Forever Together (An Ireland Forever short story)

  FOREVER TOGETHER

  ANGEL DEVLIN

  Contents

  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

  Epilogue

  Ireland Forever

  Flirt Club

  About Angel

  Also By Angel Devlin

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  Copyright © 2019 By Angel Devlin.

  Book cover design by Dandelion Designs

  Formatting by Tammy Clarke at The Graphics Shed.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Angel Devlin holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.

  Fergus

  This castle was the shit. Mainly because there were lots of nooks and crannies you could hide in. Or so I thought…

  “Fergus McDermott, put your dick back in your pants and get to rehearsals right now.” Janie screamed at me in full banshee mode.

  The domestic I’d been boning tried to hide her face behind the curtain. To be honest, I could have done with her doing that during our fuck, but my dick had seen her tits and wanted into her warm, wet pussy. Luckily, I’d just managed to shoot my load before our promoter had arrived to spoil my fun.

  “Aren’t you supposed to meet my every demand? I needed to get off.” I said, wiping myself on the woman’s panties and handing them to her. “Souvenir?”

  “You’re an absolute shit, Fergus, and your last PA and most of the ones who went before her satisfied the needs of your cock, hence why you don’t have another one… yet.” She looked at her watch.

  I knew that face. Janie Locke was a badass who looked like Cate Blanchett. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, chiseled cheekbones and balls of steel. I’d torment her to a point but knew when to quit, usually just before her knee threatened my balls.

  “What are you up to, Janie?” By now I’d left the woman under the curtain and started following Janie down a long corridor of this massive castle.

  She turned to me and gave me an enigmatic smile. “Oh, sweetie. I’ve called in the big guns. Your new PA will be here any moment.”

  She cackled with laughter.

  “You’re so welcome, Fergy. Now get a shower and over to the arena.”

  Looking at her face, I felt like I’d already had a shower. A cold one.

  What was she up to now?

  Harlow

  When I looked at my cell and saw JANIE on the handset, I braced myself. My best friend was a music promoter with hardly enough time to eat or sleep, never mind call, so if she did, she’d either got an SOS from me, or there was an emergency her side. We made a pact to have one evening a month where we always called each other for a catch up, and this was not that date.

  I didn’t have an emergency, so my heart lurched as I answered.

  “Everything okay, bestie?”

  “No one died, though they fucking might soon. I need you. On a plane. Because he’s done it again. His fourteenth PA. I’m going to get him castrated.”

  I giggled while I breathed a sigh of relief. “Let me guess, Fergus McDermott.”

  “The one and only.”

  Janie regaled me with tales of Fergus and his many personal assistants on her monthly calls. He was a total bad boy. His dick needed bathing in bleach. If fucking was an Olympic sport, he had gold for sure. I loved hearing about him even if he drove my friend insane. Because I knew what guys were like. I had five older brothers.

  “So what’s he done this time?”

  “We’re on our way soon to that huge gig in Dublin and he’s just fucked and then fucked off the latest assistant. So…”

  “Not a chance.”

  “As you’re between jobs right now…”

  “I’m having a sabbatical while I consider what I want to do next.”

  “You mean, you don’t want to come see me, all expenses paid, in Dublin. Stay in a castle that’s like something out of a fairytale. Meet a hot rock band and get VIP tickets.”

  She’d got me now and she knew it, because I thought the Black brothers from Blackthorn were a girl’s fantasy dream team. Yes, I had imagined having them both in bed, and at the same time, I’ll have you know.

  “And what do I have to do for this so-called all expenses paid dream trip?”

  “You just have to be Fergus McDermott’s PA for the week and whip him into shape. That’s it.”

  I spluttered. “That’s it? You want me to tame the wild stallion in a week?”

  “You have five brothers, you’ll have him trained in a day.”

  “So basically, you want me to come be his assistant, but rather than assist him, you want me to get him in line?”

  “Yes, so we survive this concert without a fucking lawsuit because I just know that the minute we’re there he’s going on a shagging tour of Dublin.”

  “I’ll bring my chastity belt.”

  “Oh please. That’s the other reason I’m asking you. You’ll be immune from his charms because we all know you want to be in a Sean and Seamus Black sandwich. Keep your stalker tendencies tampered down when you get here, but feel free to give them both your phone number before you leave. Just no shenanigans until after the concert.”

  “Who says I’m coming?”

  She made a whooshing, crunching noise. “Oh what’s that? Seems my line’s breaking up. Crrshhh. Sorry, babe, I can’t hear you. The tickets and all other information will be following shortly and I’ll see you in Dublin in March. The concert is on St. Patrick’s day. Gotta go.”

  The call ended.

  I scrubbed a hand through my light brown, wavy hair. Once more after talking to my friend I felt like I’d been hit by a tornado.

  One minute I’d been thinking about whether getting out of my pjs was actually figuring into my day, the next it looks like I’m travelling from New York to Dublin to stay in a castle for a week.

  If only I were a princess and not a New Yorker having a career and identity crisis.

  Harlow

  Oh my god! My cab pulled up outside the mansion I was apparently staying in after sweeping up a long driveway, through vast grounds. The place had a lake! A suited gentleman met the cab and took my luggage away informing me it would be placed in my room if I would just like to check-in.

  A friendly blonde receptionist took my name and gave me directions to my room. It was a good job that the keycard had the details on it because I was far too entranced with the building I was in. Was this real? I smiled at everyone I passed on my way to my room although I had no idea who any of them were. I didn’t spot any members of the band and I wondered where my best friend was, having expected her to have met me on arrival. I knew she wouldn’t have had time to meet me at the airport, but I thought she could have at least been at the hotel. I didn’t know what I was meant to be doing. My feet were sinking in to the sumptuous carpet as I reached the door of my suite. A suite!

  I put the keycard in the slot until it flashed green and then I pushed open the door… and gasped. The ro
om was decorated in deep greens and burgundies. A deep emerald-green plush carpet covered the floor. There was a King bed and a dark wooden ornate desk. An enormous window was covered with voile and drapes and as I used the mechanism to pull them back the window revealed a view of the estate and gardens. It was to die for. Collapsing with a happy sigh onto the leather sofa in the living room area of the suite, I saw that on the coffee table was a hamper containing some chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of wine with two glasses. A note was on the table and I recognized Janie’s handwritten scrawl.

  Hello darling! Welcome to Dublin! I hope you have the BEST time. Hope to catch up, but I'm busy as balls, so if we don't, know that I love you. Enjoy the castle, and the show! Xx

  Seriously! She’d brought me over here and she might not even see me? I was going to kill her. This smacked of a total set up Janie style.

  Stuffing a strawberry in my mouth, I wandered around the rest of my suite noting that my luggage had been placed at the side of the closet. I unpacked and then poured myself a glass of wine and changed into my pajamas. I was in a different time zone and exhausted from travelling. As the wine hit my system, I decided to give in to the sleep my body craved and to wonder what was in store for me here in this massive castle and this foreign country later.

  A loud knock at the door, startled me from my sleep. The clock said it was 18:13. I’d been asleep for over three hours! Maybe Janie had changed her mind after all and had finally deigned to come see me. I jumped out of bed and pulled open the door.

  At the other side stood Fergus McDermott.

  He pushed past me and strode into my suite. I followed him as he walked through, removing his clothes as he went further into my suite.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled.

  Fergus turned around next to my bed and smirked. He was tall, with dark hair close-shaved to his head and a chin full of stubble. He was a rock star all right, indicated by the fact he was wearing shades inside on a day where the sun had yet to shine, given that it was March in Dublin and dull outside so far. The forecast was rain all week.

  Fergus continued to strip off until he was down to his boxer briefs. I’d give him the fact that his body was to die for. All ripped, with a trail of hair that ran down toward that ‘V’ and into his boxers. He got under my comforter.

  “Come on then, new girl. Lose those pjs that cover up that hot bod and let me show you how to suck my cock before I fuck you senseless.” He winked.

  I slowly walked over to the chair next to the bed and sat down in it. “I’m already senseless, I’ve taken a job as your new personal assistant,” I replied. “Now get out of my bed. Who knows what you’ve got crawling on yourself that might transfer.”

  He bellowed with laughter.

  “Well, well, well. Most new staff either run out crying, run out threatening me with a lawsuit, or they get in the bed.” He winked. “Looks like you’re going to be a challenge.”

  “So is that all you came around for? For me to do your frat-boy style initiation test? Only I was asleep. It’s been a long trip.”

  “Well, I need food and Janie told me my new PA had arrived.”

  My jaw dropped. “There’s room service, right? You just pick up the phone.”

  He shook his head. “No. You’re my PA. You pick up the phone.”

  “I don’t start until tomorrow, pretty boy.”

  I saw him flinch at that. Fergus was not marketing himself as a pretty boy, but a rough badass rock star.

  “You’re getting me confused with the Black brothers.” He almost snarled.

  I shook my head. “No, darlin’. I could never get you confused with them.” Sighing, I puffed out my chest and breathed deeply.

  “Oh God, no. You don’t have a crush on those jerks do you? Is that why you took the job? Thought you could bag yourself a Black brother?”

  I bristled. “I came here because my best friend asked me to. She says, and I can see it’s the truth, that you need some heavy handling.”

  “Oooh.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Janie is so right about that.”

  “I’m going to ask for a larger salary to cover the therapy when I leave here after this week’s out.”

  He trailed a finger down his chest circling each nipple. “Yeah, you’ll need it for the withdrawal you’ll have. I’m like a narcotic, baby.”

  I was getting cold out of my bed in the air-conditioned room and as my stomach rumbled, I noted I was hungry too. Standing, I walked over to the unit and turned the heat up.

  Then I walked back over to the bed. “Get out and fuck off back to whatever hellhole you crawled out of.”

  Fergus pouted. “But I’m comfy, and I want to stay. I like you. I feel like I’ve found a brand-new friend.”

  Chewing on the side of my mouth I wondered how to play this. It was perfectly obvious to me that I was a new challenge. That he wanted to either get me to shag him, or to drive me away. That he had some kind of game going on to torment Janie. Perhaps he didn’t really want an assistant at all? I needed to get to know him better even if he was going to chat shit most of the time. By the end of this week I would find out what made Fergus McDermott tick and I’d get the clock finely tuned. For now, I’d drive him batshit crazy as he tried to work me out.

  Walking around the other side of the bed, I stripped off my pj’s, flashing my naked body briefly at Fergus and then I climbed in bed pulling the comforter up over my cleavage. His eyes had gone so wide I thought his eyeballs were about to fall out.

  I grabbed the room service menu and started to peruse. “You’re welcome to stay for food and hang out until I decide I want to go to sleep, which I can’t imagine being any time soon due to jetlag and the nap I already took. We can get to know each other before I start my PA duties tomorrow. You can answer the door because I’m not decent.” I flashed him my tits. “Also, touch me and you’ll learn just how good I am at martial arts.”

  “Then why have you got in bed naked, if you’re not up for it?” A frown line appeared between his brows.

  “To show you exactly what you can’t have, my brand-new friend.” I passed him the menu.

  “There’s the menu you can choose from tonight.” I said, letting it land on his groin area with a splat. “I’m not on it, and if you’re staying, you need to know I’m in the mood for watching chick flicks, starting with P.S. I love you seeing as I’m in Ireland and have a lady boner for Gerard Butler.”

  He took a moment while he stared at the menu, and I could tell he was wondering whether to leave in a huff or take my challenge.

  “What do you want me to order for you, my new bestie?” He said. “And this is the only night I’ll be doing anything for you. From tomorrow, you’re my assistant. I shall look forward to seeing what I can get you to assist me with. All completely within your role, of course.”

  I began to think I should have chosen to watch The Devil Wears Prada. Although it appeared the devil wore D&G.

  Fergus

  Holy fecking shit!

  Janie had properly played me this time. Right now, I was in a luxury bed in Castle Glenkerry, with the fittest bird I’d seen in years. She was totally naked and… I couldn’t touch her. Or rather, she wouldn’t let me. I might lose my manhood if she karate chopped it off, and looking at her face when she threatened me, I reckoned that was a distinct possibility.

  I had a right fecking hard on. Christ, those tits. My dick wanted to rub between them and come all over that perfect pink pout.

  Instead I was eating pizza at the side of her while she got emotional over a bloody romantic movie.

  Really, I should get the hell out of here and hit the bar. Hundreds of women (and some men) had paid for the VIP experience to stay here with me and the band. Tomorrow night was a buffet and Q&A session after which we had to mingle. I’d mingle all right. During the Q&A I’d have a good look at the buffet and I didn’t mean the food, and decide which pussy I was going to feast on.

  But for some reason,
which undoubtedly was the fact my new PA was currently unobtainable, I wanted to stay right here.

  I picked up the phone and called room service again. “Bottle of Scotch please, Suite 21.”

  “Get me another bottle of wine, and some potato chips.” My bedmate ordered.

  I put the phone down smirking. She could place her own damn order.

  She raised a brow. “Pick that phone back up and place my order, or I’ll ring security and have you removed from my room.”

  “I’m paying all the security. They’ll do what I ask.” My smirk got bigger.

  She raised both brows. “Fine. Place my order or I’m going to put you in a choke hold. One you won’t enjoy.”

  I picked up the phone and added her order. I didn’t need a bad neck ruining the rest of the break in my beloved Ireland.

  “So, how do you know Janie?” I asked deciding to try and disarm her with friendliness.

  Rolling her eyes, Harlow pressed pause on the film streaming.

  “I’ve known her for years. She’s my best friend. We were in a sorority together and just clicked. Friends ever since, though obviously I don’t see her much now she’s travelling the world, living the dream.”

  “Sorority. Did you girls get it on? You know, in a hazing ritual where you had to eat each other’s pussies out?”

  “If you’ve learned all your sexual knowledge from Pornhub I feel sorry for you. Also, if you can’t ask a decent question I’m going back to the movie.”

  I threw myself back against the headboard. “God, you’re no fun at all.”