Forbidden Lover - Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE1

That warm summer morning in July started out like any other morning. Marie woke at six a.m to begin her day. She fixed her hair, put on her make-up, getting ready for work, careful not to wake her son that was asleep down the hall. Her husband James of ten years was already gone to his job.2

It was the typical Friday at the office where she worked. It was a very laid back office with only a handful of employees. Friday's always seemed to be slow, but Marie welcomed those days as she was usually non-stop from eight to five. She had been with the small company for almost ten years and she loved it most days. She was the "go to girl" there. Seemed anyone that needed something done would go to her because she either knew how to do it or could figure it out. Today was one of those days that she loved, all the bosses were gone and it was just her and her co-worker Jake in her area of the building. The mood was light and playful. Everyone was free-spirited.3

At the end of the day, as was usual for Friday afternoons, Marie, Jack and another co-worker of theirs Tracy met in Jack's office and shared a few beers together, cutting up and relaxing before going home to whatever they all had planned for the weekend. Marie checked her emails one more time before they all left because she had received a message previously from someone she thought she knew but wanted to see if he had responded.4

There it was, a return email. When she opened it her heart almost stopped and the room started a slow spin. It was from Dillon. The first true love of her life whom she still to this day thought about often. It had been almost twenty years since she had heard from him. Dillon was her first love, her first kiss, her first everything sexual. She had given her virginity to him. How she had loved that boy. She was only fifteen and he seventeen when they first met but she never felt the same way about anybody else after him.5

So here was this email some twenty years later asking her how she had been. "Do you remember me? I am the boy that made love to you when you were fifteen. Your mother ran me off. We were going to run away to New Orleans together but chickened out. How's that for a memory?" the email read. He left his phone number and asked her to call him sometime so they could talk.6

Who in the hell was he kidding? Remember him? Marie thought about him so often. She could still remember how her heart would melt when he stared at her so intently. She could still see his face so clearly and his ghost still walked the road they had travelled so many times together. She could still feel his touch on her skin as it was burned into her memory forever.7

Marie's heart was racing as she printed the email, careful not to let Jack and Tracy see that she was shaken up and they all left for home. On her way home, Marie sent Dillon an email back from her phone telling him that she had in fact not forgotten him. He was burned forever in her heart as well as her memory and she would love to catch up. This definetely was turning out to be anything but her normal Friday she thought as she drove home.8

The rest of the night was pretty much a blurr. Marie, her sister, her sister's girlfriend and Marie's husband James sat around having a good time listening to music and drinking beer. Marie had received a text message back from Dillon and they continued texting back and forth the rest of the night. Her family was not even aware of this. To Marie this just proved how much attention her husband paid to her. 9

After everyone had gone to bed, Marie finally got up the nerve to call Dillon. As soon as he answered his phone, she got butterflies in her stomach. "I would recognize that voice anywhere!" she told him. God he had a sexy voice. They talked until the wee hours of the morning playing catch up. She told him about her son and her husband, that they had been married for almost eleven years and now slept in seperate rooms and how the love had faded but that he was her best friend. Dillon told Marie about his life, he had been married twice before and had two little girls. He now lived with his girlfriend of seven years and said that he as well did not love her the way she loved him but she was his best friend too. He told Marie that he was a recovering alchoholic.10

They talked as if no time had elapsed between them. They talked about their past together, both realizing things that were never known to either before this moment. They talked about their love for each other and even the teasing and sexual undertones had not changed.11

They talked almost every day after that and Marie found herself falling in love with Dillon all over again and it tore her apart. He was fifteen hundred miles away. She saw him only in her mind and in the pictures that he sent her of him. He wrote her beautiful poetry and told her how beautiful she was all the time. Every time she heard his voice she would get butterflies in her stomach. 12

Marie and Dillon talked about everything from their lives over the past twenty years and what they had both been through to what turned each other on. She soon came to realize that Dillon knew more about her than James did and she had been married to him for ten years. So many time Marie thought about packing her and her son up and leaving before James came home from work but she couldn't stand the thought of hurting him. He was despite some of his flaws as a husband a very good man. He had always treated her with respect.13

The more Marie and Dillon spoke, the more she fell in love with him all over again. Dillon told her every day how beautiful she was and how much he loved her and had always loved her. Hell, he even asked her a few times to marry him in the heat of the moment, but he never once asked her to leave James for him. He knew her well enough to know that at least right now she wouldn't. And besides, he was also living with his girlfriend at the time.14

Dillon encourages Marie to write her poetry. She used to write in high school he remembered and encouraged her to start it again. He was her inspiration for writing and he seemed to enjoy every one that she wrote. She found that the words flowed so easily when she thought of him. After some time Marie realized that they had been talking almost every day for three months now. He played on her mind constantly. Not a moment went by that she didn't think of him or dream of him. Their conversations would sometimes turn so deep and emotional that she would often hang up the phone crying, longing to be in his arms. She thought about leaving her husband more and more now, but the pain and hurt it would cause him was more than she could bare. She secretly wished beyond all hope that James would find someone else and want to leave her. She could take the heartache herself rather than inflict it upon someone else she cared about. For now she would continue to live her life as a lie and long for the one she couldn't hold.