My Forbidden Love

Chapter 38

Kent's pov:

Half an hour has passed since Olivia left the room, and I'm still lying on the floor, crippled with pain and anxiety.

I press my eyes closed, wanting - quite desperately - to be anywhere else, to be anyone else.

I hate myself sometimes like right now for example.

I know I made a mistake - none of this is what I wanted, or how I wanted it, with Olivia.
But for the life of me, I don't know how to refrain from losing control, I don't want to hurt her.

The intensity of how I feel towards her - how much I want her.......

It's so much more than physical desire.

The magnitude of what I feel is not just a desire for a woman I seek to control, but......

God damn it!

It's a real, true pull towards her that I hadn't felt since I first met my wife. And the pull - it's inexorable.
Heavy, like the chain of an anchor wrapped around my feet. Like gravity, with Olivia at the centre of the earth.

I'm struggling so hard to resist the overwhelming pull...... but it's like the ocean fighting the moons away over the tides. I can crash all I want, but Olivia is the force that calls the still waters within me to her.
She makes me rise so high, that I might drown...

So I lie here on the floor for hours, trapped, feeling like I'm pinned to a board like a helpless bug, torn between conflicting forces.

Because any option that keeps Olivia out of my life......
Well, it's just not an option. Not anymore.

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In the early hours of the morning, I come through the door to the third floor, still dressed in the clothes from the night before.

"What were you doing with her in there, dad?!"

I jump at the voice, my eyes fastening suddenly on Jack, who sits at the foot of the third floor staircase. Waiting for me.

"I saw her when she came out last night, looking like she was going to murder someone. You can't bullshit your way past this one, dad."

"Go to bed, Jack. Don't you have a test or some other bullshit to concentrate on today?"

"Dad -"

"Stay out of things you don't understand, Jack!"

"She's better than this. She doesn't deserve to be treated like trash - like you treat all of the other women who -"

"Shut your mouth, Jack. You don't get to say a god damn thing about me about this. She's mine now!"
I pause, giving Jack a second to process that fact.
"Find yourself someone else to defend, and someone else to fuck. Not that you weren't doing that already."

Jacks mouth falls open as I turn away and continue calmly down the steps.

"She is mine, father! And I will fight for her!"

Jacks warning is the last thing I hear before slamming the door to my room.

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Olivia's pov:

I groan when I hear a knock at my door.

I glance at the clock on my phone and see that it not even six o'clock.

I groan and swing my feet off my bed, heading to the door, it's not my clothes delivery I know that - it's too early.