Forbidden Forever (28 page)

"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.

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.