Forbid Me(8)

By: M. Robinson

I nodded toward Sam the bartender, raising two fingers and random placed a twenty on the bar. He spun to face me again. I was used to men hitting on me. It wasn’t a new thing. It came with the job. But. I never fucked where I worked, that was a recipe for disaster.

“So, what’s a little thing like you doing in a big city like Nashville?”

“Entertainin’,” I simply stated.

“Ah. Is this the only kind of entertainment you offer?”

I licked my lips and leaned forward. “What other kinda entertainment do you have in mind?”

“One that involves me and you. Alone. Less clothing. Less talking.”

“Wow, that work for ya back home?”

“As a matter of fact, it does.”

I watched him grab the shot, handing me mine. I placed it in front of me and he followed suit.

“Here’s to men and horses and the women who ride them.”

“Cheers to that.” He laughed as I clinked my glass against his, and then we both downed our shots. Mine went down smooth, I was a whiskey drinkin’ kinda girl, but his, on the other hand, did not. He coughed and his eyes watered a lot.


“So… tell me about your name?”

I raised an eyebrow, placing my empty glass on the bar.

“Kid. That can’t be your real name, so where did it come from?”

I smirked. “It comes—”

“From me. It comes from me, motherfucker.”

All the air in my lungs left me in the blink of an eye, as did my smile. The color drained from my face while my heart and stomach sank to the ground.


There he was, striding up beside random and standing in front of me, cocky and confident as ever. I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look right off his goddamn face. I hadn’t heard anything about him or talked to him in three years, let alone seen him. Alex was the only one who knew about us, and she knew better than to mention his name to me.

I. Fucking. Hated. Him.

“Excuse me?” random gritted out, his glare intently placed on the side of Jacob’s face, who’s glare was focused only on mine.

“You heard me. Now why don’t you do yourself a favor and walk the fuck away before you won’t be able to walk at all,” he warned with a calm and tranquil tone that made me want to kick him in the head.

Jacob was never afraid of anyone and he had the scars to prove it, and I’m not talking about physical ones. Our stares locked, exactly how our hearts used to be. At least how I thought they were.

Lies. Nothing but lies.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, asshole,” he added with the same hard edge to his voice, patience was never his virtue.

I barely paid random any mind when he backed away and left. Instead I cocked my head to the side, leaning back into the bar stool, folding my arms over my chest not breaking eye contact.

“Charming as ever, I see.”

He pursed his lips in that same mouthwatering way he did when I was a child. Wearing a gray button-down shirt, a black tie hanging loose around his neck and black slacks had me questioning my resolve. Tonight he had favored a fedora over his ball cap.

This was grown up Jacob.

Devastatingly handsome.

“Good to know I still have an effect on you, Kid.”

I narrowed my eyes at him and spoke with conviction. “I’d love to sit here and process how your delusional mind works, Jacob, but I can’t get my head that far up your ass.”

And… he fucking smiled. A shit-eating grin smile. “Same girl. Sluttier outfits.”

“I’ll be sure to remember that the next time I buy crotchless panties. Easier access and all that.”

He scowled, his eyes dark and daunting, turning a deeper shade of green. I knew he hated the visual I just gave him.

“I wish I could say it was great seeing you, but let's be honest, the pleasure was all yours.” I stood. “If you’ll excuse me I have to go back to work.” I stepped aside to leave, but at the last second I turned to look at his back. Getting closer to where he could feel my warmth. I stepped on the tips of my boots and rubbed my nose back and forth on the nook of his neck like I knew he loved, faintly breathing on him. My scent assaulting all his senses, just like I wanted it to.

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