Forbidden Forever
Authors: Christy Dilg
Forbidden Forever
By: Christy Dilg
Copyright © 2013
Christy Dilg
ISBN 978-0-9899608-0-9
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are products of the author's imagination and meant to be used in a
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The
following story contains sexual situations and strong adult language.
It is intended for adult readers.
Cover Design: © RP
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Editing: Megan Taylor
Formatting: Magnolia
Belle
Photography: ©Amy Haring
Dedication
To my wonderful husband
and daughter for always believing in me and pushing me to follow my
dreams, no matter how many or how far out they may be.
Acknowledgements
I want to thank my
husband for always sticking by my side through every new adventure I
decide to go down. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and
holding my hand through every moment for the past 17 years. Without
you I would not be where I am today. You broke me out of a shell and
gave me the confidence to be more than I ever dreamed I could be. I
love you way MORE, Puffin!
Thank you to my
beautiful daughter who has been my rock through everything. Thank you
for being the best gift in my life and for sharing the best part of
you with me. You surprise me every day with your strength and love.
Thank you for putting up with my Fifty Shades obsession and my
instagram. You could have disowned me but still claimed me as your
mom. I love you to the stars and back.
Thank you to my parents
for raising such an amazing child and being even more amazing
parents. Thank you for supporting me and always having my back. I was
blessed with three of the best parents a kid could ask for. To my
daddy in Heaven, you are my reason for always striving to be a better
me. I love you all so much.
To my Best Friend who
makes my head swell anytime I am around her. Thank you for always
being there for me in all ways that a friend should be and more.
Thank you for encouraging me to continue this book when I was scared
to finish. Thank you for giving me another amazing family and always
being you. I love you Morefinity!
Thank you to all of my
family and friends who share in my life and let me share in theirs. I
am blessed to have each one of you in my life.
Thank you to my Alpha
Beta reader and friend Kasey Seal for being my female cover model,
inspiring my writing, but also for helping me go through every page
and make it the best it could be. I love you. Thank you to my male
cover model Joshua Rousse for driving to my hometown for a photo
shoot and dealing with me. You are the best.
Thanks to the Beta
readers Stephanie, Chante, Chelsey, Carmela, Sara, Tiffany, Peggy,
and Jacquie for being a part of my journey. A huge thank you to my
freakin awesome editor Taylor Megan for unscrambling my words and
making them beautiful. Thank you RP Designs for creating a stunning
book cover that takes my breath away. Thank you to my formatter
Magnolia Belle for helping it all come together. Without all of you
Forbidden Forever would big mess and I will be forever grateful.
Last but not least,
THANK YOU THYROID CANCER for letting me kick your ass and giving me a
second chance at life. This book would have never been written if it
wasn't for the bucket list I have always wanted to check off but
never had the guts to until now.
Morefinity,
Christy
Table of Contents
Laney's
POV
Here we go again. He is
on a rampage about how I look. I have yet to figure out the reason
why he stays with me if I disgust him so much. I look in the mirror
and see the same person I have always been: sandy blonde hair, blue
eyes, high cheekbones, and just a few more curves than fifteen years
ago. His cold, hard words are like daggers jabbed into my side. Not
enough to kill, but just enough to leave massive scars.
As I make my way to my
car for my first day on a new job, he follows behind me and yells, "I
don't know why you even bother putting makeup on. You look like a
piece of lard no matter what you do."
Holding back the tears,
I get into the car and turn on some "Gunpowder and Lead" by
Miranda Lambert before driving to Flagler Memorial Hospital for my
first day as the Director's assistant.
Happily ever after! What
is that supposed to feel like? The thoughts pour through my head,
questioning myself over and over. After being married to him for
fourteen years you would think that all the hard times would be
behind us and we would only feel love toward one another. Instead, I
feel hate and sadness. Hate for this man who hurts me every day,
breaking a piece of my soul little by little. Sadness for the person
I used to be before I married him and lost my true self. How many
more days will I be able to put up with the pain and stay? Will I
ever get the strength to leave and find me again?
I have very energetic
butterflies in my stomach, along with feeling less than perfect after
Michael's harsh words before I left this morning. I shake it off and
plaster on a fake smile as I walk into the human resource office. The
lady behind the desk has long platinum blonde hair and she is wearing
a dark navy blue skirt and matching jacket with a white collared
shirt opened about three buttons down. She looks like she should be
on the cover of Vogue or maybe even Playboy. I am feeling less than
acceptable in my black knee-length pencil skirt, white ruffled
blouse, and red heels with my thick curves, none of which are a match
for her slim body. I'm pretty sure hers are fake anyway; smiling to
myself, I start feel a little better. I introduce myself as Laney
Collins and let her know I am here to work as the assistant to Dr.
Chance Turner.
She puts her hand out
and says, "Hello, I am Holly Benson. What a pleasure to finally
meet you. I have heard wonderful things about you. Let's go get you
settled in."
Now I feel awful for
being so rude about her in my inner thoughts. She walks me down a
long, light blue hallway to the Heart Center where I will be working.
We walk through a door
on the left that leads into a small office with a larger office
attached to it. It is an inviting office with soft yellow walls and
dark oak furniture. Above the desk is a big dry erase board that has
what looks to be plans written out on it. Holly shows me my desk and
the mini fridge under one side of it, along with how to work the
phone and intercom system. She turns on the computer and hands me my
login and password on a bright pink post-it.
"Dr. Turner's
special request list is in the green folder. This includes how he
likes his coffee and anything he expects you to do here while at the
office," she informs me.
Nodding, I open the
folder and take a quick glance. Hmmm he likes his coffee black.
Before turning to leave the office, Holly assures me it is not as
complicated as it looks and that Dr. Turner will be arriving at 8:30
am.
She quickly steps back
in, and while adjusting her jacket, she whispers as if she is telling
a big secret. "He is eye candy so you better prepare yourself
now."
She disappears from my
vision and I sit in the chair, lay my head back, close my eyes, and
start taking in small breaths to relax myself before my big day.
The butterflies have
just decided to throw a party and I need to get myself together. Once
I open my eyes, a tall man in his 40's is looking down at me with a
wide grin on his face and eyes as blue as the ocean. He has shiny,
charcoal black hair that is just long enough to run your fingers
through and pull with pleasure. Along with that gorgeous head of
hair, he has a sculpted jaw line and fuck me shoulders that are
stretching the fabric of his suit jacket. I can't help but think
about putting my hands up to grab a hold of his shoulders while
letting my inner juices flow out with genuine gratification. Who is
this man turning my professional persona into a freaky sex fiend? I
stand up, nervously rolling my chair behind me, and suddenly I trip
over my own feet and fall towards the desk. Collecting myself, I
shake the naughty thoughts out of my head.
I hold my hand out and
break the silence with, "Hi, I am Laney Collins, the new
assistant for Dr. Turner. How may I help you?"
He laughs while giving
me the once over. When his eyes reach my face again he utters,
"Hello, I am Dr. Turner."
At this point my face
goes from a light shade of pink to a dark shade of red. Dr. Turner's
grin just shot up another inch, which would have been so fucking hot
if it wasn't for the fact that I knew he wanted to laugh at me some
more. Stretching his hand out, he directs me into his office.
His cherry oak desk
fills most of the room in an L shape with over-head shelves holding
toy motorcycles, books, and more papers than one should have. He
proceeds to tell me about my job duties and what he expects of me as
he sits in his large, leather chair. I am jotting things down on my
notepad while I sit in the chair across from his desk, crossing my
legs at the knees, as he proceeds to question me about where I see
myself in a year. When it comes to work, I am very confident that I
can do basically anything thrown my way.
