Free Forget Me Never by M J Rutter Page A

wrong?” he asked.
                  “I thought, well, I thought you had left me, here, I mean.”
                  “Grace,” he frowned, “I would never do that to you. I left a note on the pillow.” He turned to the unmade bed, “I put it…” he walked towards the top of the bed and looked on the floor, bending over he lifted a piece of the motel paper and handed it to me.
                 
    ‘Good morning, Grace,
                  I am absolutely starved, you must be too, so have gone to get us something to eat for breakfast,
                  I shan’t be long,
                  Alec xx’
     
                  “Sorry,” I muttered, I felt foolish now .
                   “No, Grace, I am sorry. I should have waited until you woke up. I was just so hungry, we only had that hotdog for lunch yesterday and then nothing else. I woke really early and you looked so peaceful… Do you forgive me?”
                  “There is nothing to forgive. I feel silly.”
                  “Don’t feel silly, I know you had a bad time with your ex, but I promise you I have never run out on a girl the morning after, even if she wasn’t who I thought she was. I certainly wouldn’t do that to you, especially after a night of the best sex I have ever had,” he smiled and pecked my cheek. “So, are you dressing for breakfast? I may not be able to concentrate on my bagel if you don’t.”
                  “In that case,” I grinned and dropped the towel, lifted my shirt from the floor and put it on, fastening only one button across my belly before sitting on the chair. He grinned admiringly as he sat opposite me.
     
    After a breakfast of bagels smothered with cream cheese and fruit and a cup of smoky coffee, I got dressed and we headed back toward LA. I couldn’t wait to back for one thing only, a clean change of clothes. If we decided to go sightseeing again, I planned to bring a change of clothes just in case.
     
    We arrived back at the hotel a couple of hours later, there was virtually no traffic and I guessed that was because it was Sunday. We walked into the lobby hand in hand and a man, with brown hair and dressed to play golf, approached us.
                  “Where have you been, Mr Richards, you dirty, little stop-out?” he asked.
                  “My business is my business, Landry, you know that.”
                  “Well, at least introduce me,” he grinned. I didn’t like him, his eyes were too small and he seemed to have too many teeth in his mouth.
                  “Sorry, Gerald Landry, I’d like to introduce you to my uh, well, I suppose I can say this now, my new girlfriend, Grace Matthews.” Alec beamed proudly. I smiled sweetly.
                  “Girlfriend eh, wow, you went out on a ‘not date’ as you put it and came back practically married,” he joked.
                  “Hardly married,” I frowned. “Nice to meet you though, Gerald.” I then turned to Alec, “I really need to go up to my suite.”
                  “Sure. I’ll see you later, Gerald,” he said.
                  “Okay, we’re meeting at the club after the game, please join us, bring your girlfriend too,” he smirked.
                  “Oh, I don’t know about that, I think we’re just going to go to bed and make the most of it,” Alec stated and walked towards the lift towing me behind.
                  “Sorry, but your friend is horrible,” I grumbled.
                  “And has a mouth bigger than the Mersey Tunnel, everyone will know within the hour, Alec has a new girlfriend and will be having sex all afternoon.” He scoffed.
                  “Well, I suppose he won’t be lying,” I smiled and squeezed his