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  My Forever

  J. L. Perry

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  My Forever

  Copyright © 2014 J. L. Perry

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the produce of the author’s imagination or used factitiously. Any resemblance to the actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Editing by Kim Young of Kim’s Editing Services.

  Formatted by Max Henry of Max Effect Author Services

  ISBN: 0092529018

  ISBN-13: 978-0-9925290-1-7

  Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Jacinta’s Story

  Acknowledgements

  Contact J.L. Perry

  Books by J. L. Perry

  Destiny Series.

  My Destiny

  My Forever

  Damaged – Jacinta’s Story

  (Coming, 2014)

  A note from the Author.

  Warning: this book contains sexual content, coarse language and some violence. It is recommended for persons over the age of 18.

  This book

  is dedicated to my little boy…

  My heart.

  My soul.

  My life.

  My everything.

  PRO

  LOGUE

  Brooke

  It’s been a little over three months since Logan proposed to me, and life couldn’t be better. We are more in love than ever, if that is even possible. I love this man with all my heart and soul, and can’t wait to become Mrs. Brooke Cavanagh. There is no doubt in my mind that we are destined to be together. It’s like we were made for each other. We just fit perfectly—like two pieces of a puzzle.

  I’ve only had the past three months to organise our wedding. It wasn’t much time, but with the kind of money Logan has, I soon learned that nothing is impossible. I would have liked a bit longer to plan our special day, but Logan wanted us to marry as soon as possible. Honestly, I was lucky he gave me three months!

  Thank heavens I had his mother and sister to help me with all the preparations. It was sweet that Logan was in such a hurry to marry me, and there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for him. I want to make him as happy as he makes me.

  A few weeks after our engagement, I had approached Logan about drawing up a pre-nuptial agreement. Let’s just say it didn’t go down too well. I wanted to prove to Logan that I loved him and not his money. If our marriage didn’t last for some reason, I wanted to sign over all my rights to his fortune. Even though being with him for the rest of my life was what I wanted, I also lived in the real world. After everything that had happened between Jake and I, I knew nothing was certain.

  Needless to say, we had our first major fight when I brought it up. He refused to draw up the document and was totally pissed that I had even asked him to. Logan had screamed at me as he told me there was no way our marriage wouldn’t last, and he didn’t want to hear me mention it again. We exchanged a few heated words, which ended up with me storming off in tears. That was not how I envisioned our conversation ending.

  After Logan came to me that afternoon and apologised for getting angry, we made up. We both sat down and had a long talk about it. Once I had explained to him my reasons for wanting the pre-nup, he assured me that I had absolutely nothing to prove. He explained that he knew I loved him unconditionally, and that I wasn’t interested in his money. When he brought up all the times I have been angry with him because he’d spent money on me, we both had a good chuckle. Logan also said that if our marriage didn’t last, he would make sure that I was set up for the future…whether I wanted it or not.

  Money wasn’t important to me, and I needed him to know that. I’d grown up without money, and I knew that money couldn’t buy happiness. I’d also brought up what his aunt had said to me that day…about being a gold digger. Even though I knew I wasn’t, her comments still played in my mind occasionally. Whenever I spoke of her, Logan always became enraged. He told me not to think about anything that she’d said to me that day because she was an evil bitch.

  What I really wanted, though, was for Logan to know that I would love him whether we were rich or poor. The only thing that was important to me was him, not his money. He told me that was one of the many reasons he loved me so much. Most of his previous relationships always centred around his money or social status. It hurt me to think that someone would use him like that. He’s not only gorgeous, but loving, caring, and compassionate towards others. In my eyes, Logan’s money was the least appealing thing about him because he had so much more to offer.

  Things have been going so well for us. We had our first Christmas together, which was perfect. We bought a huge tree, and Logan even helped me decorate it. He said he wanted us to create our own Christmas traditions together.

  The tree looked beautiful. We had originally wanted to buy a real tree, but we wouldn’t have been able to fit it into the elevator. Instead, we bought an artificial one, but it was still beautiful. Of course, Logan had to buy the biggest and best one we could find. It looked like the kind of Christmas tree that you would find in a department store, not in someone’s living room. It was massive!

  We needed a ladder just to decorate the top of it. Logan also bought the best decorations money could buy. The colour scheme of gold and red was what we chose, which looked amazing against the green tree. It was also covered in tiny gold fairy lights.

  Logan gave Jill and Chris a few weeks off over Christmas. He said he did this every year. He sent them on an all-expenses paid trip to anywhere in the world, along with a huge Christmas bonus. He was so good to them. In return, they looked after him well.

  Just the two of us in the house was nice. I got to cook and look after him. I had missed doing all those simple things.

  Our first New Year’s together was special, as well. Logan surprised me by setting up a picnic on the rooftop of his building. We lay up there, under the stars, on a blanket which was surrounded by giant fluffy pillows. He had placed fairy lights and candles everywhere. It was spectacular!

  We ate seafood and drank champagne as we watched the fireworks. It was a magical evening and the perfect way to bring in the New Year. We also made love under the stars. Thankfully, being the owner of the penthouse apartment, he was the only one who had access to the roof.

  Logan’s birthday was in January, and his mother and sister helped me organise a small party at home for him. It turned out to be a great day, and Logan enjoyed being the centre of attention. I spoiled him from the moment he opened his eyes that morning. Of course, his birthday paled in comparison to the one the he’d given me last year, but he seemed happy with what I’d done for him. We also had plenty of birthday sex, per his request. Like always, it was mind-blowing. />
  Our first Valentine’s Day together was amazing. After surprising me by coming home from work early that day with the biggest arrangement of flowers I had ever seen, he’d taken me out for a nice lunch. The real surprise came after lunch, though, because he had secretly hired the helicopter again. We flew back to the same private beach we had gone to last year. As we drank champagne and ate chocolate-covered strawberries, we watched the sunset over the ocean. It was so romantic.

  A few weeks before the wedding, Michelle, Claire, and a few of the girls from the studio took me out drinking and dancing. They said it was my bachelorette party. Of course, they made me wear an assorted array of penis paraphernalia, which I found hilarious. The boys spent the day at the racetrack.

  I got pretty drunk that night, but I had so much fun. However, Logan got upset with Michelle when we arrived back at the penthouse. It was the first time he had ever seen me so drunk. Michelle wasn’t too concerned, though. After he finished his rant, she just flipped him off. I, in turn, received a dirty look from him when I giggled.

  While I spent most of the night in the bathroom, Logan sat up with me, which was sweet. I thought I would get a lecture in the morning, but I didn’t. He told me that my monstrous hangover was punishment enough.

  My father and I were becoming closer. We were still taking it slow, which was a good thing. I still had a lot of resentment about the way he had treated my mother all those years ago. Even though my mum was no longer alive, I still felt very protective when it came to her. She had endured a lot over the years because of his actions, but I was slowly making peace with it all.

  Other than that, our life is pretty much still the same. We are both working hard, and my studio has turned out to be very successful. My girls are working towards our end-of-year concert, but that is still several months away. Michelle has become my best friend, and having her working for me is great. She is such an asset to my company.

  Even though Logan and I are both so busy with our work, we still make plenty of time for each other. He is still as thoughtful and caring as ever, and I love him for it.

  In the short time we have been together, we’ve faced more drama than most couples go through in a lifetime. It has been tough, but it’s brought us closer together. We have formed an unbreakable bond. I thought that, after everything we have been through over the past year, nothing we face in the future can compare.

  Boy, was I wrong.

  Little did I know that, over the next few years, some unimaginable things will happen, and we will face our toughest challenges yet…

  CHAPT

  ER ONE

  Brooke

  Today is my last day as Brooke Ryan. By lunchtime tomorrow, I will be married to Logan. Spending the rest of my life with him is something I am looking forward to. I want that more than anything. Logan Cavanagh is my forever.

  When I walk into the bedroom, I find Logan packing all the things he will need to take with him. He is going to be spending the night at his mother’s house. This will be our first night apart since I moved in here, and I’m not looking forward to it. It is going to be strange sleeping without his beautiful body wrapped around me, but the tradition is that it is bad luck to see your bride before the wedding. Logan, god love him, says he isn’t taking any chances.

  Logan asked his brother-in-law, Craig, to be his best man. They are very close. Logan had been thrown into the family business so young that he never got to keep in touch with his friends from the university. Michelle recently confided in me that Craig was the first of her boyfriends that Logan actually liked. She told me that, growing up, Logan had scared off or threatened most of her boyfriends. He had even hit one guy who disrespected her. She said that, at the time, she had been angry with him, but she is thankful now. Craig is wonderful and they make a perfect couple.

  Craig is going to spend the night with Logan at his mother’s house. I asked Michelle to be my Matron of Honour, and Lara to be my flower girl. They are both coming over here this evening to spend the night with me.

  I walk up behind Logan and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on his back. “I am going to miss you tonight,” I say sadly. “I probably won’t be able to sleep without your sexy body wrapped around me.”

  He turns in my arms. “Sexy body, huh? How about I wrap my sexy body around you before I leave?”

  I look up at him and smile. “Yes, please. I would really like that.”

  He pulls me in tighter to him and leans down to kiss me. Logan still sets my insides on fire every time his lips touch mine. I deepen the kiss and moan when he grabs my arse, pulling me against his erection.

  “You still drive me fucking wild, baby,” he whispers into my mouth. “I can’t wait until tomorrow when I can finally have you as my wife.”

  After helping me pull his shirt off, he pulls mine off, too. He reaches around and unhooks my bra with one hand, gently grabbing my breast with the other. “I love your fucking tits,” he groans. “They are so beautiful and soft.” He leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

  I reach for the button on his pants and undo it. After falling to my knees, I pull down his jeans and boxers so they sit around his ankles. Logan throws his head back and moans as I pull his erection into my mouth.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” he says as I push him in deeper and roll my tongue around his length. He puts his hands under my arms and pulls me up to my feet before carrying me over to the bed. He grabs the waistband of my pants and yanks them off. Then he puts his hands under my knees, spreading my legs apart.

  Falling down on his knees beside the bed, he licks his lips and buries his face between my legs. As his tongue moves around inside me, I fist my hands in his hair.

  “Mmmm,” I moan. “That feels good.”

  I hear a deep groan come from the back of his throat and I smile. Logan has such a talent for this, and he knows just what to do to please me. This man rocks my world in so many ways. “You taste so good, baby,” he breathes as he continues to lick me. When he puts two fingers inside me and moves them around in a circle, I arch my back and start to moan.

  It doesn’t take me long to climax. I call out his name as my inner muscles clench around his fingers. Once my body stops trembling, he stands up and quickly removes his jeans. Then he gently moves me further back on the bed.

  Logan climbs on top of me and, in one hard motion, pushes his erection into me, filling me completely. I love the way he feels inside me. He starts to kiss me again, his tongue exploring my mouth. I grab his arse, moving my hips up to meet him. It doesn’t take me long before I have another orgasm, Logan’s relief coming a few seconds later.

  “I love you so much Brooke,” he says, as his spills himself inside me. He collapses onto me, as we both try to catch our breath. “You are so amazing, baby,” he says, breathlessly. “I wish I didn’t have to leave you tonight. It’s going to kill me to be apart from you.” I wish he didn’t have to leave, either, but he promises me that, after tonight, we will never be apart again.

  We cuddle for a while before we both get up and dress again. Unfortunately, it was time for him to leave so I walked him downstairs to the elevator. I really don’t want him to go.

  Before Logan gets into the elevator, he wraps his arms around me tight, passionately kissing me. “Don’t be late tomorrow,” he says with a smile. “The sooner I have you as my wife, the better.”

  “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I blow him a kiss as the doors close. I am already missing him. I just stand there for a minute, my arms wrapped around myself, a lump rising in my throat.

  All of sudden, the doors open again. Logan steps out and wraps me in his arms. “I fucking miss you already,” he says. “Being apart from you tonight is going to be torture.” He brings his mouth down onto mine, hard. We kiss for at least another five minutes before he finally leaves.

  I feel lost without him, so I go into the kitchen to make myself a coffee and talk to Jill while I wait for M
ichelle and Lara to arrive.

  About thirty minutes later, I hear the elevator doors open, so I walk over to greet them. I am surprised to find John standing there instead. As he steps out of the elevator, I hug him. We have become closer over the last few months. Even though sometimes I still struggle to forget what happened between him and my mother, I am glad to have him in my life.

  “John,” I say with a smile, “what are you doing here?” He says he has come to see if I need help with anything for tomorrow. I explain that everything is organised and I tell him that Logan has already left to go to his mum’s, and I am waiting for Michelle and Lara to come over. We go into the lounge room, and talk and laugh for a while.

  “You know, Brooke, I am really happy that Logan found you,” he says with a smile, and I shyly smile and blush.

  He really is a nice man, and I am sad that he suffered just as much as my mother had over the years. I know it was all his doing, but it still saddens me. He has been stuck in a loveless marriage for thirty years. Even though he asked his wife for a divorce, she is still giving him grief.

  After talking for about twenty minutes, he says that he better get going. When he stands up and walks towards the elevator, I follow. Before he presses the button to open the doors, he turns to face me. “I couldn’t ask for a better man for my little girl,” he says with a smile, wrapping me in his arms. “I love you, sweetheart,” he whispers. A tear runs down my cheek. This is the first time he has told me that he loves me, and I am surprised how happy it makes me feel.

  Once he releases me, he steps into the elevator. Just as the doors are closing, I say, “Wait.” He presses the button to hold the door open. “Do you have any plans for the morning?”

  “Not that I can think of. Why?”

  “Well, I was just wondering if you want to come back here tomorrow and spend the morning with me.” I say, a small smile on my face. My smile gets bigger when I notice his face light up.