Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (e novels to read txt) 📕

here, and let’s get things moving,” I said to Valerie.

I looked at Phil as he walked through my office door. “What the hell is going on?”

“The Chicago building caught on fire and burnt to the ground last night. I just got the call. Connor,

everything’s destroyed.”

“Shit, are you kidding me, Phil? Do they know what started it?”

“The firefighters are saying that it was arson,” he said.

I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair as I dialed my pilot. “Change of plans, we’re

flying to Chicago first and then California,” I told him. “Let’s go and see how many millions of

dollars I just lost.”

We flew to Chicago and met with the local police and the firefighters. They said it was definitely

arson, and they’d be working hard to try and find the person who did it. They asked me and Phil a

number of questions about employees, friends, and various people we know. I couldn’t think of a

single person who would purposely do this to me. I looked at my watch, and I needed to get on that

plane to California. I told Phil to stay in Chicago for the night, and I’d send the plane back for him

first thing in the morning. He needed to stay behind and fill out a bunch of paper work anyway.

The flight to California seemed unusually long. I got out of my seat to use the bathroom, and when I

came back, I noticed I had a missed call from Ellery. I was arriving in California in less than an hour,

so I decided that I’d call her when I landed. Upon arrival, I got into a cab and headed to her

apartment. I tried to call her, but she didn’t answer. I arrived at her place, and I knocked on the door.

I was feeling nervous to see her again. I didn’t know what to expect from her. When she didn’t

answer, I went downstairs to Mason and Landon’s apartment. Landon came to the door, and he didn’t

look very well.

“Hey, Connor; it’s good to see you, buddy,” he sniffled.

“Hi, Landon; are you sick or something?”

“Yeah, I caught some kind of virus. What brings you here?”

“I’m looking for Ellery, but she’s not answering her door.”

“Her and Mason went to Club 99 for an evening out. You can find them there.”

“Thanks, man, and feel better,” I said as I left.

I hailed a cab, and he dropped me off in front of the club. The line to get in was long, so I pulled a

hundred-dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it to the bouncer. He smiled at me and lifted up the

rope. I walked inside as the music was blaring, and the floor was thumping. There was no way I was

going to find her in this crowd. I decided to hit the bar for a drink before I started looking for her. As

I was almost there, I saw Ellery and Mason standing there doing shots of Tequila. I stopped and

stared at her from behind. The little black skirt she was wearing barely covered her ass, and she had

on high black boots that came to her knees. I felt like I didn’t know that girl standing there. She looked

like a slut to be exact.

I decided to stay back and watch her. She downed six shots of tequila, grabbed Mason’s hand, and

went to the dance floor. I didn’t know how much she had to drink before I got there. I followed her to

the dance floor while keeping some distance. I saw a guy approach her and they started talking. My

blood was boiling, and I could feel the anger rising up. They started dancing together as Ellery was

grinding and moving her body up and down his. I was ready to kill. I went up and tapped the guy on

the shoulder. I slipped him a fifty-dollar bill to leave and indicated that she was mine. Mason saw me

across the crowd, and his eyes widened. I shook my head at him not to let Ellery know it was me

standing behind her. She moved her body up and down me. She brought her hands to my arms. I

tightened my grip on her hips. This girl was in big trouble with me. She turned around and shock

overtook her expression as she looked at me.

“Let’s go now!” I ordered.

“What the hell are you doing here, Connor?” she asked as she jerked her arm from me.

“Why don’t you tell me first, Ellery?!” I yelled.

“I’m having fun,” she slurred.

“You look like a total slut on this dance floor, and thank god I was here or who knows what that

asshole would have done to you.”

She looked away from me and headed towards the bar. I weaved in and out of the crowd, trying to

catch up with her. She’d already downed one shot by time I caught up with her and picked up the next

glass as I grabbed it out of her hand. “You’re drunk, and we’re leaving; let’s go.” I demanded. I threw

some money on the bar and grabbed her hand, pulling