The Forever Weekend

  THE BEST BROKEN PROMISE

  Imagine having two gorgeous concierge butlers pick you up at the airport for your long-awaited annual girls’ weekend. Imagine having one of those to-die-for guys flirt with you outrageously in an amazingly sexy Southern drawl. Imagine having him pursue you until you gave in, but you both promised that it would be no more than a weekend fling. That was what Livi and Taylor agreed to, but by the end of the weekend the promise was broken, and Livi had to go home. Life without Taylor sucked. Life without Livi was the worst. Life together...they both wished for it, and someone had to make a move to seize their future.

  ALSO BY L.P. MAXA

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  Sanctuary

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  Certainty

  Inevitably

  Finally

  The Devil’s Share

  Play Nice

  Play Dirty

  Play Fair

  Play Softly

  Play Hard

  Play For Keeps

  St. Leasing

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  Breath Taking

  Jaw Dropping

  Heart Stopping

  Soul Crushing

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  Stumbled into Love

  Rescued

  The Forever Weekend

  L.P. Maxa

  www.BOROUGHSPUBLISHINGGROUP.com

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Boroughs Publishing Group does not have any control over and does not assume responsibility for author or third-party websites, blogs or critiques or their content.

  THE FOREVER WEEKEND

  Copyright © 2020 L.P. Maxa

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  ISBN: 978-1-951055-94-3

  E-book formatting by Maureen Cutajar

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  To all those laughter-filled nights we can never talk about again

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Before the recent additions and changes, this book had been titled Never Ever, and I wrote it after a girls’ trip to the beach with a group of my friends. They were my inspiration then, and they’re my support now. So this time, I want to thank all my wonderful girlfriends. Thank you for all the laughter and the dancing. Thank you for the late night What-a-Burger runs and the perfectly made cocktails. Thank you for the road trips and the inside jokes. Thank you for the drawer full of custom t-shirts. Thank you for knowing all my secrets. Thank you for giving me memories to last a lifetime.

  CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  The Forever Weekend

  “A good friend knows all your stories. A best friend helped you write them.”

  —Unknown

  Prologue

  Livi

  I pulled my sporty little Audi into an empty parking spot at my husband’s swanky downtown office. It’d been ages since I’d visited him at work. “Kasey, I’m going to have to call you back.” I held the phone against my ear with my shoulder and shut the car door with my foot.

  “No. We have to get these tickets booked today, Livi.”

  I rolled my eyes as I tried to balance the bags of takeout I was carrying and my oversized purse. “I’m surprising Patrick with lunch, and my hands are full. I’m going to end up dropping my phone.”

  “You’ll be fine.”

  I took and let out a deep calming breath. “Fine, give me a second to readjust.” I didn’t wait for her reply before setting my phone on the hood of my car and transferring all the bags into one hand. “Okay. Now, tell me the flying death trap times again.” Half-heartedly, I listened to my best friend list the departure times for our upcoming trip to Georgia as I balanced all my crap and headed through the spinning doors to surprise my husband with his favorite meal.

  I felt like we’d been growing apart lately, and the distance had finally gotten to me. We were both so busy, and we seemed to be on two completely different schedules. He got home late, and I left the house early. Weekends were full of obligations with friends and to-do lists a mile long. I’d woken up that morning, feeling so far away from my husband that there was a slight ache in my chest. I needed to make more of an effort to put our marriage first. I knew that if I did, Patrick would follow suit. He was a workaholic, but he loved me. I simply needed to remind him that I was still here.

  “Is that good for you?”

  My friend’s question snapped me out of my head and reminded me that I was still on the phone. “I’m fine with whatever, Kasey. You’re the one with the kid. We’ll leave when it works for you.”

  I was super pumped for our yearly girls’ trip, even if I wasn’t really paying attention to the smaller details like flight times. I needed a vacay in the worst way. Ha. That rhymed, I could use it in my next book. I should write it down or I’d forget, my brain was a scattered mess on a good day. What were the chances I could grab my notebook out of my purse without dropping all the food and shattering my cell on the shiny waxed concrete? Probably not great, I shouldn’t even attempt it.

  When the elevator doors opened, I pressed the button to the top floor. Patrick was successful, and his office was proof. A lot of glass windows and modern leather, sterile if you asked me. Although no one had. Not even the annoyingly put-together interior designer his company had hired after his last promotion.

  Miraculously, my cell hadn’t dropped Kasey’s call while I was riding to the eighteenth floor. I’d listened while she had discussed the pros and cons of flying out before or after her toddler’s nap time. I loved her kid, with all my heart, but I needed her to pick a flight and let me have lunch with my husband in peace.

  “Okay, I’ve really got to go now, Kasey, I’m walking up to his door.” Usually Patrick’s secretary was posted at her desk outside his office, but today it was empty. Oh. Duh, Mrs. Mitchell retired, he’d told me that weeks ago. I won
dered if he hired someone new yet. Had he mentioned it to me and I’d let it go in one ear and out the other? I needed to make a better effort to listen about his day. It was so late by the time he got home, I was usually a glass of wine deep and mentally exhausted.

  “Livi. Are you even listening to me?”

  I snorted. “No, I’m not listening to you. I told you I need to go, my hands are full, and I’m two seconds away from walking into Patrick’s office.” I balanced the phone against my shoulder once again, using my free hand to open the oversize door. “Kasey, book the tickets and then email me the…Holy. Fuck.”

  “What? Holy fuck, what?”

  I dropped the takeout bags, Mexican food exploded everywhere while my purse slid down to the floor beside my feet. The only thing I managed to keep a death grip on was my cell phone.

  My husband was having sex with a tiny blonde woman. They were going at it on his desk so hard they didn’t even hear me walk in. I mean it was a huge office, but still. They didn’t hear me talking on the phone, or me dropping the food. They didn’t hear my life crumbling before my eyes. Which was odd, because to me it sounded a lot like a fucking explosion.

  “Livi? What’s going on?”

  “Patrick is having sex with someone on his desk,” I whispered into the phone as I stood there, in the doorway to Patrick’s coldly styled office, and watched him have sex with someone who wasn’t me. Why was I whispering? It was as if I didn’t want to interrupt them. Was she his new secretary? If so, she certainly had different job duties than seventy-year-old Mrs. Mitchell.

  “What? Livi?”

  “This is the most cliché moment of my entire life.” I angled my head to the side, getting a better view. “I’ll have to call you back. Love you, bye.”

  I couldn’t quite decide how I felt in that instant. I kind of wanted to throw an epic fit, scream, and break all the overpriced things within my reach. Then again, I kind of wanted to turn around and let them finish. I tilted my head to the other side, watching him nail into her.

  Patrick’s pale white ass was on full display and the blonde’s legs were spread so wide it looked like she was doing a split. Huh. I couldn’t tell you the last time my husband had fucked me like that. For some reason, it was that thought that finally set me off.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  Two heads swiveled in my direction, finally realizing that they weren’t alone. It took them long enough. Pretty sure I’d been standing in the doorway for actual minutes. Patrick’s eyes went as wide as those stupid china plates he insisted we register for, the ones I’d hated. He scrambled off the girl, pulling his slacks up from around his ankles.

  “Livi. Shit, this isn’t what it looks like.”

  I laughed, manically, like a crazy person. “For real? This isn’t what it looks like? It looks like you are cheating on me.” I threw my hands up, shrugging dramatically. “Am I confused? Is it something else?” I reached down and grabbed a foil-wrapped burrito from the pile of food on the floor, and then chucked it at his head. “Is it some kind of new Heimlich maneuver?” I got him in the shoulder, but the burrito basically imploded and his shirt was ruined so I was marginally happy. “Was she choking?”

  The girl was now dressed and cowering in a corner. Her continued presence was only pissing me off further. Read the room, chick.

  “No, honey, look… Shit. I am so sorry, Livi, please, honey—”

  I cut him off when I tossed the entire cup of hot queso on his crotch. I smiled when he let out a rather high-pitched shriek, doubling over in pain. Stupid bastard. “Don’t call me honey. Don’t call me period. Don’t text me. Don’t come home. I mean it, Patrick. We’re done.”

  “Livi, sweetie, you don’t mean that. Let’s talk about this. We can fix this.”

  He was simultaneously trying to keep the scalding cheese away from his dick and pleading with me to stay. His home-wrecker blonde was now crying in the corner. I didn’t know why I kept focusing on the fact that she was a blonde. In reality, it didn’t matter what color hair she had. She’d fucked my husband. We’d never be friends.

  “There is nothing to fix. Asshole.” I picked up my purse from the floor and frowned when I realized I’d thrown the only intact burrito. Cheating husband or not, a girl had to eat. “Not anymore,” I huffed, slamming the door so hard on my way out that the windows rattled and every head on the floor swiveled in my direction. I felt this weird anger/numbness come over me as I made my way back to the elevators. Almost like I knew I should be furious, but part of me didn’t give two flying fucks.

  I thought work and our busy schedules were driving us apart. I’d felt guilty for not being a better wife, a better partner, but really it was Patrick’s inability to keep his dick in his pants. I wondered how long he’d been cheating. I wondered if that was the first girl. I wondered if I called in another food order on my way to the car if it’d be ready in the time it’d take me to drive back to the restaurant.

  I suddenly couldn’t tell what I was more upset about. The fact that I walked in on my husband fucking someone else, or that I’d wasted all that amazing Mexican food.

  Chapter One

  Livi

  Airplanes were not my most favorite place to be. They smelled bad and were a breeding ground for bacteria. Not to mention that heavy metal boxes had no business being in the air. But I’d calculated the drive to Georgia, and it wasn’t worth it for a long weekend. So, I’d let my best friend drag my ass onto the unnatural monstrosity.

  “Are you going to tell them?”

  I shook my head as I collapsed into the thin blue leather seat. “Nope.”

  “You need to tell them.”

  I rolled my eyes, as I stored my purse in its proper place under my feet. “Yes, Kasey, I’m aware that I need to tell my best friends that I’m getting divorced.”

  “You should have told them when it happened.”

  I sighed; this was getting exasperating. Kasey had been giving me a hard time about keeping secrets ever since they called us for boarding. I’d never thought I’d be getting divorced. When I said I do, I had every intention of I Doing forever. It was more embarrassing than I expected, harder to talk about with the people close to me. I could ramble about my personal life to the grocery store bag boy, and I had, but I was finding it near impossible to open up to my friends.

  “It’s not so easy to talk about. Not to mention I’ve been a little busy. I was doing all those pesky things like kicking Patrick out, finding a lawyer, and convincing my mom that I did not need to move in with her.” I clicked my seat belt into place, tightening it. “By the time I had a moment’s peace, this trip was only a few weeks away. Girls’ Trip is for drinking and debauchery, not divorce talk.”

  “Well, you found the time to tell me.”

  I snorted. “No, I didn’t. You just happened to be on the phone with me when I walked in and caught the man I’ve been married to for the last five years nailing his brand-new secretary.”

  I side-eyed the guy who’d sneezed relatively close to my shoulder.

  “You found out by default.” I looked over at one of my favorite people in the world. Kasey and I met in college at a party our freshman year. We bonded over our love of oldies music and ice-cold beer. Right now, her big brown eyes were full of love and support. I knew she was right, but I was in no way, shape, or form about to ruin our yearly girls’ trip with my soon-to-be divorce. “Please drop it for now, Kasey. I need this weekend, and I need it to be drama free.”

  My three best friends and I took one trip a year together, one. I wasn’t about to spend the next three days doing anything other than drinking, dancing, and laughing with my tribe.

  “I’m about to take my antianxiety drops so I can make it through this damn flight.” I held up the little brown dropper bottle in my hands. “I swear I miss the old days when we were broke college kids and couldn’t afford to fly anywhere.” I put two drops of the holistic calming meds under my tongue, ignoring Kasey’s laughter. Sh
e knew I hated to fly, they all knew I hated to fly. But here I was, yet again, on another flight.

  Kasey gasped beside me, then started to shake my shoulder. “Livi, look, is that our pilot? I swear I saw that guy at the bar this morning when we were drinking breakfast.”

  “Stop. It.” I narrowed my eyes trying to determine if she was kidding.

  “I’m serious.” She was smiling though, fighting back laughter, so she had to be joking.

  “Serious pain in my ass. Now leave me alone. You aren’t funny.” I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. Within a few minutes I started to feel a little woozy, like I’d drunk half a bottle of wine. Hmmm this was a nice way to fly. Within another sixty seconds I felt like I’d switched from wine to tequila. These holistic people knew their stuff.

  “Livi? Livi.”

  I opened one eye when I heard my name. “What now? Did you see our flight attendant doing lines in the bathroom?”

  “What? No. We landed. We’re here.”

  I opened the other eye, looking past her out the little round window, amazed that we were on the tarmac. “Really? I slept through the whole flight? I’m gonna be pissed if we haven’t even taken off yet, Kasey, I swear—"

  “We’re really here, weirdo. You’ve been asleep for like three hours.” She started digging around in her purse, grabbing her phone and turning it on. “You’re terrible company.”

  I sat up straighter, stretching my arms above my head. “Sorry. Either I was tired or those are some badass holistic meds my yoga instructor gave me.” I felt so alive and refreshed, I needed to send her limber ass a thank you note.

  We waited until it was our turn to get off the plane, which seemed to take an eternity. When we rounded the corner, following the signs to baggage claim, I stopped short and put my arm out to get Kasey’s attention. “Uh, why is there a handsome young man holding a sign with our names on it? Are we being Punk’d?” I started looking around, checking for a hidden camera crew or Ashton Kutcher.