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her face and in her eyes. Ellery is the most caring and helpful person that I’ve

ever known. I went on to explain to her about my father and how he started grooming me for Black

Enterprises when I was thirteen years old. I told her all about Harvard, how I took over my father’s

company when I was twenty-eight years old, and how I’ve doubled the company’s profits over the

past two years. It wasn’t hard talking about my personal life to Ellery. I didn’t think I would be able

to do it as I’ve never discussed anything about my life with anyone. She was easy to talk to, and I

could tell she was happy with the information I gave her. That was until she spoke the unspeakable.

“What about past relationships?”

I pressed my lips together and took in a deep breath, I don’t talk about my past relationships;

there’s no point, and why revisit the past? I don’t have a girlfriend, nor do I want one.” The comment

just fell out of my mouth, without even thinking about it first. She looked away after I said that and

then back at me.

“Why don’t you? Even if you’ve been hurt before, you just have to pick yourself up and move on.

Everyone’s been hurt at least once in their life, some more than others, but you have to make a choice

what to do with that pain,” she said.

“It’s not that simple, Ellery; trust me,” I said as I continuously stared at the road ahead of me.

“So, you don’t ever want to get married or have children and do the whole perfect family thing?”

I looked at her with a serious look, “No, I never want any of that, and to quote you, nothing lasts

forever.”

“You really need to stop quoting that, Connor. I think you took it the wrong way.”

“Regardless of which way I took it, I already told you that I don’t do relationships, and I mean

that,” I said.

She looked out the window, “I know.”

I couldn’t tell if she was hurt or put off by my comments. I don’t know why she would be hurt, and

it’s not like she wants any of that bullshit. I’ll admit, maybe it isn’t all bullshit, but it scares me. We

made small talk for a while, and she kept putting one headphone in my ear then asked me if I liked her

music. She seemed to be ok, and she was having fun, making me listen to her songs. We had different

taste in music, that’s for sure. But I played along, because every time she put on a different song and

asked if I liked it, she smiled. Damn that smile.

***

We had already been driving about four hours, and I needed to stop for gas. I pulled off the

highway and stopped at the first gas station that I saw. Ellery had fallen asleep about 30 minutes

before and woke up when I stopped the Range Rover.

“What’s going on? What are we doing?” she asked sleepily.

“I’m going to fill her up and then we’ll stop for something to eat,” I replied.

I got out and walked over to the gas pump. Ellery opened her door and got out, stretching her back

and legs. She walked over to where I was standing and kissed my cheek.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“It’s just a thank you for telling me about your family,” she smiled.

I smiled back as she told me she was going inside the store to pick up a couple of things. I finished

pumping gas and headed inside to find Ellery. I saw her standing in the candy isle, looking over the

vast amount of junk food in front of her. She was so engrossed in the chocolate that sat before her

eyes; she didn’t notice me walk up behind her.

“You’re going to fill your body with this junk?” I asked.

She quickly turned around as she stumbled, but I caught her in my arms. “Ellery, are you alright?” I

asked as I held her close to me.

“I’m fine; I just got a little light-headed,” she replied as she held her head.

I continued to hold her until she felt better. “I knew we should have waited an extra day to leave.

You’re not ready to travel yet. You need more time to recover from your fall.” I was pissed off at

myself because I played around with the idea of leaving tomorrow instead. She kept her head on my

chest and told me to stop being overprotective and that her light-headedness was probably caused

from the pain medication she took. I found that odd because I didn’t see her take any pain meds. I

started to worry about her; in fact, I’ve been worried about her since she fainted. I told her that I was

finding us a hotel, and that we were stopping for the night so she could rest. We were ahead of

schedule, and we’d be in Michigan tomorrow with plenty of time. She told me