Forbidden Forever

by Christy Dilg

  The evening ends and once all the teenagers have gone home, we leave as well. Chance and Callie are in front of Kaleb and me since she is so eager to drive her new car. I tell Kaleb to buckle up tight because I am ready to see how fast this thing can go. We take the scenic route on the way home and luckily, this late in the evening the beach road is basically dead. Callie is way ahead of me so I give Kaleb a wink and floor it. We roll up the window and turn up the radio blaring "Walk this way" by Aerosmith. I slow down after five miles since it is unsafe and not setting a good example for my son who will be driving in less than two years. We can still let the wind blow in our hair, just at a safer speed. I gush about how handsome he is in his suit and how much I like Marissa. He shakes his head in that yes, Mom, I get it kind of way.

  We are about three miles from the condo when I notice in the rear view mirror a car coming up on us at a fast speed. They are flashing the lights and blowing the horn. I am getting a little nervous as to what I am supposed to do with this freak. I damn sure am not pulling over for someone I don't know this time of night or ever. It is not a cop and my tires seem to be fine. The car is swerving all over the road and they are scaring the shit out of us. I try going at a slower speed, hoping they will pass but they just get closer and closer to my bumper. I decide to speed up and try to get away from them. No sooner than I hit the gas does the car speed up to the driver side of the car and swerve, pushing me off the road. I reach my arm out, hoping to protect Kaleb from whatever is about to happen. I hit the brake and we stop just before running into a power pole.

  I am too panicked to even notice the color or the make and model of the car, but Kaleb does. Even though it won't help the police in tracking it down, at least we know what to look out for in the future. We sit on the side of the road for what seems like an eternity. I am too shaken up to drive and too scared they are waiting for us down the road. I ask Kaleb to text Chance so he doesn't worry and tell him we will be home in about five minutes. I need a few minutes to get myself together before I start driving again. I put my head on the steering wheel and close my eyes, trying not to cry; after a few breaths I am ready to start the drive home.

  Chapter 37

  We are almost to the condo when that same car comes out of nowhere and tries running us off the road again. I speed up, turn down our road and pull into our parking garage. The car doesn't follow us in but instead, it speeds down the drive and onto the main road. I park and even though my heart is going ninety to nothing in two seconds flat, I am getting my ass inside. Kaleb and I sprint to the elevator and close the doors behind us as fast as we can get them to close. When the elevator opens on our floor, I nearly jump out and run to find Chance. Kaleb follows me at a much slower pace. We find Chance in our bedroom, lying on the bed reading a medical magazine. He looks up at us as we bolt inside the room and I mean I bolt inside the room since Kaleb is a lot less dramatic than I am.

  "What's going on?" Chance asks, standing up quickly.

  "Someone ran us off the road and then tried to do it again when we pulled in here," I exclaim.

  "What the hell! Did you see who it was?" he questions.

  "No, but I know the color and model of the car," Kaleb informs him.

  "We need to get this information to the police. Have you heard if Michael is out?" Chance asks and looks back at Kaleb, apologetic that he had to bring his dad into this.

  "No one has told me if he is out. I don't think that he is. Last the lawyer said was that Michael wanted to be in there so he could get the treatment he needed for his kids," I explain.

  "Let's get this down on paper so we can contact the police and see if anything can be done," he instructs.

  We walk to the office and grab a piece of paper so Kaleb can write everything down that we can remember. When Kaleb writes down the color and model of the car, I can see Chance's jaw tighten.

  "A white Mercedes SUV!" Chance grunts.

  "Yes, sir. I saw it very clearly," Kaleb admits.

  "Kaleb, why don't you go to bed and get some sleep? I know you have had a long night, and your mom and I will be going that way shortly," he insists.

  Kaleb tells us goodnight and leaves the room. Once he has left, I turn to Chance, curious to what he is going to say. I don't like the look in his eyes and frankly, it is freaking me the fuck out. He starts pacing back and forth, tapping his finger on his lip. He hasn't spoken since Kaleb left the room and I don't want to interrupt him, but I am dying to know what is going on in his head. He sits down in the office chair behind his desk and lays his head into his hands.

  "What are you thinking?" I ask.

  He looks up at me and shakes his head. "Cathy drives a white Mercedes SUV and it sounds like it is her. I don't know what she is thinking or how we should handle this situation," he explains.

  "Well, I know she is your ex and was at one time a close friend, but if it was her? She could have hurt my son and I, or worse. She needs some help. How do you want to handle this? No police? What? I'm all ears, but I can't promise I will agree," I inform him.

  "I think I should call her parents. She has fallen off her rocker and I think she needs attention from someone other than the police. Possibly her parent's even," he says.

  "I can't believe that you are going to let her off. Michael nearly killed me twice and now your crazy ex-wife is trying to take me out, or even you, and you are going to let her off." My voice gets angry and I do believe we are about to have our first fight. I mean what the fuck gives her the right to get off free and clear when she could have killed us on that road tonight twice. That woman is lucky she didn't hurt my son or I would hunt her ass down, drag her out to the road and run over her crazy ass with my car. Stupid bitch! My blood is boiling and I am about to storm out of this room and he won't stop me from leaving. I have lived with one jerk for too many years and if he chooses that bitch over me, then I am gone.

  "Sapphire, wait. I don't want her to get off easy. I just feel guilty like I am the one who did this to her. For all the pain I caused her. She was never this erratic. Our whole marriage was a sham, but we were friends for a long time. I never saw her act like this even once," he explains.

  "I understand where you are coming from, but there comes a point and time when you have to grow the fuck up and move on. She is an adult woman whose husband left her. You didn't leave her just for me, you left because your marriage was forced on you by your parents, and the affection you felt for each other was never true love. That gives her no right to act like a complete psycho and try to take us out with her car," I yell, my voice strong and full of anger.

  "You are right. We need to stop this and the only way is to call the police first and see what we need to do." He gives in to my needs.

  "Let's do it in the morning because I can't take anymore tonight," I exclaim and walk out of the office.

  After I get ready for bed, I notice Chance is still in his office. I get into the bed anyway. This will be our first fight and the first time since I left Michael that I will be sleeping in this bed without Chance's arms around me. I hate this empty feeling in my heart. I just was angry earlier that he would put her before me and my son. I know that wasn't his intension, but it felt like that to me. I know deep down Chance would never put anyone before us, but it doesn't change the way I feel about what just happened. I am even angrier that Cathy is the cause of our fight. It's like the bitch got what she wanted all along. Ugh. I kick the covers off my legs and lay in the bed, even pissier than before.

  It has been about ten minutes and I have been lying in this bed, waiting for him to come hold me. I can't take this anger anymore so I get out of bed and walk back to the office. I can see him through the door and he has his hands covering his face and propped up with his elbows. I walk over to his desk, slide up and sit on the hard oak wood desk so my legs dangle off the side. He looks up and sees me sitting there watching him.

  "I'm sorry," he murmurs.

  "I'm sorry, too," I reply back. In that instant, every
angry emotion I was feeling earlier dissolves and all I feel is my love for this man, this man who would push his feelings for an old friend aside to make me happy and give me anything I ask for. I can let him handle this his way at least once to see if he can get through to her.

  "We will do it your way," I assure him.

  "If it doesn't work, I will personally call the police myself," he utters.

  I know he is being sincere, so I nod. "I hope it works" is all I can muster.

  He slides his hand up my thigh and under my nightgown. My breath quickens and I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks. He rolls his chair to be center of my body and pushes my legs apart. I scoot closer to him and lean back on the desk, pushing away the papers behind me. Fortunately, his desk doesn't have much clutter on it. He glides his hand up slowly, touching every part of me with sensual caresses. Every inch his hand goes up, so does my nightgown until it slips off me and falls to the floor. He is still wearing his suit from the party, but his tie is on the desk and his shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his chest. The sight of him makes my breath hitch and my inner sex goddess pull out her red high heels. His hand trails down my neck to my breasts, lightly kissing every inch as he goes down my body. I arch my back more with every kiss of his lips and lick from his tongue placed on my body.

  I am so turned on that I reach from behind and grab his hair and push his lips to mine. The moisture from his tongue and the softness of his lips have me wishing they were somewhere other than my mouth. I can't ever get enough of him and the way every part of his body makes me feel. I love the way I am with him and how, when he looks at my body, I don't feel insecure but sexy. I can be in any position and not once worry about the way my stomach is or how big my thighs looks. I can enjoy every movement he makes and every touch of him can pleasure me and send me to a whole new world. Sex with Chance is sensual and loving but also raw and steamy. I get the best of both worlds and still can't get enough. He blows in my ear and goose bumps pop out all over my flesh. He knows every move to set me on fire without ever even touching my sex.

  The teasing makes everything more intense and sends my inner sex goddess over the edge. He undoes his pants and slides them down to his ankles. He pulls me just off the edge of the desk and the tip of his cock lightly touches my sex. He adjusts it in the perfect position and slides it in between my folds and through the wetness. I moan out in pleasure and push my hips closer to him. The movements are fast and hard. I can hear the sound our flesh makes when it hits each other. The sound and the feeling is so erotic that I come apart all around him. He slips out of me and pulls me off the desk and turns me around and slides it in me again. Faster, harder, he slams his hips into my ass, rocking up and down until he still and relaxes himself on my back. He helps me up off the desk and turns me to him. He bends down and picks up the nightgown off the floor and helps me put it on. He pulls his pants up and then with one scoop, he picks me up and carries me off to bed.

  Chapter 38

  Chance's POV

  I put the coffee on for Laney and leave her a note telling her where I will be. I don't want to wake her so early. This is something that cannot be put off any longer. I get on my bike and drive to Cathy's parent's vacation home in Daytona Beach. I just hope they are there, but I don't want to call and get into it over the phone. I will up to the house, which is on a beautiful golf course. I don't see any cars parked outside so if I am lucky they are in the garage. I turn off my bike, kick the stand out and make my way to the door. Before I made it up the walkway, Cathy was out the door grinning like the fucking insane bitch she has become.

  "I came here to talk to your parents. Are they home?" I ask her.

  "What do you need to talk to them about?" she questions.

  "I know what you did last night. What the fuck were you thinking? Laney's son was in that car. Have you gone insane?" I yell.

  "I don't know what you are talking about, Chance. I was here all night," she says.

  "Don't play me, Cathy. They have your tag number and the make of your car. You have to stop acting like this. You are going to hurt someone. There is no us anymore. Can you honestly think after everything you have been doing that I would ever want you back?" I try to convince her.

  "Chance, I know you have said that before, but you don't understand." She holds her head down and starts to sob.

  "What is going on?" I ask.

  "My parents said if we do not get back together, they are cutting me off and I will have nothing. I did not know her son was in the car. I just saw her get in and I wanted to scare her. I thought if I scared her, she would leave you and you would come back to me,” she confesses.

  "I will never come back to you. Get that through your fucking head. What about the divorce settlement? Is that not enough for you to live on comfortably forever?" I question, stunned.

  She looks at me like I have two heads. I was born into money and even though I do not use it often, I have a trust fund that was set for me by my parents when I turned twenty-five years old. She was given a quarter of that in the divorce because I felt badly for leaving her, knowing it was for selfish reasons. Whether our relationship was horrible or not did not give me the right to have the affair that I did have with Laney. Our pre-nup never had any clauses for money except that the trust would stay mine. My parents were always firm on that in the marriage agreement between her parents and them. They probably knew deep down that I would fall in love with someone and leave Cathy. I didn't question their reasons because I knew they were looking out for my best interests. Cathy has always been more into money than any guy she actually dated. During my years married to her, she continued to push me to work and get as high up as I could. For a while I thought it was her being supportive, but then I knew it was the money. I never touched my trust with her even though she asked several times. That made her resentful of me and that is when we stopped being friends.

  "You don't understand what it is like, Chance. Your parents gave you everything and you didn't want it. I want it all and my parents couldn't care less," she expresses.

  "Maybe if you cared more about doing good things, then maybe they might have decided to be more sharing. Look at you. Running innocent people off the road and nearly killing them just because you want to get your hands on my money. No wonder your parents have decided to cut you off. It's to teach you to stop being so greedy," I admit.

  We have been standing outside, yelling for a good ten minutes and the door opens, revealing her parents. Catherine's parents both look angry and I can't figure out if it is at me or her. Cathy tries to get them to go back inside, but they want to know what is going on in their yard that involves all this screaming.

  "What is going on?" Mr. Easton demands.

  "Sir, your daughter ran my girlfriend and her son off the road last night and then tried to do it again, but didn't succeed. I came over here hoping you could talk some sense into her and get her to leave us alone. There is no way I am getting back with her and you should focus on getting her some help instead or taking away the money that seems to make her the happiest," I explain.

  He looks at Cathy and his face droops. "I was hoping that you were going to leave this alone after the last stunt you pulled and the Turner's had to call me and fill me in. This is a disgrace to our family," he shamelessly tells her.

  "But, Dad…" She tries to speak but loses her words.

  "Get inside now," he tells her. "Chance, we will handle this and you will not have any more problems," he assures and closes the door behind them.

  I stand there, stunned that my parents told them about the gossip Cathy had told them.

  I am so relieved that her parents did not approve of what Cathy did. I thought they were pulling for us to get back together, too. It has always been about their social circles. I know in that type of business they have to keep up appearances but in this case, I am glad they are on my side. I get on my bike and drive back to the condo so I can spend my day with my wonderful family. The greatest things in l
ife are free and all the money in the world could not replace them. I have my treasure and all the jewels I will need for my lifetime and they are all at home waiting me to cook breakfast.

  I get back to the condo and it is still early. I walk into the kitchen and see my beautiful Sapphire trying to make breakfast but failing miserably. The kids are at the bar, making small talk and desperately trying not to laugh. She tries so hard to make eggs but has a terrible time flipping them over. I would eat it even if it fell on the ground and was trampled on by cattle just so it wouldn't hurt her feelings. I walk over to her, wrap my arms around her and slip the spatula out of her hand. "I said I would do this when I got back." I smile a crooked smile and get in front of the stove.