Forever Night Stand
Published December 20th 2015 by Blvnp Publishing Inc
A > Romance | Contemporary
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“What the mind forgets, the heart remembers.”
Brandy Curtis is a strong and independent career woman who does not care for commitment. She prefers no strings-attached, one night stands because that’s all she can give with what little free time she has. This is the life she has chosen and the life she is used to.
However, everything changed when she met Ivo, a gorgeous doctor with irresistible charm. He was just supposed to be another hookup, but he quickly became so much more. The more nights they spent together, the more Brandy felt that life had given her something to live for.
Things seemed perfect… until a visit to the doctor sends her world crashing. The timing couldn’t be worse. As her heart gets closer to Ivo, her memories begin to fade.
Will Brandy be able to actually live her life with Ivo… or will she succumb to the condition that threatens to claim her forever? Find out how this touching journey of life and love turns out. Grab your copy now!
“Come, take a walk with me.”
We ambled through the side roads through the farmlands and eventually ended up in a barn. We walked inside in silence and saw some hay blocks. Ivo started to arrange the hay blocks into a bed and pillows, not making much of a mess. I just stood there watching him work.
“What are you doing?”
“Making a makeshift bed, can’t you see?”
“Ivo, what are you planning to do?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I don’t have plans to have sex with you here, Brandy, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Nah, you like me too much to make me sit on the cold hard ground.” I rolled my eyes playfully.
“But if you keep on doing that I might just change my mind,” Ivo said and I quickly let out a laugh. “Let’s just sit and relax and talk maybe. My feet hurts, we’ve been strolling around for hours now. Are you just gonna watch me make our bed?”
Ivo pulled me in and I instantly snuggled beside him.
“So far how do you like it here?”
“I love it here. It’s stress-free, the life here so far is tranquil and fun.”
“That’s why I always wanted to go back here even when I was in Atlanta.”
“I know, right? Everything here is just so peaceful and quiet. The people are nice except that Bettina.”
Ivo let out a soft chuckle. “She didn’t do anything bad to you.”
“Well, she threatened me with that text. She’ll ruin everything that we have, you know.”
“We have nothing,” he stated.
“Arrangement… we have an arrangement, Ivo,” I reiterated. “Can we not talk about her, so how was your trip to Rome?”
“Everything went well. We have a promising case. The subject is quite hesitant to talk about her condition but hopefully she’ll open up so I can help her get through her situation.”
“Good. I’m glad you accomplished something in that small amount of time.”
“Did you miss me when I was away?”
I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest. “No,” I quickly answered. “I was too busy having fun with the kids.”
“I’m glad you’re happy around them. You miss having a sister, do you?”
“Yeah, I haven’t had any since mom started to—” I dared not continue. “Let’s not talk about me, Ivo. You’re not going to get anything out of me.”
Ivo took my hand from my chest and held it. “It’s okay to talk Brandy. If you don’t like this ‘thing’ we have taken to the next level so do I, but I could be your friend. You can tell me anything.”
I pulled my hand back. “Friends with benefits, huh?”
“Yeah, apparently it’s a thing nowadays,” he said and we both chuckled.
I sat up and played with some of the hay blocks beside me. “I grew up in a family of boys, Ivo. I grew up strong. Independent. I don’t want to cling to anyone and depend on anyone except myself.”
Ivo listened attentively to me.
“My family has a history of Alzheimer’s, Ivo. I am next in line. I know better than to have a boyfriend, start a family, raise kids…”
“I can help you Brandy,” he cut me off and took my trembling hands. “If you’ll just let me.”
“Nobody can help me.”
“I will. Trust me. You’re going to be okay,” he assured and held me close to him.
“No!” I stood up and shouted at him. “I’m not gonna be okay, Ivo! I’m not gonna be okay! I can feel it. It’s coming for me, Ivo. I can feel it.” I broke down.
Ivo came up to me, cupped my face and sat me down on the make shift bed. “Sshh… sshh, it’s okay. It’s okay just relax.”
Ivo held me in his arms like I was the most fragile thing in the world until my cries turned into faint sobs.
“Doesn’t it get boring?” Ivo said in a deep drawl as he glowered at me
I suddenly realized he still had me in a tight embrace, so I quickly drew away from him.
His smirk widened and his eyes narrowed dangerously as he grabbed my hand and pressed me against the barn wall.
I frowned and stuck my tongue out. Ivo flicked his tongue against mine, quickly taking my tongue in his mouth and sucking gently.
I pulled away and pretended I was disgusted at his actions. “Ivo, I’m serious! I don’t want to do it here!”
Ivo merely chuckled and pressed his lips against mine. “Shut up, Brandy,” He mumbled when we parted. I groaned inwardly. He was being such a tease and I knew that if Ivo pushed me far enough I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me.
Unfortunately, he also knew this, and I knew he was ready to hear me say, “I want you inside me.”
While I was lost in my thoughts, Ivo had brought my hands above my head, holding both of them in his larger hand while the other roamed my body, caressing every curve.
I gasped when Ivo’s hand cupped my breast through my shirt. I squirmed slightly as he began licking my neck, giggling occasionally as it tickled my face. I arched a little, allowing him more room to suckle my neck. I vaguely registered his hand gripping my thigh and lifting it upwards to curl around his waist.
He smirked triumphantly when a lusty moan crept out of my throat as he slowly grind against me.
“See, you do want this.” Ivo said as he let go of my hands. I wrapped them around his neck and kissed him.
“Be quiet and make love to me.” I giggled at my boldness. He seemed to like it, though.
He slid my shirt off, leaving me in my underwear. Ivo quickly flicked the button of my pants and unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor. He stood back to stare down at the half-naked woman that stood before him. I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Don’t stare at me like that, I feel like a piece of meat.”
Ivo chuckled at my words and began to undress until he leaned against me once more, this time clad in only his boxers.
As we made out against the wall of the barn I realized something was pressing against my tummy, I lowered my hand to touch his arousal gently through the silky fabric of his boxers. Ivo swatted my hand away quickly, and hurriedly unclasped my bra and buried his face between my breasts. As Ivo sucked my nipple, one of his hands lowered and cupped my panty-clad sex, making me breathe in sharply. He pushed a finger into me through the cotton fabric and watched my face in delight as I moaned softly.
I began panting heavily as he brought his lips down against my throat and his hand steadily pinched and pulled at my nipple.
I gripped his shoulders and dug my nails into them as I gasped and rocked myself against his fast-moving fingers. With a loud cry I shuddered as I felt myself release. Ivo slid my now wet underwear down my hips and carried me over the make shift bed bridal style and lay me down.
He reached for his pants and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a tiny foil packet.
He removed his boxers and I bit my lip. He rolled the condom down on his now fully hard member, and then he gently pushed my thighs apart.
“You’re so ready,” I breathed. I was waiting for him to thrust into me, but instead, he just rubbed it up and down my wetness. “Oooh,” I let out a high-pitched moan as his manhood pressed ever so slightly into me. I tried to move my hips forward and close my eyes. I didn’t even care that we were in a barn anymore.
“A boy scout is always prepared. I don’t want you reminding me about your 4Ns rule anymore,” he said and gave me a wicked grin. “Brandy, watch me,” he ordered.
I opened one eye, ever so slightly then opened both and sat up, supporting myself on my elbows as I watched him press his erection between my legs. Ivo entered slowly as he watched me watch him, and I had to admit, it was more arousing.
When he had entered his whole length into me, he pushed me back into a laying position pulling my hips up to his waist. He plunged himself deeper inside me. I gasped and moaned as he pumped at a frantic pace. I tightened my legs around his waist, allowing my hips to smoothly rock along with him as my arms circled around his neck. I arched my back and grabbed handfuls of golden hay as I brought my arms above my head.
The sensation was washing over me and I mustered up my voice to push Ivo over the edge. “Come on, Ivo. I want it so bad.”
He cried out my name as he pulled out and came intensely. I felt his warm liquid inside me. I sighed pleasurably, my legs wound around his waist once more, he pulled my hips closer to him.
Ivo leaned forward on top of me, and let out a contented sigh. He plucked out pieces of straw from my hair and kissed my tired lips. “I love fucking you,” he whispered.
“You mean ‘I fucking love you.’”
Ivo rolled off me and began picking up our discarded clothes.
I blushed but didn’t bother objecting.
We returned to the house and I walked into the kitchen to drink some water. I felt so dehydrated after a long day of walking and our intense sack session in the barn. I smiled at that thought.
As I opened the refrigerator, a cute little notebook fell from the top. The notebook fell open on the floor. I crouched, picking it up carefully. I should have never done that, but I couldn’t stop right then. I couldn’t put it back, not when I saw my name written over it.
Patient Name: Brandy Curtis
Case #220: Suspected onset of Alzheimer’s
11:45AM — While Brandy was helping me prepare for lunch, I asked her to pass me the eggplant. It took her quite a while before she took the tomato and passed it on me. She doesn’t know which vegetable is which.
2:30PM — Brandy asked me thrice the name of the triplets on different occasions.
5:00PM — Brandy tried and tasted the Lake Garda olive oil. After she turned her back from the personnel, she again asked me if she could try to taste the oil. She didn’t remember she tasted it already.
6:30PM — We went to the wine festival in Bardolino on the shores of Lake Garda where we enjoyed wine tasting. Brandy had at least four wines tasted in a row. She was all smiles and happy then she turned to look at me and asked what we were doing at that place.
The room started to spin around me as I fell to the ground, the notebook falling on my chest. I took a deep breath and forced myself to get up off the ground. I pulled my hand across my eyes trying to wipe away the quiet emotions inscribed in my mind. Did it really happen? Why can’t I remember any of this?
I tried to settle the emotions inside me. But they were fighting their way out, fluttering in my stomach and came hand in hand with the realization I was being used for some sort of research and how pathetic that made me feel.
I stormed outside and Ivo looked at me, a question in his eyes, as if to ask me what is wrong.
“I’m not a case that you need to solve, Ivo! Damn you!” I felt the tears start to roll down my cheeks leaving a warm trail underneath my icy glare.
Ivo moved closer to me, scaring me even more. He attempted to talk but shut his mouth and the shocked expression on his face morphed into one of concern. He pulled me in and tried to wrap me in his arms. I was having none of it and I pushed him away. My feet stepped onto the slick sidewalk, and I left with no particular destination in mind.
The rain started to pour. Hard. The winds were so strong that the rain fell nearly horizontally. The howling winds deafened my thoughts.
“Brandy, stop!” Ivo ran after me and pulled me into a tight embrace as the rain soaked our clothes.
Even his warmth couldn’t stop the shivers. The cold has seeped too deeply into my bones.
His fingers gripped my arms and shook me gently to make me open my eyes. “Let’s talk, don’t just go. Let me get you a towel. You need to get out of those clothes.” He moved away, but I grasped the back of his shirt, he spun around and at that moment everything turned pitch black.
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Ysa Arcangel is a Filipino author based in Manila. She works as a Spanish-English GDS Helpdesk by day and a writer by night. She is a loving partner to a chef and a mom to three amazing kids.
She enjoys creative writing and uses her obsessive nature by writing contemporary paranormal and romance fiction with lots of laughs, tears and sighs showcasing sweet, funny and badass female leads with raunchy and hot male love interests whether human or supernatural.
She’s a lover of coffee, tattoos, and giant dogs. She is also an extreme sports enthusiast. When she’s not writing, you can see her spending time with her family, reading, or having TV series marathons.
Her debut novel is titled Forever Night Stand.
In this enthralling debut novel, you will find out about the heart that never forgets and the disease which has the power to rob, damage, and destroy yet cannot vanquish the feeling of love and being loved.
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