Forever You

her, so I decided to send the
invitation via messenger. I quickly typed a note on my computer.
“Miss Lane, I’m going to properly thank you for your services last night. I will be waiting for
you at Le Sur Restaurant. My driver will pick you up promptly at 7:00 pm ~ Connor Black”
I took the paper off the printer, neatly folded it, and placed it in an envelope. I wrote her name on
the outside and headed out of the building. I called Justin and asked him to meet me at Starbucks.
Justin’s an intern at my company, and I occasionally have him run some personal errands for me when
my secretary isn’t available.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Black,” he said as he sat at the table.
“Hello, Justin, I need you to do a favor for me,” I said as I sat down across from him.
I slid the envelope across the table to him. “I want you to deliver this letter to Miss Ellery Lane. I
have her address right here.”
Justin took the envelope and smiled. “Of course, Mr. Black, I’ll do it right away.”
I took out my wallet and handed him a $50 bill. “Thank you, Justin, this is very important.”
He smiled as he got up from the table. “Thank you, Mr. Black, I’ll deliver it now.”
I sat there, wondering if this was such a good idea. What if she doesn’t show up? I sighed as I
headed back to the penthouse.
Chapter 4
I arrived at the penthouse and walked into the kitchen for a bottle of water. Denny followed behind
me.
“You wanted to see me, Connor?”
“Denny, I need you to pick up Miss Ellery Lane at this address promptly at 7:00 pm,” I said as I
handed him the paper with her address on it.
Denny looked at me as the corners of his mouth turned up. “Miss Lane, huh?”
“Don’t get any ideas, Denny. She helped me home last night from the club, and I’m just thanking her
by taking her to dinner, that’s all.”
“What happened to Miss Ashlyn driving you home?” he asked.
“Let’s just say we didn’t agree on something and then she left. Miss Lane was kind enough to get
my drunken ass home safely. To be honest with you, Denny, I don’t remember a thing about last night.
I found her in the kitchen this morning, making me some nasty hangover drink and coffee.”
He looked at me with a strange look. “So she’s another one of your girls from the club?”
“No, Denny, she’s not. Nothing happened between us when she brought me home.”
He smiled and walked out of the kitchen. I opened the bottle of water and took a sip as I leaned up
against the counter. I headed up the stairs, heading to the bathroom for a shower. I stood under the
stream of hot water as it ran down my body. I was thinking about Ellery and how I can’t get her smile
out of my mind. My heart started to beat a little faster every time I thought about her. I stepped out of
the shower and got dressed. I reached in the cabinet for my cologne. Tonight, I opted to go with
Armani instead of the Dolce & Gabbana that I usually wear. I looked at my watch, noticing that Denny
will be picking Ellery up in 15 minutes. When I arrived at Le Sur, Allison, the red headed hostess,
led me to a private table that sat in the corner of the restaurant.
“Is there anything that I can get you or do for you, Mr. Black?” she smiled.
“No, Allison, I’m good, but thank you,” I said as she frowned and walked away. She’s been trying
to get me in bed for a couple of years. What she doesn’t understand is that she’s not my type. I pulled
out my phone and sent a quick text message to Denny.
“Is she with you?”
“Yes, Mr. Black, she is,” he replied promptly.
I sat at the table, sipping on water because I suddenly became very hot. I took out my phone to
check the stock market, and as I looked up, I saw Allison escorting Ellery to the table. I stared at her
from a distance, and my stomach tied itself in knots. I got up and walked around to her side.
“Good evening, Miss Lane. I’m glad you decided to join me,” I said as I pulled out the chair for
her.
“Good evening, Mr. Black. Thank you for inviting me, but it really wasn’t necessary. Please call
me Elle.”
I didn’t understand why she wanted me to call her Elle. I liked Ellery. I think it’s a beautiful name,
and it shouldn’t be shortened. I looked at her intently.
“Isn’t your name, Ellery?” I asked.
“Yes, but my friends call me Elle,” she said as she took a sip of water.
She considered us friends? How can that be when I only met her this morning? I took my menu from
the table and opened it.
“But we aren’t friends, Ellery.”
I think she took offense to my comment because she narrowed her eyes at me as she said, “Alright
then, Mr. Black, why don’t we just stick to Miss Lane?”
The way she said it was so sarcastic and with such attitude, that I couldn’t help but let a small
smile escape from my lips. I watched her look over the menu, and I