Misery of Forbidden Love

Get Lost!

SAMANTHA

An awkward silence filled my tiny apartment, and Steve's grip tightened around the upper part of my body while doing a staring contest with his mother.

I've never met Viola Langerfield, but I could always see her. Well, who wouldn't? She was always on the news whenever there was a new huge project because LDC always gets the prominent and prestigious construction jobs on the continent. Then another thing that made her famous was her generous donations to different charities and foundations. And I believe those are the reasons why she has been named in Forbes as the most powerful woman in the country for three consecutive years, but I've never seen her smile in the photos of every issue, unlike when she was on television. Her portrait looked fierce and strict, presenting influence and authority. Not friendly at all.

By just looking at her picture, you would recoil from fear of her powerful aura, but that fear was nothing compared to seeing her in person closely.

Worse, lying naked in bed with her only son.

I tightened my grip around Steve's waist when my body began to tremble.

She was not looking at me, but I could feel her intimidating presence under my skin creeping into my bones.

My chest suddenly felt tight, as if someone was grasping it firmly to keep it in place, prohibiting it from beating, followed by hyperactivity of my sweat glands, making my body dampened with a salty sap. Even breathing was becoming challenging, and it felt like I was going to pass out!

Steve pulled me closer to him. Feeling his hard trunk against mine helped me to forget about what was happening to my body. Shortly after that, Steve finally found his tongue and started talking.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked his poker-faced mother in a voice that didn't pose anger, but the hint of irritation was there, and I totally understand why. She was still his mom, and he didn't want to disrespect her in front of me, even though what she did was so disrespectful.

Viola did not answer. Instead, she started picking up Steve's scattered clothes from the floor, slowly and gracefully. And the tapping sound from the heels of her expensive shoes echoed throughout the quiet space.

Steve and I took that chance to look at each other. I could observe worry in his eyes, but he offered me a comforting smile and whispered, "It's going to be alright."

I nodded, giving him my complete trust once again.

I knew Steve would protect me, and he wouldn't allow his mother to mistreat me.

With our sights still intertwined, clothes fell on top of Steve.

"Wear your clothes," Viola uttered in a commanding tone. Her eyes were always on Steve, not bothering to spare me a glance, as if I didn't exist.

I moved away from Steve to give him space to move, and as an obedient son, he started putting on his clothes under the blanket without saying anything.

Now I'm starting to feel more uncomfortable because I'm still naked, and Viola wasn't saying anything. Her silent treatment was killing me. I wish I could read what was running in her mind?

Steve glided his body out of the bed, but before he could slip out of it totally, I grabbed his arm, preventing him from going further.

Steve turned and gave me a half-smile. "I'll get your clothes."

"Get out of here," Steve's mom ordered sternly, causing my body to freeze from the coldness of her voice.

"Mom.."

"You know well how much I hated repeating what I said," she stated firmly. The expression on her face, still unreadable.

I tightened my hold on Steve's arm, seeking his help, but he didn't move nor say another word.

"What are you waiting for?" Viola added, staring at her son.

I felt all the blood drain from my face when Steve slowly got up from the bed and stood beside his mom, his back on me.

"This one took longer compared to your other flings, longer and the poorest of them all." One corner of Viola's lips curled upwards into a mocking smile after she said her derogatory statement. But that's not what broke me. It was Steve's reply to his mom. "She was good in bed."

My world suddenly crumbled, and everything around me seemed to stop while Steve's voice, saying those awful words, repeatedly played in my head.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I watched Steve lifting his feet to walk away from me.

"Steve." I croaked, and that helped to make him stop. However, he didn't turn around, but I noticed his hands balled into a fist.

"Just go. I'll take care of her." Viola smiled wickedly, and for the first time, she looked at me.

The victorious expression on her face was inevitable, and I had a feeling that this was the end between Steve and me.

Did he really mean what he said? Was there really us from the beginning, or was it just because of s*x and I lost my virginity to him?

"I'll see you at the mansion," Steve deadpanned, addressing his mom, and walked out of the apartment silently, without looking back.

I seek refuge under the safety of my blanket. The only thing that could cover my vulnerability, both physically and emotionally.

My burning eyes were fixed on Steve as he continued to expand the distance between us, disregarding the presence of his mom.

How could he do this to me? He said everything was going to be alright, so how could he just leave me like this?

Was it a one-sided love from the start? No. I felt it. His love was pure and genuine, so how could he say such a thing?

Or was it his technique to lure virgin women? Make her believe that he loved her, and once he got what he wanted or got tired of her, he'll dispose of her, just like what he did to me right now.

Tears never ceased to stream from my eyes as I thought of possible scenarios for Steve's behavior but got interrupted when I saw Viola from my peripheral view, standing on my side of the bed. I was so immersed in my thoughts and didn't notice when she moved.

I sat straight and clung to the blanket like my life's depending on it, hiding the hurt Steve brought upon me.

"Look at me." Viola's dictator voice ordered. I tilted my head upward, obeying her order like an obedient puppy. And the moment our eyes met, she mercilessly yanked the blanket and tossed it on the floor.

"No!" I cried out, and my reaction was fast to her shocking stunt. I instantly hugged myself to cover my private parts.

Worried and ashamed, I glanced at the door with tears flowing on my cheeks like a waterfall to check for other company, and thankfully, the guy who crashed my door open wasn't there anymore. It was just Viola and me.

"I'm not a bad person Samantha." My muscles went rigid when she mentioned my name. "I won't let other men see you like this." She sounded sincere while saying it, but I knew I couldn't trust any words from her. She hates me.

I shifted my gaze back to her. "Wha... What do you want?" I asked, stammering.

"I just want to see what my son saw in you. How disappointing." She scoffed, then reached into her bag.

"You are the exact opposite of what my Steven used to date. You don't even have the body of a supermodel. I'm guessing you must have been a virgin when he got you." A bundle of cash came into my view as she pulled her hand out after she spoke.

"You are young, poor, and naive. You are a fool to believe that my son loved you. But I will compensate you for your service and the damage he has done." She threw the bundle of cash to me.

"That's one hundred thousand dollars, more than enough for your kind."

She was insulting me in a big way, ripping off my pride and dignity, but not enough to outweigh the pain of Steve's deception.

"I don't need your money," I uttered in a quavering voice. It indicated weakness, but I couldn't control the cocktail of emotions. It was just too much for me to handle.

To my surprise, Viola grabbed my cheeks with one hand and kept my head in a position where she could look down on me. Her eyes were boring into mine.

"Don't act like you don't need it and be some kind of a decent woman. Clearly, it's what you wanted from the beginning."

She bent her body, moving her face slightly closer to mine, and the scent of her expensive perfume flooded my nostrils, just like whenever Steve was close to me. Even the way they smell, I have no match.

"I don't want to see your face near my son or my building again. And I am warning you, don't take this lightly." She let go of my face while saying the last couple of words, and she shook her hand twice as if she was trying to get rid of something.

She shoved her other hand inside her bag and pulled out a white handkerchief, and began wiping her hand that was holding my face with a disgusted look on her face, then threw the cloth in the trash bin near the bedside table.

She didn't say anything after that and started marching towards the door.

Viola halted when she reached the doorway and turned her head to the side where I could see half of her face and said in a threatening tone, "Get lost if you want to live your life peacefully."

As soon as she was out of my sight, I weakly got up from bed and reached for the blanket.

I wrapped it around me and took in a lungful of breath.

The moment I caught the scent of Steve's perfume, a sob escaped me and I collapsed on the floor.

I curled my body into a ball as I continued to suffer on this tragic night.

My eyes landed on the bundle of cash which most likely fell when I got up. I kept on staring at it while repeating Steve and Viola's statements in my head.

After a while, I began to ask myself.

Did Steve just treat me as his toy? If yes, did the damage he had done to my heart only cost this much?

Should I give in to Viola's threat, accept the money and get lost?

Shall I forget about my pride and dignity?