Falling For My Best Friend's Daughter (Chapter 1)

Chris

I shift my gaze to the blonde across the room and bite back a groan.
Lilly fucking Masters, the reason I’m sitting here hiding my raging erection.
She’s forbidden. I know it’s wrong to feel the attraction towards her, but my
dick doesn’t care.
She’s my best friend’s daughter. In the “do not touch” category. I take a drink
from my whiskey and try to avoid looking at her ass. She’s bent over the pool
table while a guy helps her shoot the ball.

Oh yeah, he wants to shoot something and it has nothing to do with the game.

“Fuck.” I hiss under my breath.

“Hey, looking for some fun?” A brunette asks.

“Go away.”

“Fine, be that way. Probably gay anyways.” She mutters as she walks away.

Not gay.

Definitely not gay.

Lilly meets my stare and smiles. 

Fuck.

Now she’s coming over here.

Lilly takes a seat next to me and says, “You look sad, Chris.”

Not sad.

Trying to not lust after my best friend’s daughter.

And, I’m failing miserably.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m a grown woman now.”

I know and that’s the problem.

She’s all woman.

“Your Daddy know you’re here?”

“Yes.”

Liar.

“So, if I call him he’ll tell me the same thing?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Please, don’t call him. He’s working.”

“That’s what I thought. I’m sure if he knew you were letting a boy touch you,
he’d lock you up for all eternity.”

“You can’t tell him.”

“And, why not? What are you going to do for me?”

What the hell am I doing?

“I’ll… go down on you.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s wrong. I’m over half your age.”

Her hand slides under the table and cups my dick. “Then, why is it so hard if it’s wrong?”

Fuck. 

If only she wasn’t my best friend’s daughter.

And, off-limits.

“Stop it.” I hiss.

Lilly smirks and squeezes my dick. 

“Watch it, little girl.”

“Or, what? You gonna spank me?”

Yes. 

That’s exactly what I want to do.

“Go home, Lilly.”

“Make me.” she challenges.

“Goddammit, Lilly.” I curse under my breath, “Don’t make me bend you over and spank your
cute little bottom.”

“You think my ass is cute?” she says, a teasing smile plastered across her face.

“Go. Home.” I say through gritted teeth.

“Hmm, and what happens if I don’t?”

“I don’t think you want to find out. Be a good little girl and go home.”

“Fine.” she huffs, annoyed at my last remark.

***

I enter my apartment and throw my keys on the table. I groan when I feel my dick thicken again.

Goddammit, Lilly.

Why must you do this to me?

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest when I see Lilly fucking Masters on my sofa. Half naked.
Her hand in her panties and her other one kneading her breast.

“What the fuck are you doing here in my apartment?!”

 Lilly moans as she throws her leg up onto the back of the sofa. It’s taking every bit of will-power
not to go over there and take her over my knee. 

“I asked you a question. How did you even get in?”

“Ohh, Chris.” she moans.

“Goddammit, Lilly, answer me, or so help me God.”

Lilly throws her head back and closes her eyes as she bucks her hips. That’s all it takes to
storm across the room and yank her over my lap. My fingers graze her ass and bring my palm
down hard. 

“Ow! It hurts.” She whines.

“Good, maybe next time you’ll think twice before you defy me.”

Another smack.

“Mmm, harder.” She moans.

Another hard smack.

“Quit squirming, little girl,” I growl.

“Harder, Daddy.” Lilly moans.

“You’re a very bad girl. What would your father say?”

My hand travels between her legs and stroke her through her soaked panties. 

“Fuck me, you’re dripping, babygirl.”

“It’s all for you.”

I know this is wrong, but dammit, it feels so right. She squirms again as I slide her panties to the side
and slide two fingers inside her. So hot. Wet. Tight.

“Jesus, Lilly,” I groan.

“Mmm, more,” she begs.

The way she begs makes my dick twitch in my pants. 

“You like that, do you?” I ask, pumping my fingers and curling them. 

“Yes, oh God!” she cries out.

“You let that boy do this to you?”

“No, oh God, no!”

I pump my fingers.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

“Please, Chris, fuck me.”

“You know I can’t. I’m already crossing a line here.” I bite back a growl begging to release from my throat.

“I won’t tell.”

“No, this is wrong,” I say retracting my fingers.

Lilly tries to get up, but I yank ber back down over my lap. “I said it was wrong, but I didn’t say I was
going to stop. I’m not fucking done with you.”

I lean down and press my lips to one cheek, taking her flesh between my teeth. I bite down hard,
making her gasp. Releasing her flesh, I grin to myself. Perfectly marked. MIne. 

“You bit me!” she growls.

“I did and I’ll do it again if you try to get up again. Now, where were we?” I say smoothing my palm
over the teeth marks. 

I flip her over and take her chin between my thumb and index finger. “You’re beautiful just like this.”

She blushes.

“I thought you said this was wrong.”

“It is, but I can’t fight the urges anymore. I have to have you.”

“Chris?”

“I’m a selfish man, Lilly. I want you. I want to taste every inch of your body. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you. Please, touch me.”

“I will, but first I want you to get on your knees and wrap those sexy lips around my dick.”

I know one thing.

I’m definitely going to hell.

But first, I have to sample the forbidden fruit.

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He’s perfect. A beautifully broken soul much like mine. His eyes hold so much pain. Sadness. Loss. Torment. The way he submitted to me pleases me. I’ve been waiting for this day for months. I’ve stalked him. Watched his every move until the time was right. In order to take his step-father down, I need him. And with doing so, I need him to trust me. He’s young. Sexy. A natural at being so submissive. Like I said. Perfect in every way.

Hayden, his step-father, took something from me that was very precious. He took my sister and killed her. She was barely recognizable when the police found her lying in a dumpster. Beaten. Raped. Tortured her until her last dying breath.

Zane pumps himself and bucks his hips. I’d imagine he’s aching with need by now. He whimpers as I reach down and place my hand over his and help him stroke himself. I licked my lips and smile. I can still taste him on my tongue. Removing my hand from around his, I trace his lips and say. “Come, sweet boy. Let it go. All. Of. It.”

The command holds so much meaning.
Let go of the pain.
Need.
A desire to let everything out.

“Ohhh” he moans, “I’m going to...”

“Come, sweet boy. Come all over that beautiful body of yours.”

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Arriving at the club, I stepped inside and grinned when I saw the two girls sitting with Vito. They loved teasing that cranky bastard.

“There’s my girls.” I mused, taking a seat across from Vito.

“Matteo! I missed you. Ivana squealed, rushing to my side.

“Did you, now?”

She leaned in and whispered seductively, “I missed your cock, too. Both of us have.”

“Matteo, where have you been?” Mileena asked as she massaged my shoulders.

“Working.”

“Matteo! Did you hear me?” Vito hissed.

“No, I’m a little preoccupied at the moment. It can wait.”

“Angelo wants to see you.”

“Ladies, get yourself a drink and meet me in the VIP lounge.”

I stepped away and walked to Angelo’s office, tapping the door with my knuckles.

“Come in.”

I stepped into the room and took a seat in front of his desk. “No problems?”

“No, boss. Everything is already cleaned up.”

“Good.” Angelo said, “I want you to take the rest of the night off. You’ve been working too hard. Vito can handle everything.”

“Thanks, boss. I better go before the girls start without me.”

I took my leave and bounded towards the lounge. As I entered the room, Ivana was undressing Mileena as they locked lips. My cock hardened as I stood behind Mileena and cupped her breasts, gripping them hard.
“Harder, Sir. I want to hurt.”

I squeezed harder, pressing up against her, grinding my hips into her ass. Ivana pulled away from the kiss and looked over to me seductively. A hungry, lustful gaze.

“You like this, yes?”

“Yes, Sir. I love it.”

“Come on, let’s get a little more comfortable,” I said, pulling away and sitting on the sofa. I unbuckled my belt and popped the button of my slacks. Pulling the zipper down, my cock sprung free. “On your knees, girls. My cock needs some attention.”

Mileena and Ivana knelt down and peered up to me, licking their lips. Ivana wrapped her hand around the base and ran her tongue over the tip. I placed my arms on the back of the sofa and closed my eyes, leaning my head back.
“Mmm, so good. So hot.”

I felt another pair of lips press against the tip suck gently. Having two women worship my cock was the best thing in the world. I opened my eyes, watching them suck each side and meet in the middle. They locked lips and moaned. My hands found each of their hair and tugged on the blonde curls. “I’ve missed my beautiful girls.”

“We’ve missed you too, Sir.” They said in unison.

Owning Brandon (excerpt)

Brandon

I escorted Tahlia into Nikolai’s club and scanned the area. My job was to make sure she stayed safe. By the orders of her father. I passed by Alexander and Tate and nodded. Alexander smirked, knowing how Tahlia effected me. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. 

Tahlia pulled me by the arm and squealed. “Come on, dance with me.”

“I’m not here to dance, I’m…”

She turned to me and gave me an icy glare. “Too bad. You’re going to dance with me.”

“Of course, Miss Tahlia.” I had to do as she asked, whether I wanted to or not.

She pulled me to the dance floor and wrapped her arms around my neck. She leaned into my neck, whispering in my ear. “Loosen up for me. Let’s just pretend were two people sharing an intimate moment.”

“This isn’t appropriate.”

“Do as I say. Do you want me to tell Alexander how I walked in on you with your hand wrapped around your cock?”

“I-I… no.” I just hoped she didn’t know it was because of her I was doing that.

She raised a brow and smirked. “I heard you moaning a name. It was mine.”

“I… please, Tahlia.”

“Do you know how sexy it was hearing my name come out of your mouth? I bet you’re hard for me right now, yes?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded. “I’m sorry Miss Tahlia. I’m so ashamed.”

She took my chin in her hand and whispered. “Never be ashamed to give into the dark side, Brandon. Look at me, my love.”

I opened my eyes and met her soft gaze. “Miss…”

“Come with me to the back. I want to try something with you.”

“W-what? Y-you mean where all the sex happens?!”

“Don’t be scared, Brandon. Trust me like I trust you.”

I let her guide me to the back, my heart thumping against my chest. I did trust her, but I also knew this would be crossing a line. We entered an empty room and she trapped me to the wall. “Do you know what a submissive is?”

I swallowed thickly and nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

Woah.
Where the fuck did that come from?

She smiled. “So, you do know about being dominant and submissive? I want you to sit down on that chair and put your arms behind the back of it. Show me how far you’re willing to go for me.”

I sat down on the chair and put my arms behind the chair. Tahlia circled me and walked behind the chair. I felt her pull something between the bars and cold metal around my wrists.

Click.
Click.

Tahlia stood and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Are you hard for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Tahlia stepped around to the front and unzipped my pants, pulling my swollen member out. She wrapped her hands around it and squeezed hard. She released my cock and tapped her chin. “You look so good like this.”

“Please, touch me.”

Tahlia reached down and ran her finger down my member, scraping her nail against my cock. “Fuuck!”

I felt a sharp sting across my cheek, making me growl in anger. “What the hell?!”

“Language, my pet.” Tahlia cooed.

My chest heaved up and down as she began to pump me in her hand. I felt tingles run through my body as she stroked me faster. Just as I was about to reach my orgasm, she stopped. “Please, finish me, Mistress.”

“Not yet. I’m going to teach you a lesson in control. Hold it in as much as you can.”

She stroked me a few more times, then stopped again. My breath hitched when she ran her fingernail down my throbbing member. She wrapped her hand around me again and repeated her actions. Over and over. Until I was on the verge of tears. My balls ached more each time she stopped.

“Please, I need to… to come.” I begged desperately.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please Mistress, may I come?”

“No. Not until we get back home and get you properly ready.” Tahlia said, tucking my cock back inside my pants and zipped them back up. 

She walked around the back and unlocked the cuffs. “Come Brandon, let’s go home so we can test your boundaries.”

I escorted her out and drove back to Nikolai’s estate. I followed her inside, my cock throbbing in my pants. She stopped at her door and turned to me. “My father isn’t home. The only people here are Markus and Vladimir. That gives us some time to explore your body. I want you to go inside and strip off your clothes. Lie back on my bed and wait for me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I’ll be right behind you. I just need to go get a few things.”

I entered her room and took off my clothes. Lying back on the bed, I looked down at my hardened member. I closed my eyes and sighed. “Fuck, Brandon, what have you gotten yourself into?”

Tahlia’s nails scraped down my chest as she straddled my waist. I was aching under my shorts as her sex brushed against my cock. She took my left wrist, holding it up to the headboard and secured it with the rope. Her breasts pressed to my face as she tied the knot, my cock twitching painfully. I heard her chuckle at my discomfort as she secured my other wrist, leaving my completely at her mercy.

“Mistress, please.” A strangled moan came out as a whimper.

Tahlia leaned back and cupped my chin harshly, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already begging me, Slave.”

Tahlia raised off my lap and ripped off my shorts, making my cock spring free. It stood proudly as she traced her finger over the tip, wiping the pre-cum from the tip. My hips bucked as she spread the wetness around the head. Her fingers wrapped around the length and stroked it a few times, before retracting her hands. She stood up and removed her robe, leaving her dressed in a leather bra and panties. I parted my lips as she walked over to the table and leaned over the table.

Tahlia looked behind her and smiled, “Crop or whip? Which one does my pet desire?”

I leaned my head forward and said, “Crop, Mistress.”

She picked up the crop and turned around, smacking it against her palm. I inhaled sharply and exhaled breathlessly as she stood over me. Tahlia ran the crop down my neck and trailed it down my chest. I let out a whimper when she smacked my chest, making her softly chuckle.

“Please...”

“My sweet, does my slave want me to touch him?” She asked, striking my nipple with the crop.

“Ohhh, yes!”
She let the crop drop down to my cock, tracing my length. I bucked my hips as she cupped my balls. I was so hard… aching for my Mistress to touch me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, pumping me hard and fast. My toes curled as she continued to stroke me faster. I let out a moan as she slowed down, preventing me from releasing.

I knew the rules.
No coming without Mistress allowing me to do so.

I leaned my head back, closing my eyes as she stroked up and down ever so gently. Without knowing what I was doing, I could feel my orgasm coming closer. She released my cock as I opened my eyes and gave me a wicked smile. Ropes of white string landed on my stomach as I came on my stomach and chest.

“Mmmm, fuck. I can’t stop it, Mistress.” I bucked my hips, dry humping the air.

Tahlia clicked her tongue and brought the crop down on my cock hard. Pain spread through my body as she watched me ride out my orgasm. Each time I grunted, she struck me on my dick. I was on fire, but that didn’t stop me from finishing my orgasm. When I let out a final moan, she ran her finger over the liquid staining my chest.

She brought her fingers to my mouth and hissed. “Taste yourself, slave.”

I sucked my cum off her finger and moaned against her. “Mistress.”

“You like eating your cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m a dirty cum drinking whore.”

Vivianna pushes Angelo's buttons

Vivianna leaned into me as I pressed my lips against her. Her throaty moans made me hungry for more. I didn’t care that anybody could walk in and see us in a compromising position. We didn’t have to hide our relationship anymore. Our secrets were out. No more hiding in the shadows.

“Angelo…”

I pulled away and pressed my finger to her lips. “No talking until Daddy says so.”

“But…”

“Shh, kitten. Do I need to fill that little mouth of yours up?”

She bit her lip and smiled. “Maybe that’s exactly what I need.”

“Bad girl. Perhaps, I should spank you for hiding from me.”

Vivianna reached between us and stroked me through my pants. “I am a bad girl.”

“Vivianna, you better stop teasing me, or I’ll have to punish you.” I warned, a smirk resting on my face.

“But Daddy, I love your punishments. They make me so wet for you.”

Fuck.
I love giving them, too.

I took her chin between my thumb and index finger, jerking her head upwards. “You’re about to get it, little girl. Do you want me to spank you right here where anyone walk in on you?”

She whispered. “Spank me, Daddy. Shove me over the counter and punish me.”

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the counter. Shoving her over the counter, I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. I leaned into her neck and hissed. “Are you sure about that? Babygirl, I’m not going to be using my hand. I’m going to get one of the wooden spoons out and spank you, until your juices run down your legs.”

“Please, Angelo. Do it.”

I grinned to myself at her defiance. I loved it when she challenged me. It made my dick twitch when she was a dirty girl. I opened the drawer and pulled out a wooden spoon. Closing the drawer, I tapped it against the back of her thigh. “Pull up your skirt and spread your legs.”

“Go easy on me.”

“Fat fucking chance, Vivianna. You made your bed, now lie in it.”

Vivianna pulled her skirt up and spread her legs. I brought the spoon down on her ass and hissed. “Wider!”

“Mmm, is that as hard as you can go?”

“Don’t. Be. A. Brat.” I growled between each smack to her ass.

“Yes, don’t hold back!” She cried out.

“Kitten, you are really pushing it. Do you want me to haul you over my shoulder, and strap you to my bed?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” Vivianna whimpered.

“Boss, are you…” Vito rushed into the kitchen, but froze when I met his shocked gaze.

“Is there an emergency?”  I asked, not caring how this looked.

“I’m sorry to intrude, boss, but there’s someone here to see you.” Vito replied, not once looking at Vivianna.

“Show them in and tell them I’ll be with them shortly. I have some business I’m attending to.”

Vito nodded and stepped out the door. Vivianna met my satisfied gaze and blushed. “Oh God, I’m never going to be able to face him again. This is mortifying.”

I pulled her skirt back down and whispered. “I want you to go up to my room and kneel at the foot of the bed. Feet under your ass with your hands on your thighs. Your punishment is far from over.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And, Vivianna? Keep your head bowed. I want to see my Queen in her truest form when I walk through the door.”

Vivianna kissed my cheek and whispered. “Of course, my King. Anything for you.”

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Chapter 1

Angelo

My gaze landed on a familiar blonde dancing on the stage. Vivianna ran her hands down her breasts and swayed her hips. I clenched my glass in my hand, causing it to break. Only Vivianna could make me react this way. She was my second-in-commands little sister. Completely off limits to me. Vito raised his eyebrow, but I shook my head. There would only be trouble if he went up there and hauled her off the stage.

“Boss?”

“It’s fine. Just let her be.”

The reality was it wasn’t fine. I could easily go up there and haul her over my shoulder. Give her a lesson in obedience. I could strap her to my bed and keep her there until her brother came back from Russia. Vito tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Boss, I don’t want to alarm you, but Vivianna is about to take off her clothes.”

I snapped my head in her direction and cursed under my breath. “Fuck, go get her and bring her to my office. Make sure you don’t hurt her.”

That’s for me to do.
Bend her over my knee and blister her ass.

I stepped into my office and loosened my tie, slipping it over my head. I took off my jacket and laid it on the desk. Rolling my sleeves up to my elbow, I smiled when I heard the angry voice of Vivianna. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

I stood in front of my desk with my arms folded over my chest with a sardonic grin. Vito placed Vivianna down on the leather sofa and glared at her. “That will be all, Vito. Dismissed.”

Vito stormed off, cursing under his breath in Italian. I looked her up and down, shaking my head. “Vivianna, do you know how dangerous that was?”

“I’m not a little girl anymore, Angelo.”

“Trust me, I know and that’s what worries me. You could have been taken, or worse, raped.”

She glared, sticking out her tongue and folding her arms over her chest. “You may be my brother’s boss, but you aren’t mine.”

“You lack obedience and respect, little girl.”

“Fuck you.” She hissed.

“Fuck me!” I shoved her back and gripped her chin hard, “I’m so close to taking you over my knee and taking my hand to your ass.”

“What?” She whispered, widening her eyes.

“You heard me. You need discipline, little girl.”

“Fuck. You. Angelo.” She hissed through clenched teeth.

I gripped her chin harder, making her let out a whimper. “Don’t test me. Now, be a good little girl and keep that dirty mouth shut.”

“Make me.”

My cock thickened under my slacks just hearing her test me. She narrowed her eyes and stuck her tongue out again. I caught it with my free hand and squeezed it between my thumb and index finger. Her whimpers made me twitch and internally groan. “Don’t make me gag you, princess.”

I released her chin and sighed as she pouted. “That hurt.”

“Good, it was supposed to. Are you going to be a good girl, or do I have to take you over my knee?”

She gasped, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“I would and you know it. Don’t test me. Just sit there and be good.”

“Fine!”

“Fine.” I mocked her.

Riling her up was so fun. Just the little things gets her all fired-up. I took a seat next to her and closed my eyes, leaning my head back. She was exhausting me, and winding-me up and the same time. My head jerked to the right when she laid her head on my lap. My fingers tangled through her hair, and she looked up with her bright blue eyes. “When will my brother be back?”

“Not for another month. Please, try to be good for me, so I don’t have to force my hand.”

“Angelo?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go home now? I’m tired.”

“Give me an hour to do some work and I’ll take you home. Sleep, princess.”

I ran my fingers through her hair and let out a breath. She sighed as she closed her eyes, making me curse under my breath. “Fuck, Vivianna. You’re so tempting right now.”

An hour and a half later, I carried her into the estate and took her to her room. Placing her on the bed, I covered her up and leaned down, kissing her forehead. “Good night, princess.”

I stepped out into the hall and ran my hand over my face. Going into my bedroom, I closed the door and fell back on the bed. One whole month. Thirty- one fucking days of torture until her brother returned. I just hope I can control myself and keep my hands to myself. I picked up my phone and texted Vito to send Carmella to my room. She was the one I went to when I needed a release. Maybe if I just closed my eyes, I could imagine it’s Vivianna.

A few moments later, I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it and a curvy blonde stood appeared in the doorway. I stepped to the side as she walked inside. She began to disrobe herself, and I took this opportunity to shove her to the floor. She looked up through her hooded eyelashes, her blue eyes staring up to me expectantly. “Well, get to it. My cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

She unbuckled my belt and popped the button of my slacks, pulling the zipper down. She opened my pants and took me in her hand. I took a handful of her hair and shoved her head forward, forcing my length in her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take all of it.” I hissed, shoving my member down her throat.

I glanced down, and she whimpered as I thrust my hips as she gagged. Tears welled-up in her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. My head fell back as I closed my eyes, imagining Vivianna was on her knees for me. Submitting to my needs. Wrapping her lips around my cock as I forced her to take every inch.

“Fuck, princess. I’m going to come down your throat.” I let out a guttural groan, filling the blonde’s mouth with my cum. When I opened my eyes, the blonde already cleaned me up and was putting her robe back on. She gave me a curt nod and bowed, “I’m done, yes?”

“Yes. You’re dismissed.” I replied, leaning on the wall with my cock hanging out of my pants, and very much erect.

Dammit, Angelo.
Quit perving on your second-in-command’s sister
Do not think of sweet little Vivianna that way.

I tucked myself back in my pants and zipped them up. Unbuttoning my shirt, I stripped it off, throwing it to the floor. Just as I was about to get in the shower, I heard another knock. I opened it, thinking it was Vito. Vivianna stood there in her silk pajama shorts and white tank top, peering up to me with those big blue eyes.

“Vivianna, you should be in bed.”

“Can I sleep with you tonight? I had another nightmare.”

Paying The Price blurb

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(Paying The Price)

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Colton-

Do you think there's hope for someone who's done bad things in his past life?

I've committed crimes.

Harmed my family.

Hurt the only woman that stood by my side... the only woman who loved me.

I ruined her... ruined us.

Can I find redemption and get her back?

Find my way back and be the man I used to be? Be the man she needs me to be?

I did the crime... now I'm paying the price.

It won't be easy, but I'm going to win back her trust.

Jenna-

What do you do when the man you loves leaves pregnant and alone?

I'm lost... don't know what to do.

Do I wait for him, or move on with my life?

My heart aches for him.

I'm bleeding out.

Every time I think I can move on, he shows his face.

He's in my dreams. Every damn time I close my eyes.

And each time I fall, there's another man who catches me.

A man who isn't the one who holds the key to my heart.

But this other man has secrets of his own.

Secrets that could hurt me.

Can I forgive the man I love, or do I move forward and try to forget him?