FORBIDDEN DESIRE
Forbidden Desire – Episode 24
Tags; Love, friendship, drama , thrilling.
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**Greg’s Apartment**
A few hours later, Jimmy returned home, radiating excitement as he stepped inside to find his mother settled on the couch.
“Hey, Mom,” he said with a weary sigh.
“Jimmy, where have you been?” she asked.
“Um, sorry I didn’t come home last night. I spent the night at a friend’s place,” he lied, avoiding her gaze.
“And you didn’t think to call? You left us all worried sick.”
“Sorry about that,” he murmured.
“Don’t let this happen again,” she warned, and he nodded in acknowledgment.
“I’ll head to my room now.” He took two steps up the staircase when he caught sight of a familiar figure in his shirt, descending the stairs. Their eyes met.
“Hey, Jimmy, you’re back,” Taylor said with a bright smile.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, confused.
“Um…” she began, but Mirabel interjected.
“She came over last night, waiting for you,” Mirabel explained, and Jimmy turned to her, incredulous.
“Why, Mom?”
“What’s wrong with that? She’s your girlfriend,” Mirabel replied matter-of-factly.
“No, she’s not. We broke up, and she has no right to be here.”
“She does now. You two need to get back together. I regret having a say in your breakup, especially since she tried warning us about Susan,” Mirabel said, her tone firm.
“Mom, please, this can’t work.”
“It will, so get used to it,” she declared. Jimmy sighed heavily and turned to Taylor, who wore a calm, innocent expression.
“I’m sorry. I know I hurt you,” she said softly, but Jimmy sighed again, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
“We can’t work. You need to leave; I don’t want to see you anymore.” He brushed past her and headed to his room, leaving Taylor to release a deep sigh before joining Mirabel on the couch.
“Aunt, please help me. I still love him,” she pleaded.
“Don’t worry; he’s yours, and you two will find your way back to each other,” Mirabel reassured her, and Taylor nodded, resigned.
“Okay, let me go ask him what he wants for lunch.” She stood up, ready to leave.
“Not a problem, take your time,” Mirabel said with a warm smile, watching her go.
Meanwhile, Jimmy peeled off his shirt, preparing to head to the bathroom. As he gazed into the mirror, he noticed the marks on his back, remnants of the passionate night he had shared with Susan. A warm smile crept across his face.
“Where did you get those marks?” Taylor asked, entering the room and catching him off guard. He quickly turned to face her.
“What are you doing here? I thought I asked you to leave,” he said coldly.
“I’m not leaving, Jimmy. Your mom asked me to stay. Don’t try to change the topic. Tell me what happened to your back. Where did those marks come from?”
“It’s none of your business. Get out of my room!” he retorted, anger flaring.
“What are you hiding? Those marks look like something a girl would leave. Did you—” she began, but he cut her off.
“I said get out!” He rushed toward her, grabbing her hand as she struggled against him. He dragged her out of his room and slammed the door shut behind her.
In the cozy living room, Taylor settled in beside Mirabel, eager to share her discovery.
“I know what I saw, Aunt. The marks on his back are clearly from a woman’s doing, which means he must have been with someone,” Taylor asserted.
“I don’t believe that’s the case. There could be another explanation. Since your breakup, he hasn’t been with anyone else,” Mirabel replied thoughtfully.
“But what if Aunt Susan finally got her way with him?” Taylor challenged.
“That won’t happen. They’ve stopped talking and seeing each other altogether.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Do you honestly think I would allow her to ruin my son’s life? Absolutely not!” Mirabel declared, prompting a resigned sigh from Taylor.
Meanwhile, in Jimmy’s room, he had just enjoyed a refreshing shower, now lying on his bed while speaking on the phone with Susan.
“I’m so glad you finally unblocked me from all your social media and your contact list,” he said, his voice light with relief.
“That was only because you were being so persistent and annoying,” came Susan’s calm reply from the other end.
“I miss you and want to see you. Let’s hang out later,” he suggested eagerly.
“We can’t, Jimmy. We can’t risk being seen in public,” she countered.
“Can I come over to your office, then?” he pressed.
“No, I’m busy,” she insisted.
“But I want to! I’m dying to kiss you right now. Please, just let me,” he sulked, the silence stretching between them.
“Maybe next time,” she finally offered.
“I can’t wait! I could come over to your house,” he proposed, his excitement bubbling over.
“Jimmy, please understand. If we’re seen together, it will cause quite a stir,” she cautioned.
“But this is torture! I want you,” he lamented.
“Alright, fine. I’ll find a place where we can meet,” she relented.
“Really? We can kiss?” he asked, his voice brightening.
“No kissing, Jimmy. We’re just going to meet, nothing more. After I finish at the office, I’ll send you the location,” she clarified.
“Okay, I can’t wait! I love you!” he exclaimed, excitedly. before hanging up with a triumphant “Yes!”
On a cool evening, Jimmy hurried out of his room, dressed to impress. After receiving the meeting location from Susan, he rushed to the door, only to be halted in his tracks.
“Going out, son?” Greg asked as he descended the staircase.
“Yes, Dad,” Jimmy replied warmly, turning to face him.
“Okay, will you be home tonight?”
“Er, I guess so.”
“Alright, be careful and call me if anything happens.”
“Sure, Dad, I will.”
“Have fun,” Greg added, and they exchanged smiles before Jimmy turned to open the door. Just then, his mother’s voice stopped him.
“Where do you think you’re going at this hour?” Mirabel asked, emerging from another corner of the house with Taylor beside her. Jimmy sighed, surprised to see Taylor.
“Why is she still here, Mom?” he asked.
“That’s not the question I asked. Where are you going at this hour?”
“I’m hanging out with my friends.”
“That’s what you said yesterday, and you didn’t come home.”
“Mom, can’t I hang out with my friends anymore?”
“Let him go, Mira. He’s a grown-up,” Greg interjected.
“Why are you taking his side? He went out with his friends yesterday and now he’s going out again today,” Mirabel replied.
“What’s wrong with that? They’re my friends; we hang out every day,” Jimmy insisted.
“I can come with you!” Taylor chimed in cheerfully, but Jimmy shot her a cold glance.
“That’s a great idea; let Taylor come with you,” Mirabel said.
“Never!” Jimmy exclaimed, turning to leave when his mother’s icy voice stopped him.
“Don’t you dare walk out that door!” she spat. Jimmy sighed and turned to his father.
“Dad,” he called.
“Go ahead, son,” Greg said. A smile broke across Jimmy’s face as he opened the door, rushing out and catching his mother off guard.
“Why did you do that?” Mirabel scolded.
“He’s my son, not a slave to control. Let him be,” Greg replied, retreating to his room, leaving the two women speechless.
