Forbid Me(6)

By: M. Robinson

“What do you want to know?”

“Do you love her?”


“The girl.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Exactly how much do you know?”

“My mom says you’re supposed to love that person. That it doesn’t mean anything unless you love them.” A sad expression fell over her face. “So, do you love her?”

I shook my head. “Not quite. Although, your mom’s right, fuc… I mean making love… should be between two people that love each other. It should mean something.”

“Oh,” she breathed out. “Is that what you do?”

“Let’s not talk about me. I’m talking about what applies to you, which is all that matters.”

She nodded. “Well, maybe. Maybe one day… when I’m older. I mean… never mind.”

I smiled. “One day, Lillian, you’re going to have guys waiting in line for you. Trust me on that one.”

She bit her lip like she wanted to say something.

“And I’m going to kick each one of their fucking asses if they hurt you.”

She beamed again. I loved that I was able to ease her emotional turmoil.

She was a kid.

A sweet kid.

I wanted to keep her innocent for as long as I could.

I was fucking exhausted.

I had been working sixty plus hours a week for the last three years at Jones & McAllister, one of the most prestigious law firms in San Francisco. Whoever said trying to make partner would lighten my case load was talking out of their ass. So much shit happened in the last few years. More than I cared to remember. I felt like I was twenty-nine going on fifty. My plane landed in Nashville and I barely had time to take in my surroundings before I had to pick up my rental and check in at the Marriott Hotel. Not that it fucking mattered, I wasn’t planning on using it for long. This was just temporary if things went as I planned.

I had drowned myself in work all these years to help me forget. I tried fucking her out of my mind by having sex with a countless number of women that didn’t mean a damn thing to me.

Not one.

All of my colleagues and friends were getting married or starting families, but I was at a standstill. Every time I pictured my future, it was always with Lily by my side. I was done running, it was time to claim what was rightfully mine, what has always been mine.

When Mark, a friend from law school who was married with a kid on the way, asked me to come help get his new firm off the ground for a few months, I jumped at the chance, it was like fate was giving me a swift kick in the ass, cementing my decision. I was lucky my boss fucking loved me. Otherwise, I’d never be able to take an extended leave of absence like that. I had made the firm millions and at the end of the day… money always talks.

“Hello,” I answered my cell phone.

“Where the fuck are you?”

I yawned. “I’m on my way.”

“Well hurry the fuck up. I’ve been at Bootleggers waiting for your sorry ass for the last hour.”

“I thought we were going to talk about your law firm?”

“God, man, can you not think about work for one fucking second? Tiffany is out of town. I miss my wife and I’m drowning my sorrows in beer. Plus there’s this chick singing on stage. She’s a goddamn knockout. Completely your style, tiny, just the way you like them.”

“I don’t need you picking out pussy for me. I’ll be there in a few.” I hung up, quickly gazing up at the full moon and immediately shaking away the memories that threatened to resurface.

I parked on the side of the road only paying the meter for an hour. I pulled out my ID, showing it to the bouncer who gave me a quick nod before stepping aside. There were people everywhere. There was no way in hell I could find Mark. I looked down at my phone to text him when I heard it.

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