Forbidden Forever (23 page)

I hold my hand out in
front of her and she wipes her finger gently across it.

"Sapphires are a
nice touch. It looks very elegant. Beautiful, I am so happy for you,
sweetie." A tear rolls down her cheek.

"Thanks, Mom,"
I whisper back.

My mom is the most
amazing beautiful woman. I hope I look as good as her when I get in
my sixty's. The woman can still out-walk me on my best day. Sharing
this moment with those closest to me is so wonderful. Chance knows
how to make things amazing and then top it with a side of perfect.

Chance comes up behind
me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I lean my head back and nuzzle
him as we watch the sunset.

Later that evening,
after dinner, we finally have some alone time. I love cozying up in
the bed and watching the sky change from our window. Tonight the sky
is so clear that I can see the stars perfectly. There is no TV in
this room, which is a great thing since without it we spend more time
cuddling and talking. I think this is the best way to set up a
marriage bedroom. Chance climbs in the bed and slides close to me,
draping his arm over my stomach. A year ago I would have flinched but
now I just want him to hold me tighter. I love this man and
everything he has made me feel since the first moment when I nearly
fell on the desk. I roll around to face him, grabbing his face with
my free hand and brushing my finger over his moist lips. The sexy
lips curl up in a crooked way that lets me know he is sinfully ready
for me to touch every inch of his body.

"I can't wait to
call you my wife. Mrs. Laney Turner," he whispers.

"Dr. Chance Turner,
I can't wait to spend a lifetime hearing you call me that," I
reply.

His hands slide through
my hair, undoing its tie, and my hair slowly falls down my back. The
slightest touch of his skin sends chills down my spine. I could
orgasm just by his touch alone but my body craves something deeper,
something more intimate. His lips press firmly on my mouth and his
tongue slips through the opening and meets mine. The way he taste
opens all my senses up and I can feel the wetness between my legs
building. He is taking everything so slow that it is driving me wild.
I like the feeling of him teasing me and making me long for more. It
is seriously making me so fucking hot right now.

"Touch me," I
beg.

"How bad do you
want it?" he teases.

"I'll do whatever
you want," I admit.

"Whatever?" he
asks.

"Oh, yes. Please,"
I beg again.

He softly drags his
fingertips down my body starting at my neck and moving slowly down my
breasts, rib cage, navel, and reaching my sex. The craving for this
man to be inside me is getting more intense.

"Oh please, Chance.
Take me now," I cry out.

In that moment I am at
my sexual peak for frustration and I can't take it anymore. I push
him over on the bed and go to climb up on him, but he grabs me and
turns me over butt side up. He slaps me hard on my butt and I scream
out.

"Ouch." I
can't help but feel aroused by his dominant side.

"You bad girl. Be
still. It's my turn to have my way with you," he says.

He grabs the stethoscope
on the bedside table, wraps it around my wrists and pulls it tight. I
wiggle them, trying desperately to get them free but they are tied
too tightly. I can see the passion in his eyes and the lust he has
for me.

He rolls me over and his
mouth presses into my neck. He gently bites and a low growl comes out
of his throat. Holy shit, this is turning me on in ways I could never
imagine. I have never been into anything like this. The forcefulness
of his touch is something he has never shown me before. I like it,
but is it wrong for me to like playing the submissive after
everything I have been through? Here I go, over thinking everything
when I should be enjoying every touch, nibble, or any other thing he
wants to do that makes me feel this amazing. He opens the drawer
beside the table and pulls out a small bag. He spreads the contents
on the table and I turn to look at what he has in store for me.
Chocolate lotion, vanilla flavored dust, and a small feather duster.
I look at him and smile a wicked grin. Oh my, this is going to get
even hotter.

He grabs the chocolate
lotion and squirts it in his hand. He begins by rubbing his hands
together and warms it, then massages the lotion on my breasts. He is
straddled on top of me and leans down, lightly licking each nipple
and sucking one at a time. His hand moves smoothly with the
slipperiness of the lotion that when he reaches my sex it feels so
smooth except the experiment I was hoping he would notice.

"You shaved a heart
there." His eyes widen in surprise as he slides farther down on
me.

"I thought you
might like it." I gasp at his touch to my sensitive area.

"Oh, I like,"
he confirms just before he traces the heart with his finger. After
going over it a few times, his finger slips in the opening and I can
feel a warm tingling sensation from the lotion. The heat makes me
want to explode. He continues his motion back and forth and circling
of my clitoris. I grab his cock and stroke it in rhythm with him.

I moan as he pushes his
firm length into my sex and slides it in and out. I can feel the
ridge just before he pushes himself back in me. His lips press onto
mine and his hands slide up over my breasts, fondling one and lightly
trailing over to the other one. I slide my hand down to my sex and
rub my clitoris and I can feel him sliding in and out. The feeling is
naughty and so fucking hot that I come apart. Chance stills and I can
feel him pulsating inside me.

"I love that I can
do this to you," he says, still inside me.

Still
trying to catch my breath, I am speechless. He kisses my forehead and
rolls off me but he pulls me close to him. "Morefinity," I
finally muster.

* * *

It has been a month
since the proposal. We are not in a rush to walk down the aisle just
yet. I still have to meet his parents who have been in France for the
past couple months. They own a home over there and go a few times a
year. Now that they're back, we will be going over there for dinner
on Wednesday evening. I have someone covering the bar while I am
away. Callie and Kaleb will be going with us. They are super excited,
but I am in a panic that I won't fit the part they see as Chance's
wife. I mean they are the ones who wanted Catherine and Chance to get
married. I am sure they are going to see me as the home wrecker who
broke up the marriage they were pushing to save, and that is my
greatest fear. I have recruited Sierra to help me find everyone the
perfect thing to wear. First impressions are everything.

Owning a bar gives me
the flexibility to run errands and do things that having a full time
job never did. I meet up with Sierra after she gets off work on
Monday and we go to the St. Augustine Outlet malls for the designer
brands at a more reasonable price. First stop: Jones New York. These
types of stores have always intimidated me but with Sierra, it is
much more relaxing. I try on almost everything in the store and some
things more than once. We go to the Ralph Lauren outlet next and she
has me try on almost everything there before finding something that
actually worked for the both of us. We found a striped silk chiffon
skirt with a scoop neck black blouse and black strap heels. I am
finally calm about the outside appearance for myself. We found the
kids outfits, and I can't wait to see them all dressed up.

We have two days left
before the big dinner. I feel like I am going to puke from the
nerves. I go to Mouth and start working on the payroll so I can get
my mind off things and try to relax. I love my office here and how I
can see everything through the two-sided mirror. I get busy putting
in the times next to each employee's name. I sit back in my chair,
close my eyes and take in the peaceful moment. I love this bar and I
hope that someday we can branch out and possibly find more potential
artists. This Thursday one of the music labels is sending someone to
check out teen night. I haven't advertised it because I don't want
the kids to get nervous on stage. During the week if we have someone
perform and they sound amazing, we have them come back on the weekend
to be heard my music labels. We don't advertise it this way, but most
of the locals are aware of the way things are done. Teen night was
really just a night for teens to have a safe night out but according
to Smash Records, they have an insider that heard some amazing talent
on Thursday.

Surely it wasn't from
the football players. I roll my eyes just thinking of the horrific
sound. The last thing I need is for them to catch wind about this. My
ears couldn't make it through another night like that. I click
send
to the bookkeeper whot handles the entire payroll for the bar. I
notice that Brittany, one of the wait staff, is walking someone back
to my office. I notice the tall slender woman and place my hands on
the desk to brace myself for whatever is about to happen.

"Umm. Ms. Collins,
there is a Ms. Turner here to see you," she shyly informs me.

"Please send her
in, honey," I tell her.

As the woman walks in, I
stick my hand out toward the chair. "Please have a seat," I
offer her.

Instead of sitting in my
chair, I lean on front of the desk.

"How may I help
you?" I ask.

"I came to get to
know the woman in Chance's life who is behind our divorce. You see, I
let him go without a fight but I have decided that I want him back.
It was a mistake to let you have him. We belong together and you are
just a middle-aged mistake. He will come back to me once he wakes up
to whom you are. I have done some digging and you have quite the
past. I wondered if he knew and then I realized it was something you
would never tell anyone. You play all sweet and innocent, but you and
I both know that you are nothing but a whore," she tells me just
before she crosses her arms.

I stare at her without
knowing what to say. There were a couple years in the beginning of
college that I had a done something I am not proud of. Things
happened and I am afraid of what anyone would think of me, afraid
that the past would someday come out and break who I have become.

"I don't care what
you think you know. You have no right to come in here and threaten
me. If you think for one second that Chance will go back to you, then
you are sadly mistaken. He loves you as his once best friend not as a
wife. As for my past, well, you can tell him if you want but it is
something I am not ashamed of anymore. Do your worst," I mutter.

"No worries, hon. I
will," she utters as she stands and walks out the door.

I hold onto the desk and
wait to see her leave the building. What am I going to do? I have
never told anyone other than Michael this story and I am not sure if
people will hate me for the person I was, or if they can put
themselves in my place and understand where I came from. But how did
she find out this secret I have kept for years? My parents don't even
know what happened all those years ago. I kept it from them because
they would blame themselves.

MICHAEL! That jackass.
After I continue to give him a free pass, this is what he does to me.
I don't want to face him ever again. When I stabbed him and got away,
I thought he would finally leave me alone. I guess now he wants to
take away everything I have without him since I am finally happy.

I won't let it happen. I
need to talk to Chance.

Our bar manager, Ross,
closes up for me and I leave early to tell Chance everything.
Arriving at the condo, I sit in my car and think about what I am
going to say that could possibly make this not as bad as it actually
is. After ten long minutes, I suck it up and go upstairs. Chance is
on the couch with the kids watching a movie. I can't even tell what
is on and I am too on edge to look. I wave to everyone and walk to
the bedroom so I can regroup before confessing my sins. I sit on the
foot of the bed and put my hands over my face. My heart rate is
getting faster and I am starting to feel sick to my stomach.

In walks the third
greatest thing that has ever happen in my life. I look up and see
concern on his face as he stands in the doorway. I don't know how he
is going to feel after this, but I have to tell him. I am just hoping
that he loves me enough to see past it and never hold it against me.
The thought of telling him something that still haunts me to this day
is making me want to vomit. I don't know how to start the
conversation. I don't want to lose what we have and lose that look in
his eyes when he sees me. The thought of things changing is
heartbreaking beyond words. I remember the years Michael threw it in
my face nearly every day, the names he would call me and the pain I
felt after each one. Chance has never been hateful to me, but I fear
he is about to show his true colors.