One Night In London
Sandi Lynn
One Night In London
Copyright © 2016 Sandi Lynn
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used factitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Photo & Cover Design by: Sara Eirew @ Sara Eirew Photography
Models: Matthieu Grondin & Pamela Brisson
Editing by B.Z. Hercules
Books by Sandi Lynn
If you haven’t already done so, please check out my other books. They are filled with heartwarming love stories, some with millionaires, and some with just regular everyday people who find love when they least expect it.
Millionaires:
The Forever Series (Forever Black, Forever You, Forever Us, Being Julia, Collin, A Forever Family)
Love, Lust & A Millionaire (Wyatt Brothers, Book 1)
Love, Lust & Liam (Wyatt Brothers, Book 2)
His Proposed Deal
Lie Next To Me (A Millionaire’s Love, Book 1)
When I Lie with You ( A Millionaire’s Love, Book 2)
A Love Called Simon
Then You Happened
The Seduction of Alex Parker
Something About Lorelei
Second Chance Love:
Remembering You
She Writes Love
Love In Between (Love Series, Book 1)
The Upside of Love (Love Series, Book 2)
Table of Contents
Books by Sandi Lynn
Prologue
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
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
About The Author
Prologue
I nervously rummaged through my closet, trying to find my Louboutin black stiletto heels— shoes that were half off and then another seventy-five percent off the half-off price. They were a freaking steal and the only pair that was left happened to be my size. I stumbled upon them by accident, earlier in the week, when I was looking at the clearance rack, trying to find the perfect pair of shoes for my date tonight with Corey. He was taking me to my favorite restaurant because he had something he needed to discuss with me. It was no surprise, though. I already had my suspicions. He was going to ask me to move in with him.
Corey and I had been dating for almost nine months. We met when he and his mom came into the art gallery where I worked, looking for a painting for her bedroom. We got to talking, and he asked me out for coffee the next day. At first, I didn’t think he was really my type, but then again, I never really knew what my type was. We had so much in common that it wasn’t hard to fall for him. Corey, by far, had been the longest relationship I’d ever been in and he was a really nice guy. The only thing that bothered me was that he wasn’t very sexual. Once every other week was more than enough for him and it was usually over with before it started. But I overlooked that problem because we always had so much fun when we were together. We loved the same movies, the same music, and he loved art almost as much as I did. We were perfect for each other and I knew the time was right to move in together. Although we never talked about it, I sensed it was what he planned to ask me. You’re probably sitting there thinking that he’s going to propose. That was off the table because neither one of us wanted to get married until we were at least a couple years older. Being twenty-four, we both felt we needed to be completely established in our careers before making a lifelong commitment.
I stood in front of my full-length mirror as I slipped into my heels and ran my hands down the sides of my short black dress with the V-neckline and three-quarter-length sleeves, which I also picked up on sale. Running my fingers through my long blonde hair, I lightly sprayed the curled ends, grabbed my purse, and headed to Sur in West Hollywood.
When I arrived, Corey was already seated and waiting for me. Butterflies fluttered around my belly at the thought of us moving in together. As I approached the table, Corey stood up and kissed my cheek. He was always such a gentleman.
“Hey. You look beautiful. I love that dress. Is it new?”
“Yeah. I bought it earlier this week along with these babies.” I smiled as I stuck my foot out.
“Are those Louboutins?” His eyes widened.
“Yes! And they were half off and then an extra seventy-five percent off of that!”
“Wow. What an awesome deal. They look good on you.” He smiled.
We started off with a glass of Chardonnay while we waited for our dinner. My mind was in overdrive with excitement and I couldn’t wait for him to ask me. His apartment was much bigger than mine and had way more closet space. As I stared at him from across the table, I could tell he was nervous because his eye was twitching.
“So what did you want to discuss with me?” I asked with a grin.
He reached across the table and took hold of my hand.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Yes. Of course I do.” My heart started to race.
“You’re my best friend and we are so good together.”
“I know we are.” I smiled, waiting patiently for him to spit it out.
As his blue eyes intently stared into mine, he gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
“Chloe, friends are all we can ever be.”
“What?” I cocked my head in confusion. “I don’t understand, Corey.”
He took in a long, deep breath. “What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m gay, Chloe.”
I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped me.
“Yeah, right. Come on, Corey. You wanted to talk about moving in together. You don’t have to be so nervous about it. In fact, I’ll make it easy for you. Yes, I would love to move in with you.”
“Chloe, didn’t you hear what I said. I’m serious. I’m gay. I’m sorry.”
Tears filled my eyes as I silently shook inside. I pulled my hand away from his as I looked up at the ceiling to avoid the embarrassment of the tears that were about to fall in front of a restaurant filled with people.
“Chloe, talk to me. Please don’t cry,” he begged.
After a few moments of silence, an anger tore through me like a hurricane traveling over the ocean making its way to destroy whatever was in its path.
“How could you do this to me?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Why now? Why didn’t you tell me this nine months ago? Why did you st
ay in a relationship with me if your sexuality was in question?” I spoke in a loud voice and the couple sitting at the table next to us glanced over.
“Will you keep your voice down?” he spoke calmly. “I didn’t tell you this to hurt you. I’m being honest with you before things go any further.”
“Any further?” I angrily spoke. “You had nine months to tell me. Why now, Corey?”
He looked down and slowly closed his eyes.
“Oh my God! You’ve met someone. Haven’t you?” I barked at him across the table, and suddenly, all eyes in the restaurant were on us.
“Not here, Chloe.”
His attempt to silence me to avoid causing him any further embarrassment pissed me off even more. I threw my napkin on the table and stood up.
“Not here? Really, Corey? How did you think I’d react to this news? Did you think if you told me in a public place that I would graciously accept it with a smile and walk away quietly? I gave you nine months of my life. I gave you my heart and you took it.” The tears started rolling down my face. “You took my heart, knowing that you could never give me yours. I do believe that is the cruelest thing anyone has ever done to me. I guess the joke is on me. Have a nice life, Corey.” I turned on my heels and stomped out of the restaurant.
I was shaking so bad that I couldn’t walk down the street to my car, so I took a seat on a bench outside the restaurant. As I sat there with tears streaming down my face, trying to make sense of the last nine months of my life, Corey sat down beside me.
“I’m so sorry, Chloe. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Go away, Corey.” I wiped my eyes.
“I love you. You have to believe me. We are so good together as friends and I don’t want to lose you.”
Even though I was hurt and angry as hell, there was a sincerity in his voice that calmed me.
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“Travis.”
“I hate that name.”
Corey chuckled.
“How long have you known?”
“Pretty much my whole life. I just kept trying to deny it and, every day, I became more miserable.”
“Thanks.” I shot him a look as I sniffled.
He hooked his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder.
“Don’t take it like that, Chloe. You make me happy but not in a romantic relationship way. Does that make sense?”
I nodded my head. “I guess.”
“You’re a beautiful, smart, and fun woman, and you deserve someone who is not gay and who will love you like you deserve to be loved. I wanted to tell you now, not for my own sake, but for yours. With you leaving for London in a couple of weeks, I wanted you to be free in case you met someone.”
“That was kind of you,” I spoke in a sarcastic tone.
“Hey. I know it hurts, babe. It hurts me too. This is the last thing I wanted to tell you. But I had no choice. I couldn’t live like this anymore.”
“I get that. I really do.” I lifted my head. “But I’m so hurt right now and I need a couple of days to process all of this.”
“I understand.” He looked at me as sadness filled his eyes.
I got up from the bench, and as I started to walk away, Corey reached out and grabbed my hand.
“I don’t want to lose our friendship. You’re too important to me, Chloe.”
I pursed my lips together and slowly gave him a nod before heading home and collapsing into my bed.
Chapter 1
Two Weeks Later
“Cheer up, Chloe,” Sienna, my best friend, pouted as we sat and sipped coffee in the airport.
“I am cheery. See?” I displayed a fake smile.
“Did you bring your list?” she asked as she held out her hand.
I sighed as I pulled it out of my purse and handed it to her. She took a pen from her purse and wrote something on it.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“There.” She turned the paper around.
Narrowing my eyes at her, I spoke, “Have sex with a stranger in a foreign country? Are you crazy?”
“No. I’m not crazy. This is a list of things we planned to do and see in London. Take a risk, Chloe. Do something spontaneous. Haven’t you ever fantasized about having sex with a total stranger?”
“Umm. No!”
“Well, I have, and you should too.”
“You do have sex with strangers. How is that fantasizing? Half the time, you don’t even bother to get their name first.”
“That may be and that’s because names are never important. But I’ve never had sex with a stranger in a foreign country.”
“That’s because you’ve never been to another country.”
“True. Just think about it for a minute. Sex with a man who is a mystery. No names, no getting to know each other first, not one bit of personal information. Just a couple of hours of pure pleasure and then you leave and never see him again. It’s simple.” She smirked.
Of course it was simple for Sienna. She was the queen of one-night stands. It was something she’d made a career out of. I’ve told her that she was a nymphomaniac. She laughed and said she wasn’t and that she was just a woman who loved having sex with different men. With her five-foot-eight stature, hourglass-shaped figure, long black hair, and bright blue eyes, guys drooled whenever she walked past them.
“You make it sound like prostitution.” I frowned.
Rolling her eyes, she spoke, “It’s not prostitution, Chloe, and believe me, you could use some mind-blowing sex. I know for a fact you’ve never experienced it. Remember Johnathan?” Her brow arched. “The one who could only finish off with his hand whether you had an orgasm or not? Oh, and that guy named Kirk. Remember him? The freak who hated foreplay and just always crammed his dick inside you, missionary style, may I add, without making sure you were ready. Remember how sore you always were and walked like you had a stick up your ass for a few days? He was only out to satisfy himself. I know I don’t need to mention sex with Corey. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get into it with you. And you know why? Because he was gay and preferred ass over vagina.”
I sat there, shaking my head at her in disgust.
“Oh and let’s not forget Alfie. The guy who could never stay hard because every time you’d try to have sex, he thought of his mother and lost his boner.” She laughed uncontrollably.
“Hey. Alfie was a nice guy. He just had some mommy issues that he needed to work out. And besides, we had sex once.” I brought my coffee cup to my lips.
“One time, Chloe. One time in the six months you dated.” She held up her index finger. “See; that’s my point. You need to let go of the notion that you need to know a guy before you fuck him. It’s much better if you don’t know anything about him, like two strangers connecting for a brief moment in time who will never see each other again. It’s all about the thrill. Keep calm and fuck a stranger.” The smile on her face grew wide.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Sienna. You are a sex addict.”
“I am not. I just like sex.”
“I like sex too.”
“You don’t even know what real sex is, Chloe.”
“YES I DO! How can you say that to me?”
“I’m entitled because I’m your best friend. And as your best friend, it’s my job to make sure your lady parts are screaming with pleasure by a total stranger. So the next time you have sex, it will be with a mystery man in London.”
I rolled my eyes as they called our flight for boarding. This was our last layover and now we were heading straight to London. Sitting on the plane, Sienna looked over at the cute guy that was sitting across the aisle from her and elbowed me. I looked at her as she tilted her head towards him.
“What?”
“He’s hot and he’s going to London. Maybe you can hook up with him.”
“Stop it! I’m not hooking up with anyone.”
“He keeps looking over at you. He’s trying to
be sly about it, but he’s miserably failing.”
“He’s looking at you, not me.”
Suddenly, she did the unthinkable.
“Excuse me. Could you please settle a debate between me and my best friend?”
“Sure,” the guy replied.
“Are you staring at her or at me?”
I took in a deep breath and tried to hold it as long as I could with the hopes of passing out to avoid this embarrassing situation.
“I think you’re both beautiful women.” He smiled.
“Why, thank you. I’m Sienna, and this is Chloe.” She extended her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Sienna.” He reached over and extended his arm across Sienna. “Nice to meet you, Chloe.” He flashed a big smile and spoke in his English accent, “I’m Sam.”
I gulped over his accent. I wasn’t expecting that.
“You’re from England?” Sienna flirted and gave her “I want to fuck you” smile.
“Yes, and you’re from?”
“We’re both from New York, but Chloe lives in Los Angeles now.”
“Ah. I see. So the two of you met up for a fancy vacation in England?”
“Yes. It’s a place we’ve always wanted to visit and for good reason,” she spoke.
The two of them carried on a conversation before and after we took off. About an hour into the flight, Sienna slipped her eye mask over her eyes and went to sleep. She claimed she was tired, but it was no doubt due to the four whiskey sours she drank; two before we took off and two right after we took off. We had been planning this trip for over a year. Being an assistant art curator, I didn’t make very much money and living in Los Angeles was expensive, but I made sacrifices and saved almost every penny I made, including the money my parents sent to me for my birthday. The highlight of this trip for Sienna was bedding an Englishman, which I was sure she was already planning with Sam. The highlight for me was visiting the art galleries and museums to see the paintings that I’d only read about in books. I could care less about the men there or any man, period. After this last break-up, it became clearer than ever that I had bad luck when it came to men, so I made a vow to concentrate on my career, advancing to an art curator and enjoying life on my terms and my terms only. Fuck men and relationships. The minute I stepped off this plane and my feet hit the concrete of London, England, I was going to become a new woman. Possibly a woman who was going to have sex with a stranger in a foreign country.