A Forbidden Love (The Forbidden Series) (4 page)

I
drove back to my apartment after my three o’clock class ended. I only lived
about 20 minutes away from the school, avoiding the main roads. I told Lacey
about the party tonight and forced her to help me decide on an outfit.

“Allan’s
brother Jake is throwing a midnight bash tonight and I need to look extra
sexy.”

“I
don’t know how you do it, Alecia. You stayed out overnight last night, went to
school today, and you’ll be at work
til
10 P.M tonight.
Then after all of that you’re going out again? You’re crazy.”

“I
know but I’m 24 and you only live once right?”

“Right.”

“So,
should I wear this black short maxi dress with the dip in the back? Or this
strapless red fitted dress with my big black belt around the waist?” Both
complimented my figure well, but I really wanted to impress Allan.

“Red
strapless dress, with the black belt, and your black three inch pumps,” she
said.

“Perfect,
you’re a lifesaver!” I packed it all neatly in my duffel bag, along with a few
pairs of shirts, pants, and flip flops.

I
changed into my black slacks, red polo shirt, and twisted my matching Sub Stop
visor around the front of my head. I
launched my bag into the backseat, drove across two
intersections, and parked directly behind the first floor building. There was a
big, bright neon sign that flashed Sub Stop above the front entrance.

I
walked inside and greeted my co-worker named Alisha, who was standing behind
the cash register. My boss constantly mispronounced my name because of her.
Alisha was a very sweet girl. She was short, brown skinned, with thin, round
glasses and always styled her hair into a neatly braided bun on the top of her
head.

I
really enjoyed my job and working with her, but I couldn’t stand my bitch of a
boss, Cindy. She was always complaining to me about everyone but wouldn’t grow
a set and fire them.

Luckily,
my shift was only five hours tonight and I planned on making the night fly by
as quickly as possible starting with prepping all the veggies for the next
morning.

I
washed my hands and picked out a medium set of gloves. I thinly sliced fresh
zucchini, cherry tomatoes, black olives, and pickles for the breakfast rush.
The store opened at six A.M. sharp and I wanted to lend a helping hand to the
opener, Kayla, so that she wouldn’t have to rush to get it done in the morning.

I
went into the dark cement cellar underneath the store, to retrieve two giant
twelve pound bags of French roasted coffee. I left the coffee in its designated
spot inside a huge steel case, directly in the middle of the kitchen.

It
was pretty slow tonight so I started wiping down the serving area and covered
the unused bread in special aluminum sleeves that will keep them fresh to be
reused tomorrow. I took the extra pre-made dough out of the fridge and placed
it in a metal bin to add the secret ingredients and yeast, so that it would
rise by the morning.

I
heard an annoying, deep, raspy voice yell from the front of the store, and then
a heavy-set woman appeared in the back room.

“Alecia,
get out there and help her, there’s a line!” Cindy barked at me.

“The
customer always comes first,” was our motto, so I grabbed a fresh pair of
gloves and ran out front to find only one other person in line.

“Welcome
to Sub Stop, what can I make for you tonight?” I ask.

“I’d
like a foot-long sub, on hearty Italian and Mozzarella bread.”

“What
would you like on it?”

“Grilled
chicken with Alfredo sauce, provolone cheese, pickles, and banana peppers.”

“Would
you like it toasted?”

“No,”
he said in a very stern voice.

I
quickly wrapped it, evenly slice it in two, and hand it off to Alisha to ring
it up.

“Here
you go sir, enjoy.”

“Thanks.”

“Your
total is $5.50.” I overheard Alisha say.

I
looked at the clock and it was already 9:59 P.M. The store closes in 60
seconds! I followed the man out, told him goodnight and promptly locked the
door behind him. 

I
immediately continued wiping down the remaining trays, covered the unused
veggies with cling wrap and handed them to Alisha to be stored in the fridge.

She
swept the floor before I started mopping and Cindy came around barking orders
at us before we could finish.

“Don’t
forget corporate is coming on Monday. I want this place spotless.”

I
didn’t give a damn about corporate coming, because I was off until Tuesday. My
boss Cindy was a short, stubby, heavy-set lady, with curly, box dyed blonde
hair, a missing side tooth, and a semi-red complexion.

On
the way out the door Alisha asks, “What are you up to tonight?”

“I’m
heading to Auburn for a party.”

“Have
fun I’m going home to snuggle with Lance and put Junior to bed.”

“Have
a good night Alisha.”

I
walked around the corner and ran across the dark parking lot to my car. Once
inside, I locked the door and let Allan know I was on my way.

Allan’s
house was a 45 minute drive from my job and the highway was right across the
street. After a short trip, I found myself at the beginning of their street.
There were a ton of people gathered outside, crowding the road. I put my left
blinker on to signal that I was pulling into the driveway and miraculously they
all moved.

I
parked by the tree and texted Allan. There was no response as usual, so I
removed my hat and work shirt and tucked them under the front seat. Wearing my
black tank top underneath, I took my bag and went inside. The music was so
loud; I could feel the bass vibrating in my throat. 

Allan’s
door was closed when I finally got to it and I heard loud moans streaming from
the other side.
“I swear to god if he’s fucking someone in there I’ll kill
him!”
I said aloud. I burst through the door to discover a bunch of drunken
scum bags watching porn on his TV.

“Where’s
Allan?”

“He
should be upstairs,” One of the perverts said.

I
walked across the hall to the bathroom, changed into my sexy red dress and
fluffed my hair in the mirror. I clicked my heels back into Allan’s room and
put my bag in his closet.

One
of the guys in his room said with a southern accent, “You sure clean up real
nice, beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

“Al
sure is a lucky guy.”

I
continued the search for Allan, which lead me upstairs where I ran right into
Jake.

“Damn
Alecia, you look sexy as hell.” He leaned in real close to my ear and
whispered, “I’d still like to see where that tattoo is.”

“Ha,
very funny, where is your brother?”

“He
should be over there somewhere,” he said, while pointing across the room
towards a set of big black speakers.

I
left Jake’s side and wandered towards the speakers. Suddenly a pair of hands
clasp around my waist, stopping me dead in my tracks. I quickly turned around
with my right hand curled into a ball, ready to strike the pervert and saw it
was Allan.

“Whoa,
whoa!
Don’t hit me,” he laughed.

“You
scared the shit out of me Allan!” I said while slapping his chest.

He
curled his top lip, slowly twirled me around and scanned my body from head to
toe with his eyes.

“I
can’t wait to peel that dress off, hold you down, and fuck the shit out of you
later.”

My
panties were instantly soaked. “I can’t either.”

An
up tempo song came on and we started dancing together. I shifted my back
towards him while grinding my ass up against his groin. He grasped my waist
tightly from behind and rocked his hips back and forth with mine. 

I
spun around and placed my arms around his neck, pressing my body up against his
while we moved to the beat. He was wearing a black and white striped collar
shirt with a pair of black jeans and black boots.

I
glanced behind him and noticed a girl staring at us from afar. I had no idea
who she was and attempted to ignore the hateful glare coming from her face.

“Excuse
me,
Babe,
I have to run to the ladies room.”

I
purposely walked by the girl and rolled my eyes. After doing my business, I
washed my hands, looked in the mirror, and gave myself a pep talk.
“Maybe
it’s nothing, just calm down Alecia!”

I
strolled back down the narrow hallway and pushed my way through the crowd of
drunken partiers, spotting Allan dancing from across the room. I thought he was
dancing by himself, until he turned around and revealed the mystery girl
dancing in front of him.

As
I tried to get a closer look, he slightly shifted her into the air. She wrapped
her bare legs around his torso and bounced up and down on him, while tightly
gripping his shoulders. The crowd erupted with cheer, when they shared a kiss
after. A flood of emotions took over me, I wanted to punch him, and strangle
her with her own fake extensions. This mystery girl was very short, with smooth
dark skin, a curve-less figure and huge gold earrings that dangled from her
head. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was, why he was dancing with her like
that, and why he just kissed her!

Jake
popped up behind me and said, “By the look on your face I can tell you want
answers. Well, her name is Stacey and they used to date.”

“So
she’s his
EX
?” I yelled.

“Something
like
that.”

“Why
would he invite her, knowing I would be here?”

“No
clue, but you can dance with me to make him jealous if you’d like,” he said
with a huge smirk on his face.

“Not
right now, Jake. I’m not in the mood to dance anymore.”

Allan
finally turned around and our eyes connected from across the room. He looked
back at Stacey and dropped her onto the floor. I shoved Jake out of my way and
told him I was leaving.

“Alecia!
Alecia!”
I heard roaring through the crowd but chose to ignore his pleas.

He
ran in front of me, placing his hand up, motioning for me to stop, “What’s
wrong?”

“What’s
wrong? What’s
wrong
?” I yelled.

“How
dare you invite me here and invite that bitch too.”

“What
bitch?”

“Stacey,
your lovely ex.”

He
stood there motionless and I could tell by the pathetic expression on his face
that he didn’t want me to know that information, and was completely shocked
that I did.

“I-I
don’t even know what to say Alecia,” he said with a slight stutter.

“You
don’t have to say anything, your actions spoke for you.”

“Come
back here Ice, I can explain.”

“What
is there to explain? You invited us both here probably hoping only one of us
would actually show. Then once the coast was clear you chose to let her dance
with you like a complete slut. Then,
then
you had the nerve to KISS
her!”

“Okay
first off, I didn’t invite her here, and that ‘kiss’ was an accident.”

“That
was one hell of an ‘accident’, Allan!” I yelled.

“Whatever.”

“So
what’s the deal between you two anyway? Did you break up recently?”

“We
were never in a relationship. She was just something fun to do when I got bored
and wanted to fuck.”

“Oh,
so you called her whenever it was convenient for you and she came on demand?”

“Right.”

“Just
like me, right?” He clearly wasn’t listening to what I said because he stupidly
had the nerve to agree.

“Fuck
you, Allan. I’m leaving.”

“Alecia
wait, why?”

“You’re
a piece of shit and I can’t believe I let myself get sucked in to this. I
actually thought you were different, but I guess this is a common theme for
you. Charm the panties off any and every bitch you meet, right? To get the one
thing you truly ever wanted, sex with no strings attached.”

He
stood there in silence as I grabbed my bag from his room. I stormed down the
hallway with my things and bolted to my car, once inside I rested my forehead
against the steering wheel and began to cry. Great sex had gotten the better of
me and usually I have better sense then this! A few minutes passed, and I heard
a gentle tap on my driver side window. I looked up and Jake was there.