Forever Yours

By Mia Ford

Screw him.

My ex was more of a wife beater than a bad boy, and I'm never going back.

But that means I've got to be careful.

I can't let anyone get close. Especially not Ted.

His endless biker tattoos and thick muscles are haunting my dreams, but they'll have to stay dreams.

Even when Ted tells me he wants to be more than friends. 

I made some promises to myself when I ran. No romance. No men. And definitely no falling in love.

I never thought I'd break those promises so soon.

Ted says he'll protect me, but he wants to know my secrets. 

How can I tell him the truth?

That husband of mine is closing in. Which means I've got to run.

There's no time for goodbyes. No time to tell Ted about our baby.

But Ted won't let me go without a fight.

And the prize is me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mia Ford
• Release date: Dec 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393025788

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Chapter Two - Ted

TED, THAT REDHEAD OVER there is trying to catch your eye. Buzz rolls his eyes and snorts. Honestly, I cannot take you anywhere, you dawg. She’s hot too. You want me to get her over here?

I barely even acknowledge his words; my eyes are too drawn to the gorgeous blonde who just raced into the kitchen as if she spotted a ghost in the corner of the room with her friend closely behind her.

Mate, she’s coming over. Sorry, I didn’t quite mean for that to happen.

Hey there, handsome. same redhead purrs as she leans over my shoulder. Her hair spills past my cheeks, blocking my view of the door. I’ve seen you before, haven’t I? Don’t you work at Pete’s?

Oh, yeah I do. I try to be polite because that’s the quickest way to get rid of her. You ride?

I don’t have a bike of my own, but my ex-boyfriend, Shank, rides so I was there all the time when he had to get his motorbike fixed. I like the little bar you have in the corner of the office. That’s real handy. I always thought you were cute even when I was with Shank. You did the custom paint job, right?

I nod slowly, now needing her to leave more than ever. Shank’s one of those nightmare guys who goes out looking for trouble no matter where he is. It was hard enough getting the job on his bike done all those months ago; I vowed never to work with him again. Being caught even speaking to his ex-chick will create a mess that I don’t need. Anything that’s ever belonged to Shank will always be his. He’s just one of those people.

Yeah, yeah, I did that. It was good fun. I shoot Buzz a desperate look. He’s a nice guy...

No, he isn’t. She flings herself down into the seat next to me. Her bottom lip pouts out and she folds her arms across her chest, managing to push up her breasts in the middle of her tantrum. He’s horrible, he cheated on me with my best friend, Sassi, and now they’re together. It’s like, do they even care that I’m upset? No, not at all. They’re just parading their relationship around like they deserve each other. Her eyes dart towards me; I can feel a prickle all the way down my throat. That’s why I need to find someone new. They always say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Her finger drags down my arm. Don’t you think?

Yeah, yeah, I have heard that too. Buzz’s expression is one of sheer amusement. You should.

I glare at him but he doesn’t back down. He loves seeing me squirm; this must be giving him endless fucking joy. I might smack that grin right off of his face in a minute if he’s not careful. My fingers itch painfully already.

So, what do you think, Teddy Boy? You up for coming out with me?

How do you know my name? I realize I’m focusing on the wrong thing. No, you know what, I can’t, sorry. I don’t want to create any trouble and you know how Shank likes trouble.

Oh, what, so he gets to have all the fun and I have to be single forever? How is that fair?

I’m not saying you have to be single forever. I just don’t want to get in the middle of something complex.

Guys like you always want to get in the middle of something complex. That’s your thing.

No, you can’t say that. You don’t know me at all. I’m not like that at all.

A thick silence clings to the air, it circles painfully around us, but I’m not going to back down. I don’t want anything to do with this woman; I don’t even want her here. I just want to know what’s wrong with Kym.

Why am I so obsessed with this woman? I almost laugh to myself. What is it about her?

Oh fine. The redhead leaps up and storms away from me. You’re so boring anyway. I don’t even know why I bothered talking to you. Shank always said you were a boring fuck.

Buzz, don’t do that to me again, I hiss. That was a fucking nightmare.

I didn’t know that she went out with Shank, I don’t ever remember seeing her around Pete’s.

No, well that’s because you’re always so sucked into your work, you pay no attention to anything.

Yeah, that’s true. He nods. I just thought you might like her anyway. She’s hot. And you can take on fucking Shank, what are you so scared of? That can’t really be why you turned her down?

I’m just not interested. I shrug and take a swig of my drink. She isn’t my type.

No, I suppose not. So, who is your type? The brunette or the blonde?

Hmm? I try to feign ignorance. Which brunette? Which blonde?

The waitresses. One of them has your attention; I just can’t work out which one.

I don’t know what you mean. I can’t look at him. You’re chatting shit, mate.

Yes, you do. There’s a reason you’ve started to come in here all the time and it isn’t for the food. He lifts up his soggy... I don’t know what it is. And you get stars in your eyes around them, so which one is it? One of them has caught your eye and I need to know which one so I can flirt with her and make you uncomfortable.

Is that what that display was before? I scoff. That was just embarrassing. Inviting yourself out to her birthday just to try and torture me? You’re humiliating yourself, not me.

You know me. I have no shame. So, which one is it? Stop torturing me, tell me already.

The kitchen door swings open and the girls return. Immediately, I feel myself soften as Kym - God I love that name, I’m glad I finally know it - comes into view. At least she looks okay now, I didn’t like seeing any sadness in her eyes. It dragged out my protective side and I wanted to hold her tight.

Ah okay, I know who it is now. Buzz leans back in his chair and smirks. The blonde.

Just leave it out, will you? Everything gets hot, even the tops of my ears. I don’t want to talk about it.

Why not? Buzz can’t resist looking at her. Why don’t you just ask her out?

I can’t resist taking another look myself. Her delicate, feminine features cry out to me. Her sweet, English rose red cheeks, her wide pale blue eyes, her plump bee stung lips, her lovely cropped wavy blonde hair... and then there’s her body. She’s petite, slim, yet with curves in all the right places too. Her pert breasts grab attention without her even trying, and her hips are so succulent I want to bite them. She’s innocent looking, and she’s quiet, but I can’t help picturing a deep down sassy side to her. I want to unleash the animal inside of her, I want to corrupt her, to drag her out of her shell and enjoy her wildness.

I want her to be mine.

Oh, come off it, Buzz. A sweet woman like that would never want a guy like me. Just look at her. She’s nice. She wouldn’t want some rough tattooed biker guy, would she? She doesn’t even look at me, it’s like I don’t exist.

Why not? Opposites attract. She might want a bit of rough, you don’t know that. I really think you should give her a go. Why don’t we go to that club on Friday? Maybe she’ll be more likely to let loose if she isn’t at work? We all know people don’t act like themselves at work.

Hmmm. I can’t stop it; I’m so fucking tempted it hurts. I want to be in that club to see her, to watch her dance, to witness her outside the work uniform. I want to keep other gross skeezy guys away from her too. I can’t help it, I feel like she’s mine already and she hasn’t even spoken to me yet. Maybe.

Maybe, depending on the mood of the night, I might even try my luck and see. I can’t see it working, in my mind. Kym is the good girl guys like me fantasize over, but I’d rather not ask ‘what if?’

Hey girls. Buzz grabs the attention of them again, doing another thing I haven’t asked of him. Actually, we do want something. Is it okay to grab some mayonnaise?

The brunette smirks then pointedly heads over to another table, leaving Kym to take the job. She grabs a mayo bottle and steps closer to us, almost visibly shaking as she does. Something has shaken her up, I really wish I knew her well enough to ask what, but over the past three months since we’ve started coming in here, we’ve not spoken at all. Who knows... maybe Friday night in a club will change that.

Here you are. Her voice sends a trickling sensation down to my balls. Is there anything else?

Yes, Ted. Fucking Buzz, I want to wring his damn neck. Is there anything else we need?

I narrow my eyes angrily at him. No, I think we’re good. Thank you very much.

Are you sure? She swirls her hips too close to my face, instantly bringing too many dirty thoughts to my mind. I have to really resist reaching out and touching her soft skin. I can grab you anything you need?

I need you. I want you. Fucking straddle me! I want to be inside you and I don’t care who the hell is watching.

You’ve been very helpful, thank you, Kym.

The way her name rolls off my tongue shoots straight to my cock. I harden even more as her eyes widen with shock. I suppose she probably didn’t know I heard and took note of her name. Maybe I should have held that back a little bit. I suck in a deep breath, panicking that she’s going to run for the hills.

Right, thank you. T... Ted. I will erm, see you later on.

Oh fuck, I almost groan with sheer bliss. If I thought saying her name felt good, hearing her say mine is utter bliss. My head actually spins with desire. I can hardly see, my eyes become blurry...

She’s gone now. Buzz shakes his head with amusement. Mate, you were not cool then. How do you ever get anyone to like you? It’s a complete mystery to me.

I’ll be honest, I don’t usually don’t have to do much talking. They come to me.

Hmm, that’s true. Maybe it’s good we’re going to a club because the music will be far too loud for you to talk. You obviously don’t do very well when you open those pretty lips of yours. Your thick brain obviously doesn’t have anything good enough to say. Silence is key for you.

Come on. I drop my napkin on the table. Are you finished yet? Can we get out of here before I make even more of a fool of myself? She might come back in a moment and I’ll have to talk again.

Oh, but I think I was just about to get somewhere with the brunette...

You’ve got more chance with Shank’s ex, and I ain’t letting you get anywhere near her.

As we wander towards the door I dart my eyes back just once to catch Kym looking right back at me. I flick her half a smile but don’t get anything back. Just a blank, wide-eyed Bambi-like stare. That doesn’t matter though, it’s better than nothing. Friday is starting to look more and more exciting by the moment...

Chapter Three - Kym

THE MUSIC POUNDS SO hard it racks my brain against my skull. The bright lights flash everywhere making it impossible for me to think, never mind speak. I don’t know what the hell Alyssa thought would happen when she brought me to Pummel, but this is a fucking nightmare. I hate it. I wish I wasn’t here.

Ooh, this is amazing! Okay, it must be an age thing; my friend is having a great time. Let’s get drinks!

As she grabs onto my arm and drags me through the writhing, sweaty bodies, I try to work out why I’m not immediately inspired by this place. It can’t just be that I’m a little older than Alyssa, there are other people my age or more, so what is it about me? Is it just because I’ve lived such a different life to these people, so I don’t know how to have fun in the same way? Or is it because I’m still trying my hardest to hide away?

Wooh, this is awesome, isn’t it? Alyssa bounces on her toes. I’m so excited. Aside from this queue, come on we need to get to the bar already. It’s my birthday, I can’t wait!

She drags me through people, not caring when they get angry and yell at us. She dips and climbs, she pushes and shoves, with me stunned behind her. Some of the insults fly my way, but I can’t take any of them in. This isn’t my fault; I’m innocent here, just being pulled along.

Look, we’re here. Lift me up a bit.

Lift you up? What the hell are you...?

She backs her hips into me so I automatically grab them and I raise her upwards. She leans across the bar, waving a bank note to grab the attention of the first bartender she can. I have a feeling this is going to be a long night... maybe I should have made an excuse. I’m not exactly a wall flower here, am I?

While Alyssa does her thing, I try to discreetly look around. I don’t know who I think I’m going to see but I have to check. My heart pounds but through the strobe lighting I can’t see anyone’s faces clearly enough. I don’t recognize a single soul. That’s perfect, it means I might not be recognized either.

It’s going to be fine, it’s just one night. Have some fun, just for once.

Right, here you go, girl. Alyssa spins back to smirk at me as she screams these words at the top of her lungs. Knock this shot back, then drink this after. Once we’ve got these drinks in us I might consider hitting the dance floor, depending if there are any cute guys out there. Ooh, we should find you a man.

My body stiffens, the idea of getting anywhere near a man is almost too much. I don’t know about that...

Just drink your shot. That might help to change your mind.

She hands me the drink then knocks hers back in one. Her face screws up; unimpressed but then she grins and nods at me, encouraging me to do the same. I drag the glass up against my lips, trying not to inhale the bitter smell, and I imitate what Alyssa just did, sliding the liquid down my throat fast...

Fuck! How do you drink that? It’s horrible.

Alyssa laughs, completely amused by my reaction, and she pulls me away from everyone else. My feet continue to follow her even though the raging burn in the back of my throat suggests it’s probably not the best idea. She’s about to lead me down a very dark path and I think I might let her...

Nah, no cute guys in here at the moment, let’s go out to the smoking garden.

You don’t smoke, do you? After working together for such a long time, I would have noticed if she kept popping out for cigarette breaks. What are we doing here?

Alyssa doesn’t answer me, not until the fresh cool air hits our faces once more. We were just waiting in a queue for ages to come inside, just to head right back out into the cold night again. I’m glad though, I prefer being out here than to be inside. I’m checking out the talent. You never know who might be out here.

She makes a sweeping gesture with her hands which I can’t help following. My eyes take in loads of different faces; I can see them clearly now which means everyone can see me too. That all too familiar ball of panic rises up into my throat and I have to really squash it before it expands and completely consumes me.

Oh, erm, right. My eyes fix down on the floor, heat trickles all the way through me. I shift awkwardly on my feet feeling exposed and vulnerable. I see. And did you see anyone you like yet?

Oh, I don’t know, he’s quite cute... I might go and talk to him...

Alyssa grabs onto my arm and she pulls me in to a giant group of guys who are all puffing cigarette smoke as if it isn’t completely wrecking the environment. I stifle a cough, already hating the smell.

Hey there, girls. One of them touches my butt which makes me bolt to one side. He laughs nastily as if I’m a silly little girl just there to be toyed with. You up for a night of fun tonight?

It’s my birthday! I’m twenty-two.

Oh wow, young enough to be my kid. Alyssa doesn’t even flinch when the old perv wraps his hand around her waist. Thankfully you aren’t since you’re hot as fuck.

Yeah? Alyssa flutters her eyelashes. And what do you do for a living?

We’re all boring bankers. He rolls his eyes. Rich, but dull. You know the type. Of course, if you can stick hanging around with us we might be able to buy you a bottle of expensive champagne.

It takes all that I have not to snort with derision. What sort of person falls for such bullshit? Aside from Alyssa, apparently, since she’s nodding away like an excited puppy. Unfortunately, I don’t have much choice but to stick with her since it’s her birthday and I promised to be her wing woman.

I know these men more than Alyssa does. Not personally, but I don’t need to. It barely matters which man it is, they’re all very much the same. They think wealth equals power, sexiness, lust. They believe that they’re above other people because they control the financial sector; they believe everyone else should be at their feet.

I keep my body language completely closed off, even more so than usual, to give these men the hint. No way in hell I’m heading back into that sort of life. I’m done with all of it.

So, pretty, My body language doesn’t matter to the guy behind me since he leans in and covers me with his body heat. Are you here for a good time?

I shake him off and slowly step away. I’m just here to dance with my best friend, that’s all.

We both look to Alyssa who’s hooked her arm around the other guys and they are both drinking from a champagne flute. She giggles like crazy, looking like she’s having the time of her life.

I assume you don’t mean that friend because she looks like she’s about to get lucky. I don’t think there’ll be any dancing with her. Not unless you like getting between two people fucking.

Disappointment floods me. I know Alyssa in work, but not out of it. I don’t really know what she’s like in her personal life. I’m not one to judge, but I don’t want to be left here alone either. I didn’t put on this slightly too tight black dress and sky high red heels just to come here for half an hour to be abandoned. Hot tears ball up behind my eyes and I immediately need an escape once more. This time to get back inside.

I just need to go to the bathroom. Alyssa, I’m just headed to the toilet. I’ll be back in a moment.

She nods but says nothing; I can already see the glaze over her eyes which means she’s distracted from me. Some night out this is, I’m really pissed off that I got tricked into it.

I practically run back inside, now being the rude one who shoves everyone out the way. I spot a glowing sign indicating a toilet and I shove the door open. Luckily, there aren’t many people inside so I rush straight for the mirrors. I grip onto the side of one of the sinks and stare at my manic looking reflection. My eyes are wide and a little wet, my cheeks pinker than usual, my makeup starting to smudge just a little bit.

I don’t belong in a place like this, I knew that before I came. Now, I need to get out of here.

Maybe it’s time to just make my excuses and go. Perhaps Alyssa doesn’t need me anymore. Yeah, if she’s come here to hook up, to meet someone to have a night of fun with, then mission accomplished. If she wants to tangle herself up in bankers, then there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Even if I warn her it’s a bad plan, it won’t be pleasant. She’ll do whatever the hell she wants. It’s my opinion based on my past. Not hers.

I calm my breathing down and wait until my pulse stops racing before I finally take myself back out into the club. The music wracks through my body, I can feel it absolutely everywhere, it’s too much, but I won’t need to be here for much longer. Once I’ve spoken to Alyssa I can get the hell out of here.

What the...? I feel an odd prickle hitting the back of my neck. I reach my fingers up to brush it off, but it doesn’t go anywhere. That’s because it isn’t connected to anything physical.

I turn slowly, my whole body tensing up with fear as I do. I don’t know who I’m going to see, but that scares the living shit out of me. I prepare myself, waiting, expecting the worst...

Oh... The word falls apart on my lips. My heart flickers and flutters violently. But not in a scared way, in an excitable way, filled with sheer anticipation. It’s you.

The dark hair, the thick muscles, the endless tattoos, the sparkling green eyes... it’s him. The man from the diner, the one who features in all my naughty dreams. Ted, the guy who said he would be here with his mate to ‘protect’ me and Alyssa, but who I never thought would actually be here.

My whole body flip flops. I don’t know how I feel.

Hi, he mouths at me, curling his fingers around in a waving gesture. A giant smile spreads across my lips as I wave back. This is crazy, I feel like I’m falling apart, but in a really good way. In a way I haven’t felt before. He holds up his glass and points to it. You want a drink?

I need to say no, I need to reject this offer and run for the hills. I can’t let this guy in, even for one moment because his presence absolutely threatens to unhinge me, his eyes unravel me, and his mouth could literally undress me... that’s dangerous, not what my life in the city is supposed to be like.

I need to say no. So, why the hell have I become the nodding dog all of a sudden? Why am I bouncing my chin up and down to agree with him?

As he grins, looking genuinely pleased that I’ve agreed with him, I know I’m sucked in. It’s too late, I’m in danger, sucked in. Drawn in by him.

Chapter Four - Ted

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