A mother's troubled past haunts her, but she is bound and determined to find the light at the end of the tunnel in this devastatingly beautiful tale. Lillian McMasters clicks the accept button one day, not realizing that it will change her life forever. As a mother of 2, married and homemaker, she makes up her mind to leave George after years of pain and betrayal. However, she doesn't know how until Jordan Hill friend requests her on a social media site. At first, she doesn't recognize his name, but she keeps looking at his picture until she remembers exactly who he is. Keeping their contact secret, her husband starts to suspect something. Stay tuned to find out what happens in Forbidden Kiss and see what destiny has planned for her.
View More"Quit being stupid, Lillian." My husband George always says when I accuse him of cheating.
Which seems to be a lot these days. Matter of fact, I can't remember the last time we saw eye to eye on anything or even made love. Hell, it must have been years since he has touched me. No wonder why I stare at good looking men when I see one.
Shaking my head, I look at my messages on Idgit. Noticing that I have a new friend request, I look closer and feel excited at the prospect of a new friend. I wonder where this one is from?
Clicking on the name Jordan Hill, it brings up a picture of a handsome man in his 30's and for some reason he looks familiar. Deciding to take a chance, I click the accept button and wait to see if he messages me. After a few minutes, I leave and figure that he will be one of my many friends who never talks to me.
Oh well, I can always use another friend to add to my social circle. It makes my pages more interesting and I often get friendship requests from all around the world. Originally, I set up an account on Idgit to connect with my family, because most of them still live in my home town. As soon as I graduated high school, I left and went to college. Liking the city, I stayed and never went back.
One night, a friend hooked me up with a nice guy or so I thought and I got pregnant the first date. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn't know what to do. I was a freshman in college and if my dad would have found out, he would have disowned me.
Appealing to George, I asked him to help me and he came up with a plan. Since we were both against abortion, the only thing we could do is get married. What I didn't know at the time was he was only interested in marrying me for my money.
A year later, after Kelly was born, he asked my dad for money to start his company. Majoring in Business, he got his degree the following year and then continued his work building his company. Never home, he didn't seem to care that I was lonely and wanted more.
Now that it is 17 years later, not much has changed except he is here even less than he was before.
Surprisingly, this is one of the rare occasions he is actually home. Making dinner, I think back to when I had a life. In high school, I was really popular and everyone liked me. I wasn't like the normal cheerleaders who slept with everyone and were stuck up as hell. Instead, I enjoyed reading books and got straight A's.
In college, I was on the Dean's list for my first year, that is until I got pregnant and had to quit. It's really a shame, because I was going to become the first McMasters to graduate with a degree. Enrolled in the Medical program, I had aspirations to be a Pediatrician, so I guess it was fitting that getting pregnant put a halt to all my dreams.
I was a virgin till that night. Of course, it wasn't for men not trying. With my long legs, pale skin and silky long blonde hair, I always had guys hitting on me. They referred to me as Barbie at parties and their favorite pickup lines were, I want to be your Ken.
When Kelly was born, I was in heaven. Her beautiful big round eyes, made me fall in love with her the second I saw them. Everyone couldn't stop talking about how much she looked like me. Even now, it is the general consensus that she is my younger twin.
For years, I lived souly for her, until she found friends and never had time for me anymore. About four years after we had Kelly, I started to notice that George was never around. I would find lipstick stains on his shirts and phone numbers in his pants pockets. The sad fact is he didn't even seem to care that i knew.
Always fighting, we decided to have another child and see if it would bring us closer together. When Jon was born, it just drove us farther apart though. I had my baby and George had an excuse to stay later and later to work.
Sometimes he would never come home at all, so when I started accusing him of cheating, he laughed it off and kept doing it. This is the way it has been for so many years, I don't care to count anymore.
Snapping out of it, I hear my phone ding and pull it out of my pocket. Jordan messaged me, "Hello there. I know this is weird, but did you go to Serenity High? You look offly familiar?"
Thinking the exact same thing, I type back. "Yes, of my gosh. I knew you looked familiar. I was Lillian McDonald before I got married." Just at that moment, I remembered.
I had a huge crush on Jordan in high school. How could I have forgotten my first love? He was always nice to me, but didn't ever seem to be interested.
Once, I almost got up enough courage to ask him out, but chickened out at the last minute. My girlfriends all laughed at me and told me that he wouldn't ever go out with me anyways. Everyone said he was only interested in girls who put out.
Jordan, being the general badass of the school, always got in trouble and was kicked out before we all graduated. So as far as I know, he never did. It's a shame really, because he was pretty smart, just often misunderstood. I remember a couple times when we chatted about a book we had both read.
"Lillian McDonald. Yes, I remember you. Matter of fact, I almost asked you out once, but your friends told me that you didn't want to have anything to do with trouble makers. Just after that I was kicked out for good, so I guess it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things. So, what ever happened to you?
Not knowing what to say, I pause and try to think how to put it. Finally, I just decide to get it over with. "It's a long sad story, but in short, I went to college to become a pediatrician and ended up a mother of two, married to a man who doesn't even care if I'm dead or alive."
He doesn't say anything for a while, so I put my phone away and finish up dinner. Setting the table, I wonder why he even contacted me in the first place if he is just going to leave it like that. Telling everyone to sit down and eat, Kelly and Jon get to the table last and won't put their phones away.
Finally, I get mad and tell them to put their phones away during dinner. George, doesn't say a word to help. He doesn't even look at me once during the meal. It is as if I don't exist to him or he could care less, either way it unnerves me.
Just before she leaves the table, Kelly asks. "Mom, when are the two of you getting a divorce?" Shocked, I glance at George and all he does is raise an eyebrow, not even looking up from his food.
Turning to Kelly, I ask. "Why?"
"Because, everyone knows that you both hate each other. I can't remember the last time we have ever seen you kiss or hug. You never do anything together and yesterday I saw dad with that whore, Christina."
"Kelly! Watch your language. I am sure that you misunderstood what you saw. Your dad has plenty of clients that he has to take out to dinner."
Kelly stands up and is ready to walk out. "No, mom. I was with my friend Jarrod driving by the Motel 6 and he was walking in with her, grabbing her butt. When are you going to wake up?"
"I don't have to excuse anything your father does to anyone. As for a divorce, I have never once thought about it. I don't believe in them, so don't worry."
She sighs, shakes her head and goes to her room. Jon gets up and doesn't say a word, before he leaves. Not being able to look at George, I start cleaning up the dishes and take refuge in the kitchen.
This time it is unexcusable. How dare he let our kids see his indiscretions, that was the last straw. Not knowing what to do, I sit on the stool and cry.
How did my life go from an aspiring doctor to a wife with a cheating husband? Maybe, I should have been cheating all these years too. Would he have stopped and paid attention to me? Been a better father? Honestly, I doubt it. He is who he is.
Sitting, still crying, I hear a ding and pull the phone out of my pocket again. "I would love to meet up with you sometime. Right now though, I am extremely busy building a bike and I just had one of my guys quit on me. Can I maybe call you tomorrow?"
Building a bike? Does he own a bicycle shop or something? Laughing, I imagine a big bad ass like Jordan owning a bicycle shop, so I type "Yes."
"Perfect, I will call you tomorrow, say 6 p.m.? Then maybe we can go out and get something to eat."
Thinking about that, I don't know how I would explain to George that I am getting a call from my first love, while we are sitting in the middle of dinner. I answer, "Better make it either 3 or 8, because I have kids and I don't need them being snoopy. They love to cause trouble."
"Gotcha. Well then 3 it is. That way, maybe I can take you out to dinner."
Excited, I answer. "O.K., look forward to hearing from you."
"TTYL"
I heart it and click on his profile once again. It says he lives here. Holy shit! Now getting more excited at the possibilities, I go to my private space, the library and relax on the couch.
Picking up the latest Stanley Denny book, I find that my eyelids get droopy after a couple of hours and I fall asleep.
“Lillian. Where is your something blue?” Mary asks in a panic, because it is two hours before we are supposed to be at the courthouse.Looking around frantically all over the room, I yell, “I don’t know. It was just here.” My voice trails off when I see it.I stare at the Sapphire heart necklace Jordan gave me and realize that would work perfectly. Sure, I really wanted to wear the necklace that Keith had given to me before he died for that very purpose, but since I can’t find it. That will do.Walking over to the dresser, I unwind the necklace from the stand and glance into the mirror. This morning when I started this whole excursion, I had no idea that it would all come together so well. Jordan hurried off in the early morning hours so he wouldn’t see me in my dress and told me, “Make sure you are there at 11 a.m. Not a minute later or they won’t marry u
It has been 3 months and I believe that she is finally coming to terms with her father’s death enough that we may end up getting married this time. With everything that has happened, it makes me wonder sometimes if we are just not meant to be after all. I mean, she has been shot before we could get married.Her ex-husband tried to kill us all numerous times and then just when I thought for sure that we would get married, her father dies the day before the wedding. I knew that there was no way I could even push it then. But now she is in her right head again and still hasn’t mentioned anything about the wedding.“Hey, Jordan. Can I ask you something? Man to man?” Jon asks while staring at me with a strange look on his face. He has grown another foot amazingly and now looks more and more like a man every day.“Man to man, eh?” I raise an eyebrow before sitting down next to him at t
Waking up in the middle of the night to the phone ringing, I bolt up in bed startled and then glance over at my phone. The screen shows Keith on it, and it begins to worry me from the minute I see it. I climb out of bed quickly and then I hear Jordan stir from behind me as I try to reach the phone before it goes to the answering machine.“Damn it!” I hear the answering message on my phone and then I trip over the end table.My phone falls to the floor and I as well before I pick myself and the phone back up. When I finally regain my balance, I stand up and walk over to turn the light on. I had managed to knock the back cover off the phone and the battery is on the floor somewhere now.Flipping the switch, light floods into the room and then I see it when I turn around. Rushing over to it, I notice that there is blood on my knee, and it is stinging as I kneel to retrieve it from under the bed. “Wha
Hearing her at the top of the stairs, I glance up at her and see my Lillian in the most gorgeous long red dress. It looks like it is made of silk and has a plunging neckline that shows her abundant cleavage. When my eyes travel down her beautiful body, I notice that the dress has a slit that ends at her hip. Which means that there is no way she is wearing panties under it.As it brings a smile to my face, I think of all the things I could do with her, if only we didn’t have dinner reservations in a half an hour. That is just my luck of course. The moment we must leave to get there on time, I want to strip her down and make wild passionate love to her.Sighing, I close my eyes and swallow hard before she reaches my side and looks down at me. “Hey, handsome. Shall we go?” She smiles at me with that sexy grin, and then I watch as her fingers run up her thigh to the top of the slit.I start to drool and the
“That dress is absolutely beautiful on you.” Mary states while a smile extends across her entire face.I am so happy, because today I get to take home my dress. Just a few weeks ago, I was trying them all on and it seemed as if I would never find one that I liked. But then the seamstress just happened to find this one in back and when I saw it, I fell in love, even before I tried it on.Jordan will be so surprised when he sees me in it. I can’t wait two more days. Matter of fact, I have even suggested to just run off to Los Vegas and elope instead, but Jordan won’t stand for it.“I just love it so much. If she hadn’t found it on the bottom of the pile, I wouldn’t ever have found one I liked, let alone I felt was absolutely perfect for me.” I say while standing in front of the full-length mirror and admiring myself.When Charity, the seamstress walks back in, she states wit
When I take her to the bedroom, all I can think about is tying her to the bed and filling her till she comes so hard she screams my name. “Baby, close your eyes.” Still partially clothed, I whisper in her ear as I hover over her naked body.Sliding down on the bed, I reach the edge and feel the warmth of her skin disappear from mine for a brief time, at least until I grab the restraints from the drawer. Raising an eyebrow, she opens her eyes and quickly glances at me. “Hey. What did I just say?” I say in a warning voice, before I proceed to the dresser.Just as soon as I open it, I feel the hard wood on my swollen shaft as I don’t even think about it protruding from me until now. Looking down, I smile and think to myself, “There, there, boy. Soon enough.” Then I rifle through the drawer and find what I was looking for. A package of black silk tiedowns.When I have the
“Knock”“Knock”“Knock”I hear someone knocking on the door and rush to answer it, because I have been waiting for Jordan for the last two days. He went with Jon on a fishing trip, just the two of them and I have been stuck home, moping around the house. Bored out of my mind, I called someone I knew from way back when.Someone from my childhood, who just recently has become a friend on my social media account. As I have talked to her for the last several weeks, I have grown to like her more than I have ever before and now we are about to meet again. She is a lot like me and has a teenager too.Finding that I miss my friends from before all of this, before George killed off everyone I cared about. It is just too bad we live so far from each other, or we might have met up sooner. So, I grow more excited as I approach the door and when I open it, I smile and say, &ldqu
“Where did you go?” I ask curiously, because when I woke up, she was gone and all I found was a note.She looks guilty and that makes me wonder exactly what is going on. Hesitating, she finally states, “I found out something today that I have wondered my whole life. The sad part is that I will miss him even more now that I know.”Cocking my head, I hate to ask because she maybe talking about loving someone else. But I must know, so I ask anyway. “What are you referring to?”Staring at me, she opens her mouth at first but doesn’t say a word, then she closes her eyes when tears threaten to fall. I move to hold her and then ask again, “What are you talking about?”“I found that my real father is dying of cancer. I didn’t know for sure, but for years I suspected who he was. Because of little things my mother would say here and there, it led
Lying in Jordan’s arms, I stare up at the ceiling unable to sleep. Even if I had just told half the cops that I am going to kill George, I don’t care anymore. I must do it, no matter what the consequences are.It’s 4 in the morning and all I can think about now is how I am going to stop this misery. The first thing I must do is contact a few people and find out who is the most reliable and can keep their mouth shut. The next thing I must worry about is the fact that my conscience will weigh heavily on me from here on out. If it was just a matter of getting rid of him it would be one thing, but how is what is troubling me.So, I devise a plan to hire a hit man and then have him either infiltrate the prison or arrange for someone already there to do it for him. But either way, he can’t live. Knowing this, I climb out of bed exhausted and worried, but somewhat finally at peace with all of it.A
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