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  Table of Contents

  credits

  Dedication

  Quote Gabriel García Márquez

  Chapter 1

  chapter II

  chapter III

  chapter IV

  chapter V

  chapter VI

  chapter VII

  chapter VIII

  chapter IX

  chapter X

  chapter XI

  chapter XII

  chapter XIII

  chapter XIV

  chapter XV

  chapter XVI

  chapter XVII

  chapter XVIII

  chapter XIX

  chapter XX

  chapter XXI

  chapter XXII

  chapter XXIII

  chapter XXIV

  chapter XXV

  chapter XXVI

  chapter XXVII

  chapter XXVIII

  Epilogue

  Serie A love forever

  Thanks

  About the Author

  credits

  © 2017 Debbie Forester

  Edited by Jake Jones

  Cover design:

  Kelly Barnes

  This is a work of fiction, figment of imagination of the author. Places and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.

  Total or partial reproduction of this book, or joining a computer system, or transmitted in any form or medium without prior permission from the copyright holder is not allowed. Violation of the conditions may constitute an offense against intellectual property.

  Quote Gabriel García Márquez

  "She asked him if it was true these days,

  as saying the songs, that love could do anything.

  It is true, he answered him, but do not believe it either. "

  Chapter 1

  Pleasanton California, August 2008.

  You should be in bed, but it was impossible to sleep with Michael Donelly slept three doors away. Lori said Stuart is a novel, of which her mother was in the library, it would be the best company. He walked down the hall to the study, the squint the door, heard the voice of Mike talking on the phone, arguing with someone. It quickened pulse and a shiver down his spine when he heard his voice, stood still and silent.

  -I Did not want to go.

  He realized that he was drinking again, it would be best to stay away he had come. Something than it prevented him from moving from where.

  'You've done a lot of shit.

  Would a girlfriend ?, he wondered, no, I thought, was distant and sometimes unfriendly but not rude.

  I am speaking as I get the wins he continued. Isabella not out of this.

  Isabella was the older sister of Michael Donelly and the only human being capable of changing the expression just name it. Then the call was familiar. She watched him open a flask did not know him.

  You're a disaster as an administrator, as a man and as a father! Tell your hooker who will not see a penny of my hotel!

  "Go away, Lori, go away."

  Mike interrupted communication and she decided to enter. Young meanwhile, he took another swig.

  -You're good? -In Dinner had just eaten, behavior with his parents and his manners were impeccable. They did not realize their status. Mike, a frequent visitor of the house, was a companion of his brother's career in business at Stanford.

  The inebriated young look focused on her for long seconds and devoted himself to another drink which apparently was the last. Unjeanbajo wore hip and a tank attached to the body of dark color. Lori had already noticed something that had long hair and shaded chin. He loved his lopsided smile, which rarely appeared, which arose a dimple giving some warmth to the gesture and the dark look that magnetized people. It was a dour for someone so young man with a straight nose and strong jaw. He took his eyes and thick lips outlined. Tall and acuerpado, I saw something shrunk on the couch.

  Come, principessa, sit next to me jerked his hand a place on the couch.

  The soft voice caressed the skin causing a chill. He smiled. She was beautiful when she smiled and it was the first time I called her that, looked at him suspiciously. Mike always kept a cool distance with her and Lori brains wondering why reeled. His behavior was alien, for the first time seemed happy to see her.

  I came for a book. He took a few steps and near the library, pretended to see the titles while ordering his thoughts. He pulled off the shelf the first he found.

  Mike staggered to his feet a little. Lori He had seen countless times and was the first woman other than Isabella who instilled a noble sentiment. Dead before they manifest. He had a good concept to women, they were treacherous, hypocritical and interested. Lori reached out and took him back to the chair.

  No you should drink more I get you some coffee?

  The only thing I want is observed -the top down and took the look on her breasts: talk to you for a while and to look at you.

  Lori knew it was stupid to stay and after discussion with his father, but his invitation was like manna from heaven, would graduate next week and never see him again. He had done everything to get his attention and lost hope. He sat by your side.

  What happens Mike, why drink so much?

  He gave a sarcastic laugh that did not reach his eyes.

  -the List is long, Principessa and do not want to talk about it now.

  He reached out and took a lock of her hair between his fingers. He moved a little closer to her.

  You smell like strawberries. just look out of a jar full of strawberries. Delicious.

  He smiled with that gesture that her pulse, her throat go dry and trancaba breathing. He did not think he was flirting with her.

  It's the one that always use.

  -Already knew.

  She separated from her and leaned back in his place on the couch. He stretched his legs. Lori was stunned by his statement. So he had noticed her.

  I'm going to miss this place when I get back to Los Angeles.

  Lori snorted.

  And the cantaletas mom for the mess too.

  Mike smiled again.

  -Yes too. You do not know how lucky you are.

  I know, but you and your nieces Isabella.

  It's the only thing that allows me to not lose sanity.

  Do not say that, Mike. You have a bright future, friends who love you, I ...

  Mike looked back at her, she changed her smile grimly.

  -What about you…?

  Lori suddenly blushed, which made as transparent as glass. Mike looked at her curiously, said nothing.

  -You Can return whenever you want it ventured.

  It will be difficult, there are many problems with the hotels now. I do not know if Grandma did us a favor leaving everything to my name Are you going to miss you, principessa?

  Of course yes he decided to change the subject, not wanting to be exposed to a rejection talking about the feelings that profesaba- him. You will learn new next to your father's things. It can not be so bad.

  Mike laughed again.

  I would not bet on it.

  Mike took her hand, felt the tingle that Lori and ascended his arm and ended up in the heart, it confirmed that it would be all over with him, as I had imagined. He liked how I fit his hand with hers. The way their skins are joined, touched.

  Lori rose.

  -You want something to eat? At dinner've tried just bite.

  -Do not.

  Talk to me, Mike.

  The young man put his elbows on his knees, tilted her face toward her and looked inexplicably before answering.

  What can possibly know, if you had everything you wanted?

  -A You have not missed anything you nor she said stiffly.

  -Do not misunderstand. He rubbed his face and looked to
side and side. Where do you keep your father's liquor?

  -do Not going to say, you've had enough.

  He bowed his head nodding.

  You -principessa not want to know the sordid details of my family.

  I -Podré stand.

  The sigh.

  -I want to forget.

  The tone in which he uttered those words give Lori to continue delving What was that tormented him ?, why Mike had a hardness of character so different from Nick and Peter? It was like I was not comfortable with his life and what he had. I knew it was motherless, her father did not care about them. Just he returned home by his sister Isabella had married the first year of college and a time now drank too much.

  Mike pulled her close to him again. She What the hell! He was said They would never be this close. Mike sat up and leaned over Lori. He looked into my eyes trying to find something else in her stormy expression. No trace of shame or shyness, he stroked her face, she felt the rough touch of beard, touched the bridge of his nose and jaw. Mike snapped and shook his head several times.

  It's going to be a fucking mistake.

  Lori was like Peter, he had spent more time at home of Stuart during the last year, that his true home. Young was sensational, her blue eyes were almost purple at that time and the blush on her skin was unique, weakly blush under the cheekbones and that made his unrelenting gaze, as if he were her next victim, and maybe it was. She was a tall woman with sharp curves, listening disown his weight, but he was perfect with curly blond hair that fell in waves to below the back. In the middle of the nebula alcohol it was said was wrong seduce the sister of one of his best friends and daughter of the extraordinary couple who were the parents of Lori, but observing her face asking leagues her kisses and her beautiful figure God! It was his kind of woman in all aspects, he commanded the devil resentments.

  Kiss me, Mike.

  Young hands wrapped his face and his lips sealed. Lori was unable to move, Mike's mouth was hot, strong and experienced. An experience not compared to any other. He rubbed his lips over and over again, courting her, urging her to open it, nipped his lower lip. As she capitulated, he submitted with the lips and tongue to a remote and penetrating kiss. Mike soap smelled and tasted liquor. He does not care about me.

  The excitement came to shake her, take her breath and steal all thought. He answered as he had never met anybody in his twenty years of life. He heard her moan. His lips were adjusted to their movements, he opened wider to enjoy the gentle thrusts of his tongue, and longed so different. Mike shook as he released her.

  -Mike ...

  Lori ... she said breathlessly.

  Kiss me more.

  No one had ever been able to make it act first and retrain later. She just wanted to feel his tongue in her mouth. Nothing else.

  Mike grabbed his head, buried her fingers in his hair and took back his lips, he entered without ceremony a few seconds ago, to deprive her of breath.

  He released.

  Crestfallen, legs, hands clutched.

  Get back to your room, Lori He rose as if the couch had tacks.

  Chills it would not stop. It was incredible, cold and unfriendly Mike made her feel breathless and excited as ever.

  Mike, please ...

  The fiery look in his blue eyes and wet lips, he nailed the young in the soul.

  If you do not go, it will be hard to stop.

  I do not want you to stop.

  You know what you're asking? I do not agree, I do not agree to anyone.

  -Do not talk like that.

  I'm a very bad bet.

  -I do not care.

  He laughed quietly. He needed another drink, did not want to return sanity, wanted to stay in that world of blond hair, perfect skin and eyes fathomless.

  Come here, principessa ...

  chapter II

  San Francisco, late April 2014.

  We have to Admiral hotels in my pocket.

  Lori stared at the man sitting across the table. He crossed his legs and took a pencil with which he toyed.

  Explain yourself straightened-his nerve endings at the news and silently waited for Peter to continue.

  Do not you think fabulous? I did not tell you before because I wanted to surprise you. Last week ended the contract with the company that brought them publicity, it was not easy by the way, the bastards fought tooth and nail. We will give a portfolio that will take us to the big leagues.

  Lori remained static.

  It's something rash, I do not think we are ready yet.

  Of course we are ready and so I need with batteries, will be meeting to present the project to Mike Donelley, you will travel to Los Angeles ...

  Wait, wait Lori interrupted. You should go and make the presentation. I do not get along with Mike.

  I do not care, whatever has happened, must bury the hatchet.

  -Choose A part of your body and gladly will.

  Very funny She stared Fijo What is it, Lori? I want the truth, I do not understand your discomfort Did something I should know?

  Nothing, nothing -Lori hid behind the screen of your computer.

  No you returned him since we graduated, as you knew it would any weekend to greet our parents, you escabullías like a hare. Mike esteem and you always question yourself.

  -Good for him.

  Lori ...

  Look, Peter, I have no problem with Mike, it seems arrogant and conceited, but things are mine, you have nothing to worry about.

  Well, if so, I leave you to inspire you dear, call your computer, including mouse budget.

  That mouse has a name; Lilian, apology does not meet your standards of haute couture supermodel.

  Well, well He raised both hands in a gesture of peace-. We'll both go to Los Angeles.

  The man left his office and left Lori mired in confusion.

  They said she was a mature woman of twenty-seven, with his feet firmly on the ground, what happened to Mike years ago, he deserved to be a mere memory, like the many who had hoarded after him. No more he is missing. He huffed and threw his pen on the table. He could follow deceiving thousand more thoughts, but the plain truth was that Mike Donelly had embodied the fantasy of his first year of college and the beginning of their disappointments. He only needed one night and the early hours of the next day to achieve it. He banished the dark thoughts, Lilian called his team and started working.

  He had graduated in advertising and markets with an emphasis on audiovisual media. It was an account executive and also helped in the creative department in the advertising company he founded Peter a year and a half graduate. As Lori finished the race; his brother recruited into their ranks. It was very good professional, with a sack full of ideas to remove them when the occasion demanded, knew how to work under pressure and in a team. He had several charge accounts, but none of the magnitude of Admiral Hotel.

  tireless traveler, enjoyed life and work to the maximum, the altered very little, generous with their time, their money and their affections, had many friends, the closest; Julia Lowell, Jack Donovan and his brother Peter, would die for these three characters.

  The night before the trip to Los Angeles. Jack Donovan had appeared at her apartment, she was lying on the living room sofa in his shirtsleeves, with his feet on the coffee table; he was a very handsome man like Smith Jerrod young boyfriend Samantha Jones, one of the star of Sex and the City.

  Let me recapitulate, you're going to Los Angeles to meet with your dark past that you refuse to speak and by the exponents of the opposite sex, deserve your poor opinion.

  Lori burst out laughing.

  It sounds awful as you say. You, dear, you're the exception.

  Because I'm gay and I consider your gossipy friend.

  She opened a bottle of wine.

  They met because a mutual friend introduced them. Jack needed an ad campaign for its furniture factory and meet Lori had hit it off right away, went out together, went to parties, theater, had traveled a few days to Cancun and Tuscany, they are comf
orted at the end of their love relationships.

  He poured two glasses and handed one to Jack. Sitting on a chair in front of him, pondering what would happen the next day. She had changed to reach office with broken dejeans shorts and a T-strips, she was barefoot and without makeup.

  You've got to face it, Lori, is best. So you stop looking at ourselves as cow dung.

  -A You do not look well and are unfair. I read an interview he did last week in a magazine. Successful men, I think it's called. And it is the same spoiled and arrogant brat I remember.

  -Are you sure? That brat, pulled out a business afloat almost ruined in a few days closed the deal here in San Francisco and begin remodeling another hotel. It may be arrogant, but niñato not think.

  'And you and know that, you're in love with him?

  -Maybe.

  Jack, sorry to tell you that Mike is not gay.

  -And how do you know? Did you try the merchandise?

  Lori pursed his shoulders.

  -The've Tried, then.

  Lori did not want to pursue the subject, but I knew that Jack would not let her calm and chose his pose prim woman who was good at.

  A woman has her secrets.

  Nothing will make you talk after that. He rose and went to the kitchen. How are you going to feed me? He asked the termination of the subject.

  Lori was terrible cook, the housework passed her, when they dined together, Jack did all the work, calling for a restaurant or heated in the microwave some frozen she had food in the fridge.

  Lori went to the kitchen.

  I have lasagna, ravioli, pizza.

  Jack grimaced in disgust.

  No, not again frozen food; do not know how you fit through the door with such a diet, do not even dream, ask Chinese food, today I do not feel like cooking concluded Jack and went to the phone to call his favorite Chinese restaurant. I invite.

  They made the request, spoke of the work of Jack, the new line of furniture that had created with its star designer of the reforms he was doing at home, ate and fired past midnight.

  The Stuart brothers, landed at Los Angeles airport early in the morning. A hotel chain driver picked them up and took them to the offices of the company located in one of the skyscrapers of downtown. Traffic was chaotic at that hour of the morning.