Forbidden Forever (26 page)

Pulling into parking
garage, I notice a piece of paper on Chance's motorcycle. Once I park
my car, I walk over to see what it is. The paper is pink with red
roses down the side. I open the folded paper and read it.

Chance, darling, I am
so sorry for everything I have done. Please forgive me and answer my
calls. I love you and miss you so much. Love Always, Cathy

"Love always, yeah,
bitch. NO! Love no more," I say out loud to myself.

What nerve this woman
has. If she doesn't quit being such a lunatic, I will go Chuck Norris
on her ass. I can hear the bitch come out of me and it takes all I
have not to hunt Cathy down and kick her ass.

I fold the paper and
take it with me upstairs to give to Chance. If I am lucky, he will
completely ignore her crazy ass. I know in that sense he is better
than me, but it sure would make me feel better if he did. I walk
through the doors and notice a huge dozen red roses on the bar. Oh,
Chance has done it again, but he has never gotten me red roses
before. I reach for the card but Chance startles me.

"I got those for
Callie. Do you think it's too much?" he asks.

"Oh no, she will
love them. She should be home soon. Blake is bringing her home,"
I let him know.

"I knew she was
good. I'm just glad someone else heard it, too," Chance admits.

"Me, too," I
agree.

"I have something
for you, too," he murmurs.

"Oh, do you now?"
I smile.

"It's long, hard
and melts in your mouth," he teases.

"I would never
guess what that is." I wink.

He walks over the drawer
in the kitchen and pulls out a king-sized Hershey bar. I bust out
laughing.

"I was thinking..."
I trail off, not wanting to say it out loud.

"You dirty girl. I
love your dirty mind." He laughs, wrapping his arms around me
and pushing his lips to mine.

We are in a passionate
kiss when the kids walk into the kitchen.

"Don't y'all have a
room?" Kaleb asks.

"Yeah, eww. Parents
need to be behind doors for that." Callie makes an icky face.

We can't help but laugh
at the kids' expressions. They should be used to it by now. Chance
and I are very affectionate, to the point it would make me nauseated
if it were someone else. I chuckle at the thought.

"These flowers are
for you, Callie." I point to them.

"Really?" She
gushes and reaches for the card.

She has the biggest grin
on her face and flashes Chance such a sweet smile, then walks over to
him and hugs him tightly.

"I love you, too,"
she says softly.

My heart warms at the
sound of their feelings for each other. Michael was a good father,
but he never said those words. Now with everything that has happened,
the kids have decided they don't want anything to do with him
anymore. My heart aches for my children and having to live with
knowing their dad has done horrible things that in some ways are
unforgivable. He has been admitted to a psychiatric hospital for
evaluation and we have only spoken to his lawyer. I have no interest
in seeing his face or hearing his voice again. I know someday the
kids are going to want to confront him, and I will be there with them
every step of the way, but until that day, I am moving on. Callie and
Kaleb head off to bed and that leaves Chance and I some time to
discuss the whack job ex.

"I found this note
on your bike," I tell him as I hold out the folded paper.

He looks at me, curious
to what it is. He opens the paper and reads the inside so I can hear
it.

"I don't see the
point in answering her calls and I don't want to talk to her,"
he firmly expresses.

"I understand and I
will stand by you and whatever you chose. I hate that she won't stop.
I wish our lives would be a little less drama filled with the exes,"
I murmur and lay my head on his chest.

"I know. At least
yours is away somewhere safe for now. One less thing we have to worry
about. I just hope Cathy will get the hint before it gets out of
control with her. She was never a crazy person. I guess divorce lets
the worse out of people," he utters.

"I just hope I
don't have to pull out my can of whoop ass on her," I joke.

Chance laughs and his
hand slides down my arm and his fingers entwine between mine. Our
hands fit as though they were made for each other. He leads me to our
bedroom and closes the door behind him. He slowly removes my shirt
and tosses it to the floor. I unbutton his and slide it off his broad
shoulders and down his muscular arms. I run my fingers through the
patch of hair on his chest and lift my chin up to kiss his neck. The
smell of his cologne and the touch of his skin send a signal to my
woman part below and I can feel the intensity with every inhale. His
fingertips trail down my back, undoing my bra closure. The straps
fall down my shoulders and I slowly let my arms fall to the sides so
my bra slips off to the ground.

Chance stands back and
looks at me, slightly tilting his head and relinquishing his wicked
grin. I get so turned on by the way he looks at me. There is
something so sexy about a man who looks at you and sees your beauty
inside and out. He looks beyond the fat, through the stretch marks
and cellulite, and sees the beauty that has layers of history and
still thinks I am perfect. I run my hands down his chest to his happy
tail and I pause there just enough to tease him by playing with his
hair. He pushes me onto the bed and lays his hard body on top of
mine. We never make it to getting our pants off before we lay down. I
roll my eyes at how old we are but how we can't get enough of each
other. His cock is pushing against my thigh and my body is aching to
feel it inside me.

I slide my hand down to
undo his top button, then slowly unzip his zipper. I pull my hand
away to tease him and I put my hands on his face and gently bite his
bottom lip. He runs his tongue over my top lip and slips it into my
mouth, moving it around and around and slightly pulling back and I
can see his eyes blazing at me. He looks so deeply into mine that I
get the feeling he can see everything I am thinking at that moment.
He undoes my button on my jeans then pulls down the zipper and slides
my jeans down with a couple of wiggles. This man is good at getting
what he wants. I have surprised him today and he is in shock.
"Panties" he says, stunned. My eyes narrow and I smile the
sexiest damn smile I can muster. He pulls on the lace material and it
snaps in two. Holy shit! "A nice surprise but in the way
tonight," he teases.

He slides his hand
between my legs and rubs back and forth just before he slips his
finger into my sex.

"So wet," he
murmurs.

He pushes two fingers
into my sex and I moan with pleasure. Fuck, he knows how to touch me
in all the right ways. His breathing hitches and I move my hips with
his motions. He stops for a moment and stands at the foot of the bed.
I watch to see what he is doing and he slides his pants down along
with his boxer briefs and releases the pleasure sword. Holy fuck! I
can look at him and all his glory all day and night. The hardness of
his cock, his length, rock hard abs, and broad shoulders. Oh damn,
I'm horny as hell. I beg for his touch.

"Chance, I want to
feel you. I want to make love to you," I express to him.

"Sapphire, you look
so fucking sexy right now. I want to feel me in you," he utters.

He climbs back on the
bed and his cock is rubbing back and forth on the opening of my sex,
teasing me. I can feel the wetness as he lightly penetrates my folds
and rocks his hips up and down. I couldn't take much more of the
movement because it hits every sensual sex mark on my body. I grab
his cock and wrap my hand firmly around it, stroking up and down. He
switches positions and his cock is in perfect position to slide into
my mouth. His head dips down between my legs and his hand pushes my
legs farther apart. I wrap my lips around his length and his hips
move in rhythm, pushing it in and pulling it out as I suck hard. His
tongue is sliding up and down, in and out and driving me fucking
wild. The faster we move the more intense the feeling. I can't hold
back any longer and I let go, quivering from the sensation.

Chance moves in front of
me and slides his length into my sex, pushing deeper and faster.
Rocking in and out as my sex tightens around him. I nearly cum again
just as he finally stills and collapses against my bare skin. He
stays like this for a few minutes before rolling to the side of me
and pulling me close to him. He nuzzles my hair and even though the
intimate moment is something so small, it's just the knowing that he
doesn't just roll over that makes me feel that much more wanted. He
kisses my forehead and he wraps his legs between mine. I lay my head
on his chest, in that perfect spot made special for me, and drift off
to sleep.

I wake up with a jolt,
my breathing fast and unsteady. I have had another nightmare where I
fear for my life. This time Cathy and Michael are both out to kill
me. I wipe my hand over my head and I can feel the small beads of
sweat gathering there. I look over and see Chance is sound asleep and
he looks so peaceful. I wish I could remember what a peaceful night's
sleep was like. I get out of the bed and walk into the bathroom and
see myself in the mirror. I look dreadful, like I was kicked in the
stomach. I know firsthand what that looks like. I decide to take a
nice hot bath to relax my muscles and hopefully my nerves.

It is about four o'clock
in the morning, so I decide to go ahead and start a pot of coffee.
Once I have made a cup, I sit out on the balcony and wait for the sun
to come up. The beach and pool are so calm this early in the morning.
I should try and enjoy these moments more often and maybe then I can
find a way to not be scared anymore. My days and nights come and go
so fast that I don't have enough time to just stop and smell the
coffee. I hear the door open and I turn to see Chance standing in the
doorway with his flannel pajama pants and ripping abs. How can he
look so damn yummy this early in the morning and I look like this?

"I couldn't sleep
without you next to me. Is everything alright?" he utters.

"I had another bad
dream so I took a hot bath, hoping it would help. I'm still a little
shook up. It's so nice out here this time of day," I explain.

"Yes, it is. I wish
I could take the dreams away. I hope someday you will feel safe
again. I know this stuff with Cathy isn't helping any. I'm so sorry,
Sapphire," he says.

"I feel safe during
the day, or at least I thought I did. The fear seems to come when I
am sleeping. I feel like my head is trying to tell me that it isn't
over," I murmur.

"I will spend every
moment of my life trying to make sure he will never get to you
again," he promises.

"Now, I'm scared of
Cathy and what she is going to do next. After everything she told
your family, I feel sick with anxiety, and now this note. I just want
them to leave us alone."

He leans down in front
of my and touches my face gently. "It will stop. One day we will
drive off into the sunset and leave all these bitches behind."
He tries joking with me.

I giggle even though
deep down I don't think it will happen. The last thing that I want is
for him to worry about me more than he already does. I lean over and
press my lips to his. If he only had an inkling to what his touch
does to me, he might tease me a little more often.

We all get out of the
car parked near the Record Company's building and all three of us
look straight up at the tall building. Smash is in Orlando, Florida
so it took us a small drive to get here. I have a ton of damn
butterflies in my stomach and to be honest, Callie looks as calm as a
cucumber. I don't know how she manages to play it off so cool when I
am about to pee my pants from excitement. We walk through the door
and see a cute young girl around twenty years old at the front desk.
She has multiple piercings in her ears and on in her nose; her purple
hair is shaved on one side with Smash carved into it. It looks pretty
awesome if I say so myself. Sure, I couldn't pull the look off but
she totally does. Chance tells her who we are and that we are here to
see Nic Nash. She directs us to the fifteenth floor lobby.

This room is large and
has a huge buffet laid out for the artists, I assume. There are
records of all kinds in beautiful frames plastered over the walls. It
is all a little surreal that my daughter might someday be one of
them. I know I am getting a little full of myself, but seriously you
never know what could happen from this point. I notice Callie is
fidgeting with the bottom of her dress, so I walk over to ease her
nerves.