Forbidden Forever

by Christy Dilg

  "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.

  Chapter 35

  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.

  "I am so proud of you for everything that you have done and everything that you will do. No matter what," I murmur.

  "Thanks, Mom," she replies as I wrap my arms around her.

  The young man that we saw at Mouth walks in and tells us it's time to go in. We look at each other and then to him as we follow him to Nic's office.

  Nic's office is a huge corner one with large windows on three sides of the walls. His door closes behind us and he holds his hand out to Callie and introduces himself. He shakes Chance and then my hand and ushers us to a seat on the long white couch. He takes the seat in the metal chair draped in a bright green fabric.

  "Okay!" He claps his hands together. "Callie, our agent, Trix, has shown me some footage of your performance at Mouth and as I'm sure you have guessed already, we like what we heard. We would like to send you to work with a voice coach for two weeks in Nashville if you are interested. If things go great there, we would be interested in signing you to our label," he explains.

  "Nashville?" she asks.

  "Just two weeks and we can do it during your holiday vacation if you would like so you don't miss school. This isn't what we normally do but since you are so young, I think it might benefit you and make your voice a #1 hit," he admits.

  "Can I talk with my parents first?" she questions.

  "Sure, I will leave you all alone and come back in about fifteen minutes." He stands and walks out of the room with Trix.

  Chance and I don't want her to do anything she doesn't want to do, but the thought of my child leaving with people I don't know for two weeks is a little nerve racking. She is just only turning sixteen. I don't know if she is ready for such a big adventure on her own. But I know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and if she doesn't go, she will regret it. She looks worried and, as her mother, it is my job to make her feel safe.

  "Callie, is this what you want to do with your life? Do you want to sing?" I ask, knowing the answer.

  "I didn't know I did this much until recently and, well, yes, I do," she confesses.

  "Okay. That is your answer. It is only for two weeks, and your mother and I will come anytime you need us there. All you have to do is call," Chance murmurs.

  She agrees and it is set. Nic knocks before entering and we acknowledge him. Callie gives him her answer. He explains the rooming situation and that there will be a couple of other teenagers there going through the same routines as her. He goes on to talk about curfews and how he encourages the artists to contact their family back home. Apparently he is a family oriented guy who likes to keep his artists down to earth and their head out of the clouds. He makes us all feel less concerned about being so far away from each other with her being so young. We take a copy of the contact so our lawyer can go over everything before we sign. We have to come back in one week with a signed contract or tell him we changed our mind. It all seems legit and we shake his hand goodbye and head home.

  Chapter 36

  Later that evening back at the condo, it is time for Callie to make her big appearance to her sweet sixteen bash. Chance and I have been waiting patiently—or not so patiently in this case—with cameras in hand. Brooke comes out of Callie's bedroom, bouncing up and down. Holding her arms out, Brooke says, "Ta da!" Callie walks out in a bright pink flowing gown that barely touches her knees, with gold jewels covering the top. Her hair is in ringlets down her back with a small braid swept across the front, pinned at the side. She looks absolutely breathtaking. I snap picture after picture and look over to see Chance is, too. We will have an entire scrapbook the size of an encyclopedia by the time this evening is over.

  "You look beautiful," he manages to stutter out.

  "Stunning, my sweet girl," I add.

  She smiles and blushes. "Thanks."

  The limo meets us outside. Callie has five other people who are riding with her. I am so glad that she is growing up with such amazing friends. I think she will be one of few who still has the same friends after high school. Chance and I take the Lexus Lfa to the party and leave before they start on their way so we can be ready to take pictures of their arrival. Sierra has been taking care of everything in the hall and meets us out front when we text her that we are pulling in. She is just another blessing in my life that I wouldn't live without. Chance nods at John who is walking behind Sierra. We discuss how awesome the hall looks while we wait on the kids to show up. There is no set theme for the party, but Callie wanted everyone to dress in semi-formal attire so she could wear a dress. She is such a girl.

  The limo arrives and the kids start getting out. They all look so wonderful in their dress clothes. I have watched these three girls grow up; my eyes get teary just thinking about it. There are not that many events for teenagers like this in this town, so the place is full to capacity. Callie is so surprised and it makes it all worth it seeing that face light up. After we snap more pictures of the whole group, the kids go off to do their thing. We are chaperoning, but in the distance, because this is a teenager thing and, well, we remember what that is like. For us adults, we have a place where we can keep an eye on things and still have adult conversation. Chance outdid himself once again, and the car hasn't even arrived yet.

  The cake was a big hit and it melted in my mouth, it was so moist and tasted amazing. We got it from Caskay's Heavenly Sweets in Palatka after going to a dozen different bakeries. The sweetest girls own it and I am so glad that we found them online. Callie and I both love cake, so we didn't complain a lot about eating cake for two days straight. The cake had Happy Sixteenth Birthday Callie as the song and had actual neon glowing lights around it. Hard to believe that someday her song might be playing on the radio. As a mom, I want all her dreams to come true, but I also don't want her to get caught up in all the Hollywood clichés.

  With the big turnout, the gifts are stacked on the table. It would take an hour for her to open them, so we decide it best that she sends them all thank you cards and open them later. The party goes on for another two hours and the band; "Burnt Coast" has been fucking awesome. Callie sure picked a good band from Mouth to play here tonight. The band announces that Callie should proceed to the parking lot. She looks confused, but Elizabeth grabs her arm and pulls her outside. Sitting right outside the door is a jet black Lexus IS convertible. Holy shit, my daughter has a nicer car than I do. Sure, the kids come first, but now I'm wondering where the hell is mine. I laugh at my inner green-eyed devil thoughts.

  She looks at Chance and I, stunned. She runs over to us, beaming from ear to ear with excitement.

  "Is this really mine?" she asks.

  "Yes, honey, it's all yours," I assure her.

  "I…I don't know what to say. I'm… I love it. Thank you," she stutters and then runs over to her friends who have already opened the door to reveal the red seats like Chance's Lexus Lfa.

  I look over at Chance and purse my lips. "Most definitely not a cheap one!" I claim and put my hand on my hip.

  "Well, she needs to ride in style since she is about to hit it big." He tries to make a point, but doesn't succeed. I roll my eyes at him, then grab his hand and lead him to the car.

  "Well, show us all the ends and outs of this thing," I insist.

  He walks over to where Callie
is standing and talks about the electronics, horsepower and mpg. I love the excitement in their eyes. Kaleb walks out from behind the crowd to check out his sister's new ride.

  "Pimpin!" Kaleb boast as he walks around to the passenger side and climbs in the red leather seats.

  "I think you should ride home with her tonight and I should drive your Lfa," I mention to Chance with a playful batting of my eyes.

  "Do you now?" he questions.

  "I think it's time a woman drove it," I joke.

  He glides his hand into his pants pocket, pulls out the keys and places them in my hand. "Sapphire, the car is yours anytime you want to drive it," he insists.

  Damn, this man must think I am really trustworthy to drive his car. He doesn't know I have a lead foot. I have three speeding tickets under my belt. I bite my lip. Yeah, I better hold that information back until I get to the condo. I'll just have to extremely careful with my heavy foot. The young girl from earlier walks over to Kaleb, I wonder if they came here together. I gesture at him and he gives a thumb up beside his leg so I know they did. I'm so happy for him. He looks so handsome in his suit and tie. I hold my camera up so he knows I want pictures. He leans into Marissa's neck and whispers in her ear. They both walk over to me and I introduce myself to her. She is a polite young lady and that makes me smile. They both patiently let me take pictures of them. She has an awesome personality. She poses like a pro.