... and Forever (Next Generation: Chaos Bleeds 1)

“I seriously doubt that. You came here for a reason. You’re still in love with me.”

“I hate you.”

“Well, there is always that fine line. At least that’s what people say.”

“Fuck you.” She repeated the words from before.

Simon looked at her, really stared at her, watching her as tears ran down her face.

“I saw him,” he said. “Our son.”

“He’s not yours.”

“You can say that all you want, but he is mine. He will always be mine because he’s part of you.”

“I meant what I said, Simon. I want a divorce.”

“I’m not going to grant you one.”

“You’re being a dick.”

Again, he smiled and approached her. Crouching down, he put his hands on her knees and looked up at her. “I love you.”

Her jaw clenched. She looked away.

“I don’t mind that you hate me.”

“I want to go and see my son. Nathan hasn’t been without me since he was born. He needs me.”

“And when we resolve whatever is going on between us, you can go.”

She shook her head. “You can’t keep me here.”

“I can.”

“Do you think Devil doesn’t have a clue that you’re here? It’s Devil. He knew the moment you arrived.”

“Did he tell you I had? Did he let you know there was a risk I was coming?” Simon asked.

“I knew the moment I saw the footage of you at Vegas that there was a chance you were coming. Why else would you be so sloppy?”

“I wasn’t being sloppy, Tabby. I was letting the world know I was back. I hadn’t gone far, not really.”

“You’d gone far enough. You were never close by. You didn’t see me pregnant, nor did you know how bad the labor was. That I almost died? You didn’t know anything. The club didn’t want anything to do with him. It took Angel to allow him to even be accepted. My own mother didn’t hold my son until after…” She sobbed and shook her head.

Gripping the back of her neck, he pressed his head to hers and tried to control his rage. “I would be there for you.”

“He might not be yours, Simon.”

“I don’t give a fuck. He’s mine. He will always be mine.” One look at Nathan, and he hadn’t seen Ryan. All he had to know was that he was Tabby’s, and that made the little boy’s life worth everything to him.

He pressed a kiss to her lips even as she fought him.

“I don’t know what other women you’ve been with. Let go of me.”

Simon stroked her cheek. “You’re going to fight me, aren’t you?”

“It’s not like you’re going to give me any other choice. Let me out and we can talk like civilized adults.”

He snorted.

Getting to his feet, he started at her back, then her hands, and finally, her feet.

The moment she made a dash for it, he was on her, drawing her to the ground but also protecting her so she didn’t hit her head.

When he was sure she was safe, he grabbed both of her hands and locked them by her side, his cock pressing between her thighs.

Tabby’s curves had gotten softer, her tits larger, and fuck, he wanted her. He’d never stopped wanting her.

“Get off me.”

“One day soon, Tabby, you’re going to beg for me. You’re going to want me and I’m not going to do a damn thing until I hear those sweet words coming from your lips.”

“I’m never going to ask you for anything.” She gasped as he rolled his hips, touching a part of her he had a feeling she’d been denying existed for a long time.

“Your body remembers me. We had only just gotten started. I’m not turning my back on you, and we’re going to see where this goes.”

He kissed her hard, sliding his tongue across her lips as he let go of her hands.

She didn’t fight him.

Tabby pulled him in close, just as he knew she would.

His woman could fight him all she wanted to. The real fact was she craved his touch, and he was going to make sure she didn’t forget it. Not for a second.

He broke the kiss first, getting to his knees and offering his hand.

She didn’t take it.

Still, he followed her upstairs, knowing he was going to be in a fight for his life to win her back.Chapter EightSimon cooked.

It had been so long since anyone had cooked for her.

Tabitha glanced around the cabin and couldn’t help but admire the beauty of it. This would have been a perfect spot to take their honeymoon.

They’d never had one.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she tried not to think of all the things they should have had.

“What are your plans then? Stalk to the shadows? Never letting your dad know you’re here?”

“Like you said earlier, I believe my dad is very much aware of where I am, and I’m happy about that. I don’t know what he’s waiting for.”