by Mia Ford
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Table of Contents
Inseparable
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
Blurb
She’s meant to be mine, and this time I’m not letting her go!
I’m done with gold diggers,
And growing my business is all that matters to me.
Until…
I spot her at the bar.
She ignites that passion in me…once again!
And I decide to claim her for good.
I’m gonna make sure she moans my name and begs for more.
And when life seems so perfect,
I discover more about her.
I can’t believe she kept secrets from me.
She’s a woman I never meant to hurt.
And now I am faced with a choice:
Do I let go of the past?
Or give our relationship a second chance?
Two lost souls, running from the pain of their pasts, find love, passion, and more than they could have imagined possible, but are they prepared to do the work to have it all?
Chapter 1
Amanda
The waiter glanced at the empty seat across from me at my table as he filled my water glass for the second time. I straightened the fork on the linen napkin in front of me and sighed, putting my hands in my lap. The restaurant was full, and there were people waiting at the front for tables. I felt slightly uncomfortable sitting there without ordering anything, but I wasn’t quite sure what was going on yet. I stopped the waiter before he left my table and requested a glass of chardonnay so that at least I wouldn’t be sitting there empty-handed. I was supposed to be meeting my best friend Lindsey to go over some wedding details.
Lindsey had been my best friend since before I could remember. We had grown up together and continued our lives in the same place, Los Angeles, California. We were LA girls and that would never change. Lindsey had met her fiancé Jordan Smith at a happy hour event at that very restaurant, and it was all history from there. I liked Jordan a lot, and the two of them fit together so perfectly. At times it made me jealous, but then I remembered what kind of assholes that men could be.
In any case, Lindsey was supposed to be there to talk about her upcoming wedding. I was the Maid of Honor, and the big day was only a month away with about a thousand things to get done. I loved her, but sometimes, it was like she thought these things would magically get solved if she just ignored them. The wedding planning had started out with a bang after her engagement, but the closer we got, the more exhausted I could see her getting with it all. We were all at the point where we just wanted the wedding to be there. I reached in my purse and pulled out my phone, which was buzzing wildly.
“Where are you?” I whispered with irritation.
“I’m so sorry, Amanda,” she said. “I have a photo shoot going on, and I thought it would be over, but things are taking way too long. I don’t think I can make dinner today. We will reschedule really soon.”
Lindsey was one of those girls with the perfect body, perfect complexion, and curves in all the right places. She was not just a could-be model but an actual one. She lived a luxurious life, and it always made me giggle seeing her on different ads through the city. She was so goofy in real life but so serious when it came to her job. I sighed and took a drink of my wine.
“It’s alright,” I said. “Call me when you’re done, and we’ll reschedule.”
“Thank you,” she said sweetly. “I love you to pieces. I gotta go. The photographer is coming back.”
I hung up the phone, and my smile quickly faded away. I tried to be understanding, but I was a little irritated. I had been sitting there on my own for over twenty minutes. I looked around, feeling my stomach grumbling and decided why not just eat there. I was already sitting there. I flagged the waiter down and whispered to him.
“My guest is not coming,” I said. “I’m going to stay, but I’ll move to the bar to free this table up for someone else.”
“Very good, ma’am,” he said with a smile and nod. “I’ll have your check transferred over.”
“I’m very sorry,” I said, standing up and grabbing my clutch off the table.
“It’s really no problem,” he said kindly, leading me to the bar. “It happens a lot.”
I smiled and stood to the side as he turned and headed into the back. I shook my head, slightly embarrassed about having to cancel a table like that, but the last thing I wanted to do was sit alone at a table and eat. I walked over to the bar and smiled, hanging my bag over the back of the chair and climbing up to sit down. I placed my clutch on the bar and looked down, doing a double take at the really handsome man sitting two chairs down. He smiled at me, and I blushed, looking back at the bartender as he handed me a menu. As I skimmed down the list of entrees and placed my order, I could see the hot guy moving over beside me.
“Do you mind if I sit down?” he asked.
“Not at all,” I replied, feeling the instant attraction between the two of us.
“I’m Nathan,” he said, reaching his hand out.
“Amanda,” I replied with a smile.
“What brings you here all alone today, Amanda?”
“I was supposed to meet my best friend, but work kept her away,” I said.
“Her loss, my gain,” he replied with a charming smile.
“How about you?”
“Drinking my problems away,” he said with a laugh. “I’m just kidding. I wanted to get away from the crowds, I guess.”
“I can understand that,” I said, laughing.
We sat, ate, drank, and talked through the whole evening. He was really charming, and he happened to own his own tech company, though I wasn’t sure which one. From the look of the Rolex on his wrist and the Louis Vuitton suit he was wearing, I suspected he didn’t do too bad for himself. The drinks were starting to go to my head, but I didn’t mind at all. I was enjoying this unexpected meeting.
“I had to talk her out of floral print for the bridesmaids.” I laughed. “It’s been a nightmare.”
“It sounds like it.” He chuckled, finishing up his drink and looking around the emptying restaurant. “Seems like we might have overstayed our welcome.”
“Oh, gosh,” I said, looking at the time. “Would you like to come back to my place for another drink?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, flagging down the bartender. “I’ll take both our checks.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said, shaking my head.
“Please, it would make me feel like I was a gentleman.” He smiled.
I laughed and picked up my stuff while he paid the tabs. We went outside, and he waved to a black sedan parked down the block. The car drove forward and stopped in front of us, the driver getting out and opening the door.
“Shall we?” he asked.
“Well, sure,” I said, impressed.
When we got to my house, Nathan instructed the driver that he would call when he was ready. I unlocked the front door and walked inside with him trailing behind. I made my way to the kitchen where I kept the liquor and reached for the whiskey on the top shelf. I froze, though, feeling Nathan’s hands slide around my waist, and his crotch rub against my ass. I closed my eyes as he ran his lips over my neck before turning me around to face him. He cradled my face in his hand and pressed his lips passionately to mine, wasting no time. We both knew this was why I’d invited him back to my place, and I knew I wanted to get him out of those clothes and run my hands through his dark hair.
He picked me up, and I straddled him, my arms wrapped around his neck and my lips still glued to his. He pulled back and looked at me with his big brown eyes, a flicker of a smile crossing his lips. He rested my ass on the edge of the counter and ran his hand up my thigh, pausing after crossing over and lingering under the edge of my short skirt.
“Where is the bedroom?” he asked.
I smiled and kissed his lips. Then I hopped down, grabbed his hand, and pulled him through the living room and down the hall to my bedroom. He kicked the door shut as we walked in. I backed up toward the bed, smiling coyly and pulling my top over my head, and he looked at me with lust.
He walked forward, removing his suit jacket and tie and reached down, unzipping my skirt. I slid it off and sat down on the bed, sliding myself up until my back rested against the headboard. I watched as he undressed, pulling off his shirt and revealing his hard, tanned muscles underneath. He was absolutely gorgeous, and I wanted to fuck the hell out of him.
When he was down to his tight, black boxer briefs, he crawled toward me, grabbing my ankles and yanking me closer to him. I laughed as I slid down and laid my head on the pillows. He slowly pulled my panties off and tossed them to the side. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, allowing my breasts to bounce out. He smiled and laid down on his stomach, hooking my legs over his shoulders. I ran my hand through his dark hair and closed my eyes as his tongue began to flick against my clit. He pulled my folds apart and licked up through my juices, driving me absolutely wild.
“Turn around,” I moaned.
He turned his body and stopped next to me. I reached up and pulled his boxers down to his knees, taking his big, hard cock out and wrapping my lips around it. He groaned as I twisted to the side, feeling his face dive back between my legs, my head bobbing up and down his pulsing shaft. The feeling of his mouth against my pussy was too much for me to bear, and I sucked hard on his cock before pulling my head back and screaming in ecstasy. My entire body went rigid, my orgasm flowing through every vein and every muscle. He pulled his head up, smiling, and took his boxers the rest of the way off, leaning over the bed and grabbing a condom. I writhed on the covers, my body beginning to relax just as he slid the rubber down his erection and spread my legs apart. He pushed his cock deep inside of me.
I screamed out, feeling him completely fill me with his enormous shaft, pushing and pulling through the flood of juices. He reached up and grabbed my tits, pounding his cock into me over and over, sweat beading up on his firm chest. I bit my lip and pulled him down, swirling my tongue through his mouth and moaning down his throat. He gripped my shoulders and pumped his hips over and over, his eyes dark with passion. He pulled his body up and pumped several more times before pulling out and flipping me over.
I raised up on all fours and gripped down on the covers as he pushed inside of me again. His hand slid up my back and he leaned forward, wrapping the other around me and sliding it over my clit. His fingers rubbed hard on my nub as he thrust into me with heat, our skin slapping hard against each other. I moaned out, feeling the fire in my belly beginning to rise as he grunted deeply, turning me on even more.
“God,” he groaned. “Rub your pussy for me.”
I reached back with one hand and replaced his fingers, rubbing circles around my clit as he sat up, grabbed my hips, and slammed into me over and over again. My moans reached a fevered pitch, and I could feel the fire begin to explode. I screamed out, rubbing faster between my legs before shuddering wildly. I came hard, my body lurching in ecstasy as he thrust deep inside of me and growled, his body pulsing as he came, too. His hot seed filled the condom as my pussy vibrated against his shaft.
When we both had felt the entire course of our pleasure, he pulled out and walked into the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he climbed in my bed and pulled me close to him, wrapping his big arms around me and letting out a deep sigh. Normally, I didn’t have my one-night stands fall asleep in my bed, but as his eyes shut and his breathing deepened, I found myself too comfortable to move. I let go, falling into a dreamless sleep, wrapped in the arms of this interesting, sexy man.
Chapter 2
Nathan
I opened my eyes slowly, remembering before I did that I was in Amanda’s house and not my own. I looked down at the beautiful girl sleeping on my chest, her long, dark hair wildly strewn around her. I rubbed my hand down her side, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin under my fingers. She moaned slightly and tilted her head up, smiling sweetly, her eyelashes batting over her big blue eyes. She was breathtaking. She yawned and scooted over next to me, stretching her arms over her head.
“Good morning,” I said with a smile. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby,” she groaned. “How about you?”
“I don’t think I moved an inch all night,” I said, looking up at the fan and then back at her. “Do you have plans this morning?”
“No,” she said, pulling the sheet up over her. “You?”
“I have a meeting later but nothing this morning,” I replied. “Let me take you to breakfast.”
“Alright,” she said after a moment of contemplation. “I suppose I could use some breakfast after all that liquor I drank last night.”
“Me too,” I said, climbing out of the bed. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go. I know a nice quiet place.”
She smiled and leapt out of bed, exposing the perfect curves of her petite little body. We got dressed, and she gave me a toothbrush to use. When we were ready, we met the car downstairs and headed out to a little diner on the other side of the city. We spent breakfast getting to know each other a little better.
“So, what company do you own?” she asked.
“I own iTech,” I said.
She swallowed hard. “What?”
“Yeah, I wanted to wait to give out that little gem.” I laughed.
“I could see how that might be intimidating to someone.” She laughed.
“Not so much intimidating as finding out that people are only interested in my friendship for my money,” I said.
“Oh,” she replied, scrunching her nose. “I’m sorry about that.”
“And you want to open your own mental health clinic for children,” I stated.
“Yep,” she replied, nodding. “Eventually. I only graduated two semesters ago, so I am still testing the waters.”
I watched her intently as she passionately spoke about her future plans. I found that I really enjoyed being around her. She was interesting and enlightening in certain ways. Sure, she was hotter than hell, with that adorable nose and big pouty smile, but inside, she was driven and wanted to help others, something that you didn’t find in many people these days. She wasn’t the typical LA beach bunny that I found out here. She was a real woman with real aspirations. Listening to her talk gave me that tingle of excitement I had when I first started my own company.
It wasn’t often that I met a girl that made me feel that way. In fact, I hadn’t enjoyed being around a woman like that since before my fiancée and I broke things off. We had been together for years, and she had been there for the money and after it. I thought the relationship was solid, but then I found out that she was cheating on me. Worse than that, she’d been telling her boyfriend how rich the two of them were going to be once she had finished with me. It was heartbreaking and shocking, to say the least, and after I broke things off with her, I had a hard time trusting any woman. I felt like the sanctity of trust had been altered, and I wouldn’t ever be able to trust another woman again.
