Mr. Black sent me to pick you up and take you to the restaurant where he will meet you in 15 minutes for dinner.”

“Is that so?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. He looked at me with a smirk on his face because he knew what was coming next.

“You can tell Mr. Black that I am not available this evening. I have other plans.”

I started walking away as I turned my head back, “Also, tell him that if he wants to have dinner with me then he can pick up the phone and ask me.” I put my hand up and waved, “Bye Denny have a great night.”

Pizzapopolous was a couple of blocks away, and the chilly evening air was settling in. I sat down at a table close to the window and opened the menu. The restaurant was small with about 20 tables that took up the space. The white walls were decorated with photographs of all the celebrities that dined there. The tables were decorated with red and white gingham tablecloths and white napkins. The atmosphere was casual and quaint, and they had the best pizza.

I was digging through my purse for my phone when I saw the shadow of someone sit down across from me. I looked up, and there was Connor glaring at me; I rolled my eyes.

“So, this is where you want to have dinner?” he asked.

I tilted my head to the side and looked at his smoldering face, “Yes Connor, this is where I’m having dinner tonight, and I don’t believe you were invited.”

He put his hand over his heart, “Ouch that stings Ellery. I invited you to dinner, and you turned me down, so I took it upon myself to join you.”

“How do you know I want company?”

He put his hands on the table and folded them, “I don’t, but since I’m here we might as well dine together,” he said as he looked around the restaurant.

The whole point of this dinner was for me to do some soul-searching and that was going to be extremely hard with him sitting across from me.

The waitress came over and started drooling when she asked Connor what he would like to order. He looked the menu up and down and decided on a salad. I looked at him and grabbed the menu out of his hand.

“You cannot sit in a pizza place and only get a salad.”

I looked at the waitress and cleared my throat to divert her attention away from Connor. “We’ll have a large deep dish with pepperoni, mushrooms and black olives, a large antipasto salad and an order of bread sticks.”

Connor brought his finger up and rested it on his lips, “Do you actually think I’m going to eat that pizza?”

“I don’t think you are; I know you are,” I smiled.

I set my phone on the table and looked at him. If he so rudely wanted to interrupt my dinner plans, then he will have to answer some questions. “Who is that woman you’re always with?” The words just came out before I could think about them. He shifted in his seat.

“She’s a friend Ellery,” he softly answered my question. I knew he was lying. Perhaps she was a friend, but what kind of friend is what I wanted to know.

“What kind of friend Connor?”

His green eyes turned dark as he glared at me, “She doesn’t matter Ellery; she is a friend and that is all you need to know.”

I raised my eyebrows, “I think after what I told you last night you would be willing to tell me a few things.”

“I’m not in the habit of discussing my personal life. It’s called personal for a reason Ellery.”

He didn’t realize it, but at that moment he made a decision for me. The waitress brought our pizza and put it in the middle of the table along with salad and bread sticks. I picked up a slice of pizza with the spatula and put it on his plate. He sighed and grabbed his fork and knife.

“What? Are you kidding me? Put that down right now Connor Black.”

He looked startled, “What? What the hell is wrong?”

I leaned over the table and grabbed the knife and fork out of his hand, “You are not eating pizza with a knife and fork.”

“Then how the hell am I supposed to eat it?”

He was so damn sexy at that moment. I picked up my pizza and took a bite. With a mouthful, I said, “Like this, pick it up and bite into it.”

“That’s disgusting and don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“If you won’t do it then I will.” I picked up the pizza from his plate and held it up to his mouth.

“Bite” I demanded.

He raised his eyebrows at me, “Do you have any idea how sexy that sounds?” he winked.

I couldn’t help but let out a light laugh as I hit him on his arm. He rolled his eyes, which was sexy as hell, opened his mouth and took a bite of the pizza. I smiled as I put the pizza back on his plate.

“My turn,” he smiled.

“Your turn what?”

He took the pizza from my plate and held it up.

“Bite” he demanded.

I took a bite, and a wide grin graced his perfect face. I think that may have been the first time since I’ve known him that I’ve seen him smile like that. It was the most beautiful and warm smile I’ve ever seen, and it made my heart flutter.

We ate more pizza, talked and ate some salad. The waitress kept walking by our table and giving Connor flirtatious smiles.

“Don’t you ever get sick and tired of all the ogling you get from women?”

He laughed, “Don’t you get sick of all the ogling you get from men?”

I twisted my face in confusion, “I don’t get that.”

“Yes you do Ellery, I see it every time I’m with you; the only difference is men are more discreet about it than women are.”

I never noticed men ogling me before; I’ll have to start paying more attention. As we were laughing and enjoying our conversation my phone rang; it was my Aunt Patti’s number. I looked at Connor, “I have to get this.” He nodded his head and took out his phone.

“Hello,” I answered. The voice on the other end was my cousin Debbie.

“Ellery, it’s Debbie, I wanted to let you know that mom and dad were...” she started sobbing, “In a car accident, and they both were killed.”

Her sobs grew harder as a tear fell down my cheek. Connor looked at me and reached for my hand resting on the table. “Debbie, I’m so sorry; I will be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you Elle, I’ll call you with the details.”

I hung up and looked at Connor who was staring at me with a worried look in his eye, “Ellery, what happened?”

“My aunt and uncle were killed in a car accident. I need to get out of here Connor.”

I grabbed my purse and took out some money. Connor grabbed it from my hands and shoved it back in my purse, “I got this.”

 I couldn’t fall apart in front of him; I had to hold it together, at least till I got home, when I was alone.

He threw some money on the table and followed me out of the restaurant. My head was in a daze, and I was confused. I looked in both directions forgetting which way I needed to go. He put his arm around me and pulled me into him leading me to where Denny had parked the Limo. I stumbled a few times, but the strength of his arms held me up. He opened the door and helped me in. I slid to the other side as he got in and sat beside me. He didn’t say a word; he only wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. Feeling the warmth and security of him, I clenched his shirt in my hands and started crying. He rubbed his hand up and down my back as his chin rested on my head. At that moment I didn’t care that he saw me like this, I just needed to be with someone right now, and he was more than willing to be that someone.

Chapter 14

We walked into my apartment. Connor shut the door behind him. I threw my purse on the table and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine.

“Are you ok?” Connor asked as he followed closely behind. I scratched my head, “Yeah, I’m fine, do you want some wine?”

“Ah no, I really have to go. I have a meeting with someone.”

I rolled my eyes with my back turned to him because I’m sure his meeting had to do with getting laid. I opened the bottle, poured some into a glass and turned around putting one hand on his chest.

“Thank you Connor, I appreciate everything.”

He put his hand to my face and gently wiped away a couple of tears that were left with his thumb. “I know you do, and you are welcome.”

Fire swept through my body heating every part that ached for him at this moment. This was a side of him that was tender and gentle; a side I wanted to know better. My heart started racing, and the butterflies fluttered around every time he touched me. I was vulnerable at this moment, and all I could think about was kissing him passionately. I restrained myself because I was not about to ruin our friendship.

I patted him on the chest, “You better go to your meeting Mr. Black; it’s rude to keep someone waiting.”

He managed a small smile, “If you need anything, anything at all, please call me,” he said as he pressed his lips against my forehead.

“I will, now go have a good night.”

I shut the door behind him and sat down with my wine. For someone my age, I have experienced death more times than I should have. I needed to call Peyton and let her know what was going on. As I got up and reached for my phone, there was a knock at the door. I looked out the peep-hole and saw Connor standing there.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

He walked inside, “Pack a bag; you’re staying at my place tonight.”

I looked at him with a stunned look, “No I’m not. I’m staying home.”

He sighed, “Elle, for once, just once, please do as I say.”

“I’m not a child Connor, and frankly you cannot order me around, I thought we had this discussion already?”

He walked over to the corner of the room where my easel was and looked at the unfinished painting sitting on it. His tone changed, “I don’t think you should be alone tonight after the news you received, and my place has a guest room. I would feel better knowing you were not alone.”

He struggled with every word he just spoke; I now realized that he had a hard time with emotions.

“Ok Connor, give me a minute.” He nodded his head never taking his eyes off the painting.

I threw a few things in a bag and walked over to him standing by the easel. “This is what you were drawing in Central Park, isn’t it? The bride and groom in front of the fountain?”

“Yeah, I started painting it that night.”

“From what I can see, you are a very talented artist.”

“Thanks Mr. Black, now let’s go.” He smiled and took my bag from me; he was full of surprises today.

His penthouse was breathtaking, from the marble floors in the hallway to the white walls and 2 story windows. The living room housed a beautiful dark grey sofa, a large square wood table in the center and 2 leather wingback chairs, in a soft grey. Long curtains hung from the floor to ceiling windows as the marble fireplace was the focal point of the room. Black and white pictures hung vertically on the walls in groups of three with various city scenes from around the world. He came up behind me as I was staring at the pictures.

“Do you like these?”

I smiled, “Yes, they are beautiful. Where did you get them?”

“I took them.”

I whipped my head around, and the look on my face must have amused him because he started laughing.

“You took these?” I emphasized each word.

“You look so surprised Ellery. Photography is a hobby of mine.”

“Well, how would I know that Connor since you refuse to tell me anything about you?”

I stood there and studied the photographs. I smiled because at that moment I realized we had something in common; we were both artists. I painted pictures and he took them.

“Your home is beautiful, did you decorate it?”

“No, my sister did.”

I looked at him confused, “You have a sister?”

“Yes and she is an interior designer, she did this place and my office building.”

I nodded my head up and down, “I get the impression talent runs in the family.”

He laughed as he walked over to his bar, “Drink?” he asked.

“Shot of Jack please.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes widened.

“Why, does that surprise you?”

He reached for a shot glass, “It doesn’t, well, maybe it does; I just don’t know any women who do shots of Jack Daniels straight.”

He handed me the shot glass as I held it up, “You do now.” I threw it back as it burned all the way down, but it felt good.

“I thought you didn’t do sleepovers Mr. Black?”

He looked at me and grinned, “I don’t Miss Lane. I never have, but tonight I made an exception for a friend.” He emphasized the word friend. “Because I felt she shouldn’t be alone.” He poured another shot and held up the glass.

“One more shot?” he asked.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

He looked at me in that sexy way that made my body ache. “Should I be?”

I threw back the shot and sat down on the couch. Connor walked over with his glass of scotch and sat next to me, “Are you ok?” he asked.

I looked up at him and sighed, “I’m fine, I was just thinking of how I’ll be able to visit my mom and dad’s grave when I’m back in Michigan.”

I looked at him, blue eyes staring into green and seriously spoke, “When I die, I don’t want a funeral. I don’t want people staring at my dead body and crying over me. I want to be cremated and have my ashes scattered around Paris.”

Connor stared at me and gave me an irritated look. “Stop talking like that; you have many years to decide what you want.”

“Connor, I’m serious, I want people to drink and celebrate me. I want them to remember the good times, not mourn in the death of me.”

“Ok, you need to stop because you are talking as if you’re going to die tomorrow.”

“You never know what each day will bring, that is why I say nothing lasts forever.”

“Ok, I think Mr. Daniels has gotten to you, let’s get some sleep, I have to work in the morning.”

We walked upstairs and he showed me to my room. “Good night Elle, sleep well,” he said as he walked out and towards his bedroom.

“Good night Connor.”

I changed into my nightshirt and climbed into the comfy king size bed that occupied the room. I took in the luxurious feel of the satin sheets as I looked around at the classically decorated room. The taupe walls with carved moldings were astounding. There was a beige dresser with a large round mirror that sat above it and matching night stands on each side of the bed. The large window had built-in bookcases on each side with a window seat that was covered with the same material as the bed comforter. I could curl up here and stay forever residing in its beauty and comfort.

It was too late to call Peyton, so I decided to text her and let her know what was going on.

“I got some terrible news today. My cousin called me earlier; my aunt and uncle died in a car accident. I’ll be going back to Michigan in a couple of days for the funeral. I wanted you to know so you didn’t worry.”

“OMG, I’m so sorry, do you want me to come over? You shouldn’t be alone.”

I’m fine, and I’m staying at Connors tonight; he was with me when I got the call.” 

“Seriously Elle? What the hell is going on between the two of you? Did you sleep with him?”

“NO! We’re just friends, and I’m staying in the guest room.”

“Shut the fuck up and get into that mans bed, let him make you forget about everything bad, at least for tonight.”

“LOL, good night Peyton, I’ll keep in touch.”

“Live Elle! Have you ever heard of friends with benefits? Nighty night…”

She was right, when I’m with Connor he does make me forget about everything bad, but the ironic thing is he’s the one who’s bad for me. One of us will have our heartbroken by the other, and I cannot have that in my life right now.