by Christy Dilg
Forbidden Forever
By: Christy Dilg
Copyright © 2013 Christy Dilg
ISBN 978-0-9899608-0-9
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The following story contains sexual situations and strong adult language. It is intended for adult readers.
Cover Design: © RP Designs
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
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 1
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. S
he 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.
I explain, "I would like to go back to school since I see myself in a higher role than where I will be starting out at as an assistant."
When I get nervous I ramble on about things that have nothing to do with reality, at which point I say, "I see myself running the hospital one day. I'm sure I can do a better job than the ones doing it now."
Where did that come from? I shake my head and look at the floor, trying to think of something that could make me look less stupid. I fall short.
"We will see about making that happen," Dr. Turner replies.
I notice he is smiling at me a lot and has not taken his eyes off me since we walked into his office. I try to read it as being polite because we know it could be nothing more. Then suddenly he stands up, starling me, and in a in a low, sultry voice discusses how he likes to hug his employees and if I am uncomfortable with that, to please let him know. He hopes I won't take offense to it, but he says it is the Italian in him. I let him hug me and feel completely strange as this electric current is feeling up my body. I pull back and get my first assignment from him, which will be getting his schedule in order, and proceed back to my desk. I am real good with all the computer software so the schedule was a breeze to set up. I spent most of the morning on the phone setting up appointments and getting settled in.
Once lunch time hits, I make my way down to the cafeteria to meet my best friend, Sierra Roberts. She works here and actually got me this job. We are so excited to see each other every day. Sierra works in the emergency room as a unit clerk and when she said she knew someone perfect for the job, they knew to listen. When I get to the cafeteria, she is standing there smiling and before I knew it, she is all questions.
"Do you like it?"
"How is your day going so far?"
"Isn't Dr. Turner nice?"
"Have you seen his shoulders? Oh. My. God!"
"Oh, Sierra you could never bore me. You make my day with your man ogling." I laugh.
Sierra is beautiful, full of life, and men fall all over her. We have been best friends for 11 years. Our daughters played soccer together and we hit it off from the beginning. She is a single mom to 16-year-old Brooke, with an ex-husband who lives out-of-state. Lucky for her because he is a jerk. She finally got smart and left him 4 years ago. Now if only I could wise up and leave my good for nothing husband. I just keep thinking about our 15-year-old daughter, Callie, and 13-year-old son, Kaleb. How they need to finish school and go to college. What would their life be like if their parents split up and broke up their home? I have always wanted more for them than I had for myself growing up. My mom had to work two jobs just to get us what we needed, which meant we barely saw her and the rare times we did, she was so tired. I am grateful for her and the strength she had every day. It couldn't be easy raising two children by herself.
My sister Madeline and I are only 2 years apart and spent our high school years adding wrinkles to our mom's face. I shadowed Maddie everywhere, always trying to be just like her. I looked up to my big sis in so many ways. She was blonde and perfect. Really there wasn't any other way to describe her. Sierra pulls me back to earth and I realize lunch is over. I head back to my office and try not to think of the life I have and the one I wish I did. Dr. Turner and I have barely spoken since this morning, and I can smell his cologne all over me. The smell drives me crazy and makes me wish his body were closer to mine. I need to shake this feeling I have so I can prepare myself for the night ahead.
Chance's POV
Wonder what kind of strange woman they have for me today. I open the door to my office and see a strikingly beautiful woman with her head leaned back against the chair. I'm not sure if I should disturb her or say something to get her to notice I have walked in. She looks so stressed, yet she is somehow calm and pleasing to look at. An awkward moment ensues as I frighten the shit of her once she opens her eyes and sees me hovering over her like a freak. She nearly falls into my arms right over the desk. I would have caught her, grabbed her up in my arms, and kissed her passionately until she was moaning in ecstasy. What the hell am I thinking? Get yourself together dude! This is possibly your employee.
She suddenly utters, "Hi, I am Laney Collins, new assistant for Dr. Turner. How may I help you?"
Oh she doesn't know who I am, and, damn, she is my employee. I could play her but I have made her nervous enough so I'll just go with...Hello, I am Dr. Turner. I say this with a little laughter because, I mean, it is pretty damn funny. Her face turns a light shade of pink and my visions take over as I think about which shade of pink her pussy might be and the way it would feel as I stroke each fold lightly with my tongue. This is not normal. Why am I having this reaction to a woman I have only known for a micro minute? I direct her into my office so we can go over what I need and expect of an assistant.
Chapter 2
Laney sits across from me, legs crossed, and with a notepad in her lap; she's jotting down notes as I speak. I like an employee that gets right down to business
and this one has the most sensual neckline. I would love to run my tongue down it to her breasts. Fuck, I need to get the right head working so I can get through this day. I ask her where she sees herself in a year and her answer blows me away. She has ambition, which is making my dick hard. It isn't helping that her cheeks have that light pink tint again. I fade out of the conversation for a brief moment and picture putting her over my knee and adding some color to that bare ass of hers. I have to get her out of my office so I can get my mind intact.
I have to touch her before she walks out of this room so, like a complete nut job, I tell her I like to hug and if she is uncomfortable with it to please let me know. To my astonishment, she lets me hug her and hugs me back, but I can feel she was taken aback by the affection and unsure how to react. I can feel tingling down below and I am hoping she doesn't feel the firmness of my cock as I hold her. We disconnect and she heads back to her desk, swaying those hips as she leaves my office. I begin pacing back and forth in this small office because I know if I see her I will lose all control of myself. That creature in there, sitting at that desk with her gorgeous eyes and that dazzling, sexy-as-fucking-hell smile, is not what I expected to be here when I showed up this morning.
My idea of the new assistant was some nerd girl with shaggy hair, glasses, and one of those long skirts that almost drag to the floor. I don't know what that human resources lady was thinking when she hired this drop dead gorgeous woman to work for me. Sure I'm a nice, married guy and all, but that doesn't mean I'm a happily married man. Fuck! How am I going to do this without staring a hole into her head and getting a hard on every time I see her? She probably already thinks I'm a creeper, acting like some kind of hugging nympho. I don't fucking hug people! Now I will have to walk around hugging people just so it isn't a lie. I sit to try and do some work, but she is running through my damn mind, wearing sexy, power red high heels.