Chasing Him: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Dark Love Series Book 4)

by Kat T. Masen

  Kat T. Masen

  Chasing Him

  A Forbidden Second Chance Romance

  The Dark Love Series Book 4

  Kat T. Masen

  Copyright 2020 Kat T. Masen

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

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  Disclaimer: The material in this book contains graphic language and sexual content and is intended for mature audiences, ages 18 and older.

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  Our vows were exchanged.

  We had our whole lives planned out.

  And even brought our son into this world.

  Until hours later… when everything stopped, and you were suddenly gone.

  Life was perfect, until the day the only man she had ever been with, the man who had stolen her heart at the tender age of seventeen, was taken away before his time.

  Desperate, angry, and unable to heal, Adriana hits rock bottom and is forced to seek help for the sake of her son. What she doesn’t expect is a friendship from an unlikely source—Julian Baker, her best friend’s ex-fiancé.

  Julian is every bit the man she isn’t expecting to walk into her life—intelligent, witty, and extremely handsome. Their unique friendship soon turns into a forbidden relationship. As lovers, they form a bond that must remain hidden from their family and friends, but secrets can only be kept for so long.

  Adriana’s brother, Lex, loathes Julian and will stop at nothing to break them apart.

  Will Lex’s controlling nature and overprotective stance on his wife drive Adriana to end another great love in her life? Or will she finally heal with a man who never intended to steal her heart?

  Blurb

  Table of 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

  Epilogue

  Bonus Scene

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  There is a faint sound.

  A warning sound, it sends chills throughout me—I know it’s all about to end.

  Any ounce of hope, a miracle, is fading like the light in his eyes.

  His eyes, they reflect death.

  It’s only a matter of hours, minutes, even seconds, and he’ll be gone. Unable to be seen, touched, or heard, and being six feet under the ground, are his only destiny.

  The man in the stark white coat gently places his hand on my arm. With a sympathetic glance, his calm voice speaks the inevitable. “Mrs. Evans, I think it’s time you said goodbye to your husband.”

  My face is expressionless unlike everyone else in the corridor. My dad and brother have bloodshot eyes, their tears barely contained in a state of anguish. My mom is inconsolable, rocking our son back and forth in an attempt to shield him from the grief surrounding us.

  If only someone could do that for me.

  Soon, he will be only my son.

  My brother is by my side, urging me forward, trying to encourage me to enter the room, pay my final respects to my husband. Following his lead, I enter the room, and immediately my eyes watch him for what could be the very last time. He is pale, gaunt, and sick. The remaining strands of his once-luscious locks are barely visible. Vibrant blue eyes have morphed into dull gray orbs shadowed by deep circles. His lips are a light shade of blue… blue…

  I’m standing at his bedside.

  With no strength to lift his hand, his ailing attempt to touch me one last time becomes too hard, and he gives up, defeated.

  His own fault.

  He should’ve fought. For us, for life.

  Elijah chose this path. He refused any treatment which could’ve saved him. Instead, our love, our son, wasn’t worth the fight.

  With a strained voice, he mutters his final words, “I did this for us. You deserve a life with someone who will see it through with you till the very end. Don’t hate me, Adriana… please…”

  I want to scream, punch him in the face, but my emotions are brutally interrupted, the beep flat-lines followed by panic in the room. The voices echo as the scene before me becomes a blur—a frantic scramble to save him one last time.

  Three… two… one… Clear!

  His body jerks. Nothing.

  Repeat… repeat… repeat.

  Time is lost on me.

  The doctor looks at the nurse, shaking his head slowly. At this moment, actions speak louder than words. The pity in their eyes, the removal of their masks, the impending glance at the clock.

  “Time of death… 11:53 p.m.”

  The sobs are achingly loud, piercing the drum of my ear.

  They don’t belong to me.

  I feel his arms wrap around me. My brother is trying to protect me. He pulls me in, smothering my face into his suit jacket. His warm tears fall freely onto my cold cheeks, blurring the vision of my husband being covered by a blanket.

  Lost in his embrace, it starts to sinks in.

  The reality has hit like a looming storm.

  And just like a crack of thunder, I let out a startling scream which rushes straight to my heart, forcing my brother to embrace me tighter and shield me from the pain.

  My husband is gone.

  My son’s father is dead.

  I am alone.

  There is chaos in the room, a madness which can only be tolerated for a few minutes before you’re forced to sneak away and seek solace behind the glass doors.

  It’s called—daycare.

  Today is no ordinary day. I’ve been dreading this event since a yellow note came home in Andy’s backpack three weeks ago. A tiny piece of paper announcing ‘Bring Daddy to Daycare Day.’

  I mean, really, what the fuck? Who the
hell thought this would be beneficial to young children?

  It’s bad enough Hallmark has staked their claim in the world, forcing consumers to celebrate an array of occasions, and if you didn’t tick the box of being in a relationship or are short a parent, you’re left to feel like the worst person in the world.

  This is who I’ve become.

  Not only that, preschool-age children have short attention spans. Asking them to sit on a rug while some lucky kid explains how awesome their dad is because he’s a police officer who fights baddies, is asking a lot of the twenty-odd children inside the room.

  The second I read the note, my cell goes into overdrive. My overprotective brother wants to make sure I’m okay, and he has to open his big fat mouth causing my parents to worry. You would think I’d be used to it by now, the constant fretting over my well-being.

  I’m fucking fine.

  Just like the song says, Always look on the bright side of life.

  Well, the bright side is this ugly orange wall I stand against as I watch the room quickly fill up with parents. Dads every which way you turn. Several are happily playing with their children, some are dressed in suits like my brother, and others are dressed more casually—those are the stay-at-home daddies. You can spot them a mile away. They carry around a backpack like it’s loaded with explosives only to know it’s full of diapers, wipes, and other emergency items to keep the boo-boos away.

  At least they aren’t wearing overalls. Ugh.

  It’s no surprise police-officer dad is getting the most attention. When it comes to men in uniforms, the single mothers inside the room hover around them like leeches. Are we at daycare or a Tinder meet-up? It’s amusing to watch, especially when you see them strategically try to adjust their blouse to show more cleavage.

  I start to lose circulation in my leg as Andy clings to me for dear life, hiding his face in fear, aware of the unusual activity around him.

  “Why isn’t my grandbaby runnin’ round like the other kids?”

  Taking a deep breath to calm my annoyance, I turn to face Mary Jean, Andy’s grandmother. She’s borderline getting on my nerves. As far as mothers-in-law go, I guess I should count myself lucky, although she hovers over Andy like he’s an abandoned baby bird. He has a mother, me.

  “He’s a little shy now, Mary Jean. Give him a moment.”

  “Don’t know why ya put him in here. Told ya to move close to home, and I can take good care of him,” she rattles on.

  She waits for an answer, but I don’t give one.

  Geographically, the distance is welcoming. We mainly see her on holidays when she flies to LA or the one time we flew down south. Though, the death of her son impacted her so greatly, her knock on my door happens more often than I’d have liked.

  And I mean way too often.

  Mr. Lugo, a young male teacher, enters the room. Mary Jean adjusts her blouse, yanking it down to reveal her very full bust. Quickly pulling out her compact, she checks her face and teeth. For a fifty-something-year-old woman, she definitely doesn’t show her age. Her bleach-blonde hair and bright blue eyes give her a youthful elegance. She is a firm believer in homeopathic remedies and weird-ass creams which take years off your life if you apply them every night.

  Aging isn’t in her vocabulary, and neither is the word ‘privacy.’ Every time she stays with us, I find her rummaging in my closet. At first, I was polite and gave her some items, even though she is slightly bigger than me, but that isn’t an obstacle—it only means she flashed more skin than necessary. Then, she got on my nerves. My closet is my haven—nobody touches it. Charlie and Eric are the only exceptions.

  “How do I look, darl?” She flattens her skirt waiting for my opinion.

  “Like you’re twenty-one, Mary Jean.”

  With a wide smile, she squeezes my arm and tails Mr. Lugo. God help me.

  “Thank God, your mom is awesome. I really got lucky in the mother-in-law department.” Charlie is standing on my right, carrying baby Ava who has vomited all over Charlie’s chest.

  I scrunch up my nose as the smell lingers my way. “Gross, cleavage puke?”

  “Yep, the worse kind,” Charlie complains.

  “Oh, well, that’s what you get for having knockout tatas,” I point out.

  She holds Ava out to Lex, then discretely tries to shove tissues down her blouse in an attempt to clean herself up. Lex, who’s sulking as Amelia ran off, beams as Ava is resting in his arms. He rocks her gently as she stirs, and I smile watching my brother so at ease with his baby girl. Sometimes, I can’t believe how much life has changed for him, for them.

  This day is just as important to my brother. You see, Lex is such an important part of Andy’s life. Aside from my dad, he is the only male figure in my son’s life, and I know, at times, it confuses Andy. From an early age, I’d talk about Elijah and show pictures to Andy. It’s important he knows who his father was, even if he never got the chance to know him.

  Andy has several of Elijah’s features, and many comment on how much he reminds them of him. It’s the dirty-blond hair, the bright blue eyes, and the way his dimples set when he smiles. To add to that, Andy is smart. The daycare workers have mentioned to me his IQ surpasses the other children of the same age. They suggest some external programs to help further his knowledge and build on his strengths. It’s a lot for me to take in considering he is just shy of three, and my understanding of being three is hanging out in the sandbox and stomping in mud puddles when it rains.

  I want Andy to have a normal life as much as possible, not missing out on the important things just because Elijah isn’t here. Quite often, he’ll proudly tell everyone Daddy is working in heaven, though the reality of his words is too enormous for him to understand.

  Today, he senses it’s different. The toys and noise don’t entice him. His lips tremble as the chaos overwhelms him, just about on the verge of tears. I’m trying to be strong, but that strength is turning into anger. I want to yell at the management for creating such a stupid event. I want to gouge the eyes out of everyone looking at Andy and me like we’re circus freaks, and most of all, I want to scream at Elijah for leaving us in this mess.

  Yet, I stand perfectly still, a fake smile plastered on my face.

  “You okay?” Lex is annoying me again with his overbearing worry.

  I nod, then smile. He doesn’t buy it. After all, he’s known me my entire life.

  Lex leans down to talk to Andy, raising his voice above all the noise. “Switch. You take Ava, and I’ll take Andy,” he offers.

  He hands me Ava, who has fallen asleep again. I lean down to smell her face. It smells like baby. I don’t remember Andy smelling the same, but then again, I was suffering post-partum depression. I couldn’t even get out of bed, let alone take care of my son.

  Andy senses movement on my behalf and clings on tighter. Lex kneels to his level. I don’t hear the words he is saying, I only see Andy wrap his little hands around Lex, burying his head into his neck to hide his face again. They walk outside to the sandbox to be with Amelia. I watch as Amelia tries to steal a shovel from a little boy, pulling it directly from his hands and causing the little boy to break out in tears.

  “I swear that little shit is doing my head in,” Charlie says, frustrated.

  Lex leans down to Amelia’s level, and from what we can see, he’s trying to discipline her. It’s laughable. Lex is the biggest softy, and Amelia has him wrapped around her little finger.

  “Charlie! Don’t call your angel a little shit.” I laugh softly.

  “Do you know what she did this morning? She took all of Lex’s hair gel and smothered it on Ava’s head. When I found her, I asked her why she did that. Do you know what she said? ‘Eric says that you can never be too young to have fabulous hair, so work it, baby.’”

  I place my arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. Struggling to hold in the laughter, I let out an involuntary snort. Charlie shakes her head in amusement. Amelia is like a sponge around Eri
c, and anyone who has met Eric knows he has no filter.

  Apparently, we have that in common.

  The head teacher announces it’s time for the special presentation. The children assemble at the front, Amelia positioning herself right in the center, placing her hands on her hips as she waits impatiently for everyone to get their shit together. Andy reluctantly stands by the side. It’s very out of character for him to be so withdrawn, and even though he’s young, he knows well enough what everyone has in this room that he doesn’t.

  It doesn’t last long, though. Amelia shoves other kids out of the way to pull Andy to the front with her.

  One by one, the teacher calls the children to the front to present their dad with a handmade macaroni picture covered in paint and to say a few words. Amelia is called and no surprises, the mini diva walks to the front as Lex makes his way through the crowd and finally accepts his gift.

  “This is my daddy. He is pretty and works in a big building with lots of people. When I grow up, I want to yell at people on the phone and be just like him.” Her face smiles proudly at everyone in the crowd.

  I let out a loose laugh. The hilarity is too much. Amelia is very in-your-face.

  Charlie ignores her daughter’s inappropriate speech, busily snapping away picture after picture.

  Amelia poses perfectly, hand on hip, hair positioned behind her shoulder exactly like Eric taught her to pose.

  “I’m gonna wring Eric’s neck,” Charlie mumbles under her breath.

  “Oh, he tried to teach Andy the same pose, but it lasted two seconds. Attention spans of a toddler, you gotta love it.”

  Lex proudly shows off Amelia’s artwork before moving to the side. We wait patiently until Andy’s name is called, and thankfully, he has a wonderful teacher who’s compassionate to his circumstances.

  “Andy Evans,” he calls gently.

  I watch Andy as he stares at the crowd, his eyes wide with fear. Amelia makes her way back through the crowd to stand by Andy’s side and hold his hand. Despite her overdramatic personality, she and Andy have a close bond. Amelia always has his back, and although they are cousins, their bond is tight like siblings.