Chapter 6: Forest's POV

We didn't leave the house for two straight days. We fought. We ate. We f****d. Gosh, we f****d. We f****d in the bed. We f****d in the shower. We f****d on the stairs. We f****d on the balcony. We f****d in the kitchen. We f****d in the library. We f****d in the gym. We f****d in the indoor theatre. We f****d in the garden. We f****d in the pool. We f****d our way through my entire estate and through all our fighting. Always raw. Always with me cumming inside her. Always. Charlotte and I were always good at having s*x with each other. Going from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend was the most natural transition for us. In fact, we realised we waited too long to date each other. We should have been at it in highschool already. We should have been fighting for first place on the honour roll while f*****g each other behind closed doors. The s*x is and will always be amazing. I gave a piece of myself to her each time we were intimate and I like to believe that she does the same thing too. It's never just physical with her. She's getting all of me over and over again and each time I'm left feeling ...whole. Charlotte makes me feel whole. But after two days of f*****g and fighting, we realised we hit a wall. I refused to get back together with her until she told me what happened five years ago and she refused to tell me what the hell happened. We were standing on opposite ends of my bedroom. She was wearing one of my white shirts that was much too big for her and I was standing in my black boxers in what was a very tidy room because the maids cleaned all the mess we made. "What now?" She asked. I rubbed my forehead and sighed so loud it filled the big master bedroom. We were just fighting in circles. There was nothing left to say from either of us. We were done. Charlotte and I are done. "Now you leave." I started picking up her clothes. "It's Sunday and it's almost 7pm. We both have work tomorrow. I for one have a bunch of meetings tomorrow." I handed her her nicely folded up dress and shoes that the maids cleaned over the weekend. I wasn't going to give her back her underwear. That was staying with me. "I told you my terms for getting back together." I repeated something I've practically been screaming at her this entire weekend. "You refuse to meet those terms so now you have to go because I'm not letting you toy with my heart again." She looked down at my hands that held her folded clothes. For the second time in my life, I think I saw tears in Charlotte Ericsson's eyes. "I can't do that." She gave me a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "And I can't tell you what happened five years ago. I can't tell you anything about it." I shook my head and started walking to the bedroom door to open it. I was so done with her and her bullshit. "I can't tell you what happened." Her voice sounded from behind me. "I need you to let that go and just...just be with me, Forest." "Leave!" I held the door open for her. A tear actually rolled down her cheeck and she started walking towards the door. Charlotte never cries. That's the one thing she'll never EVER do. I've known this girl since I was nine years old and I've only ever seen her cry once - that very same five years ago we keep fighting about. She watched the rest of us get pampered by our parents, we brought them in for career day and did so many other things with them. She was always alone, alone in the most excruciating way but she never cried. And yet here she is right now with a tear rolling down her cheeck at the mention of what happened back then. "Did you want to try sleeping with other men?" I blocked her path to the door. "You didn't like the idea of only having slept with me your entire life? Did you want to see what else was out there?" I slammed the door behind me, threw her clothes on the floor and grabbed her face with both hands. "Is that why you're back, Charlie? Are you done sleeping around and now you're ready to settle down?" I was practically roaring at her at this point. "Am I the guy you settle with, Charlie? Am I the hopeless fool who loves you and will take whatever scraps you give him?" She tried shaking her head, but I was holding her face so firmly that she couldn't do it. My hands were suddenly on her hips and I had picked her up. Her legs were wrapped around my torso while she hugged me. "I haven't slept with anyone in five years, three months and twenty two days." She dug her finger nails into the back of my neck. "I haven't kissed anyone. I haven't even hugged anyone, Forest because I belong to you. Charlotte Ericsson belongs to Lucas Greyson. She always has and always will." Her eyes were still filled with tears, but all her sadness was replaced with anger. She was furious. She was livid. This is the Charlotte I know. This is my Charlotte. "You can't say the same, can you Forest?" She roared at me. "You're Lucas Greyson, one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. I've seen pictures of you with actresses, models, lawyers, congress women. You've been f*****g your way through this entire city and you dare to try and paint ME as the w***e?" I threw her on the bed and started taking off my boxers. This is ludicrous, but we both already know what this is about to lead to. I'm about to find myself buried deep inside of her and hopefully putting s baby inside of her. "You did this to us!" I threw my boxers on the floor and found my c**k already hard as a rock. "If you hadn't acted like a b***h, other women wouldn't have touched what has always belonged to you, Charlotte! If it were up to me, you would have been the only woman I ever kissed, touched or...gotten intimate with." She pushed herself off the bed and rushed towards her clothes that were still lying infront of the door, right where I threw them. "Did you f**k them raw as well?" She asked in a venomous tone and started to put on her dress. "How many bastard kids do you have running around the city? Should I go get myself tested?" I marched right to her and all but ripped that dress off. I tried grabbing her by the hip, but she slapped my hand before it reached her as if my touch now disgusted her. "You can't be serious right now." I looked at the hand she just slapped. "I am." She gritted her teeth. "How many women have you slept with Forest? Ten? Fifty? A hundred?" "It's four." I clenched my jaw and stalked her until her back hit the wall. "I slept with four women and used protection every damn time because the only time I'm ever reckless or stupid or an i***t is when I'm with you!" My naked body was pressed against hers. My p***s was already finding its way between her legs. Merely touching this woman was like touching fire. Even touching her cheeck was enough to make fire erupt through my entire body. She looked up at me with those hazel brown eyes of hers. She was still angry. Hearing that I slept with other people after she dumped me was making her mad. But for me, this was one of the happiest moments of my life. She hasn't let anyone touch what's mine. Over the years, I suspected that this was indeed the case. A part of me knew she wouldn't be able to be intimate with anyone but me. She doesn't trust easily because of what her parents did to her. I hated myself for being grateful for such a terrible thing, and yet here I am, thanking my lucky stars that I'm the only one who will ever get to say he's slept with Charlotte Ericsson. "Get off of me." She tried pushing me away, but I grabbed her wrists with both hands and slammed them against the wall. We were both glaring at each other while she tried to get out of my grasp. "You don't get to be upset with me!" I growled lowly. "If you had never left me, it would have only ever been you. You did this to us!" She stopped struggling and started rubbing her core against my hardness. Her underwear was in the way and I could tell how much we both hated that. "Charlotte, if you leave right now then don't ever come back into my life ever again." I breathed against her slender neck. I was bluffing. If she left, I would follow her. "If you leave, there won't be another chance for us to ever make things right again. I'll hate you forever." Her eyes softened and she bit her bottom lip as if she was thinking about her next move. "I can't tell you what happened, Forest. I can't-" I started walking away from her. She was going to say the same thing she's been saying for the past two days and I was sick of it. "I'm in therapy!" She almost shouted. I turned to find her with a very defiant expression on her face. I could tell that this wasn't something she wanted to share with me, which means she feels like she has no choice but to tell me. "I'm in therapy." This time she whispered it and started walking towards me. She held my hand and angry tears started filling her eyes while she tried to do everything she could to make sure none of them stained her cheecks. "I know I'm broken, Forest. And I know that it's unfair of me to expect you to love a broken person. I just-" I crashed my lips against hers and felt her tears streaming down her cheecks. I lifted her by the waist and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you, Forest." She confessed for the few seconds I let her breathe through our kiss. "You're the only man I've ever loved." I kissed her while we made our way back to the bed. I would gladly take a thousand years of her leaving me than ever hear her say or even think that she is broken. She's not broken. This woman has had a shitty start to life and yet against the odds she emerged as the biggest success. How can she even think such a thing? What kind of pain must she be in to even admit this to me? "You're not broken, Charlie." I groaned between our kisses. "And if you ever get broken, I will glue all your pieces back together. I don't care if I get cut. I don't care if I sever a limb. I don't care how long it takes me, I will put you back together because I love you so much, Charlie. I'll always love you." There were tears, groans and moans and we were both panting until she chuckled and wiped her tear-stricken face. We stared each other. This time we couldn't just have s*x and talk about it afterwards. We both knew that we had to decide once and for all whether we would give things another try or end it once and for all. "You really can't tell me what happened?" I hovered over her body, stared into those beautiful hazel brown eyes and ran my fingers through her thick curls. "It's been five years. I won't get angry, Charlotte. I just need to know." She pursed her lips into a thin line and shook her head. I sighed and slumped my naked body next to hers. I rubbed my forehead before turning my face to her. "What do we do now?" She scooted closer to me, buried her face in my neck and put her hand on my chest. "Now I renegotiate my terms for getting back together with the love of my life." I kissed her hand and she draped a leg over me. "And what are your terms?" She asked teasingly. "Well", I pulled her naked body even closer to me, "first, you don't get to leave me...EVER. If you do, then consider yourself dead to me." She peeked her head from out of my neck. "I accept." She smiled. "I'm not ever leaving you. Is that it?" I shook my head. "Second...no birth control." She shot up from the bed and looked quite shocked at what I just said. "And no plan B!" I added quickly as I thought of the amount of times I came inside her over the past two days. "Why?" She scowled at me. I sat up on the bed and held her hands. "We're twenty seven years old, Charlie. I don't know about you, but I knew from the second I laid my eyes on you that I'd marry you one day and build a family with you. I'm not wasting any time in doing that. We're already five years behind." I watched those hazel brown eyes contemplate a response. She looked unsure. This was a big thing that I was asking. We haven't seen each other in five years. We've both probably changed. We may no longer be as compatible as we were before. But none of that matters to me. Those are just doubts. This woman was always meant to be with me. Always. "I'm trying to make partner." She finally responded. "No one would ever say this out loud, but everyone at my firm knows pregnant women don't get promoted. They're considered a wasted investment." I almost growled out of frustration. I couldn't expect her to put her career at risk just so we could be together. That's completely unfair. Which is why I was completely taken aback by what I said next. "That's my second condition, Charlie." I said in the most serious tone I've ever used with her. "No birth control and no plan B. You can come work for my company as in-house counsel if you like. I'll make you the head of our litigation team. Whatever you decide, just know that we can't get back together if you don't agree to this." She huffed and slumped down back into the bed. "Okay then." She rolled her eyes. "No birth control and no plan B. I'll just have to figure things out at my firm." I tried to hide the smile that crept on my face, but I couldn't. She threw a pillow right at me as soon as she saw it, but I ducked out of the way right in time. "Anything else?" She smiled and rolled her eyes again. I shook my head and laid down next to her. "Those are all my terms." I kissed and licked her neck until I reached her beautiful lips and devoured them the way I've been doing for the past two days. "Now we can finally get back to fucking." I groaned between our kisses.