Forbidden by Faith

All Rights Reserved ©

Valor Lennox

Chapter 9

Valor Lennox

I can feel her trembling in my arms. She is anxious. I had promised her there would be no pictures and no media. I signal the guard to snatch the camera and that’s what he exactly does. Snatch it and pull out the memory card and then destroy it.

My guards try to move these fuckers away from us, but to no avail.

“Is this the lady that you have been spending time with? Is that why you’re not seen in clubs anymore?” I hated paparazzi. It was a downside of being a billionaire.

“Move out of my way.” I say as I try to keep my rage in check.

“What is she to you? A new flavor of this month?” the reporter was starting to piss me off.

“My personal life is mine alone.”

“Is she with you for the money?” I cannot fathom the thoughts running inside my beautiful vixen’s head as reporter shoots these annoying questions. She’s the only women I’ve come across who saw me for myself and not my money.

The fucker won’t shut up and he’s making me angry. The monster will unleash now.

“Once an abuser, always an abuser.” Says the paparazzi guy. As I lunge towards him, I feel her press her soft hand on my chest. Monster is calm now; he feels her too.

“She’s my girlfriend. You fucking asshole! And now, if you don’t clear my way, you will be hearing from my lawyer as I will be charging you with harassment. I will shut down your entire channel.”

“Now respect our privacy and move out of my way.”

And he does, leaving us the way. Once we reach Limo, I take out my phone from my jacket and dial Steven. I let him know what happened. I know he’ll take care of the rest.

I look at Sana and she’s silent, lost in her thoughts, staring far away in distance. I slowly place my hand on top of hers and she looks up at me, blinking at her tears.

“Baby. I am so sorry.” I pull her into my lap, and she doesn’t protest. She just wraps her one arm around my neck while her other arm traces the tattoo on my hand.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.”

“I should have been more careful. I should have sent the guards first to survey the place.” Having her this close to me is making me lose control. My dick is hard like rock. She’s about to get up from my lap when I put my hands on her waist, stopping her.

“We... We reached.”

“Okay.” We are still frozen in the same place. None of us ready to break the contact. She finally lowers her gaze to my trouser region.

“Is that?” She blushes deep to her roots of her hair.

“Yes.” I slowly move my lips brushing against her lips. She doesn’t protest or push me away, so I deepen the kiss.

She grips my hair while I devour her lips. She tastes like strawberries and chocolate. As I nip on her lower lip, she moaned and parted her lip allowing me an access inside her mouth. I slip my tongue inside, plundering her mouth, savoring every taste and wanting more. I groan and pull myself up.

“Why’d you stop?”

She asks trying to catch her breath. I chuckle at her impatience.

“We need to talk. Remember?” She groans with frustration.

“I heard you are a playboy. Is this just a fling?” she questions me as she lowers her gaze.

She was straight to the point and there was no beating around the bush. I liked that attitude. All I wanted to do was show her that she meant more to me than any fling. “Hell no, Sana. With you, I want more. I want you to be mine. Why are you so afraid to follow your heart?” I ask her softly.

“Because I am broken. I am still collecting pieces from last time and I don’t think I can go through all that pain again.”

I know I shouldn’t be jealous of whoever it was in her past. I had my fair share of women. It’s just I feel sad knowing that I am not the first person she’s falling for.

She and I are so different and yet so same. By the sound of it, she too had her heart broken. But the feelings I was starting to have for Sana, I don’t think I ever felt that way with anyone before.

I pick her up in my arms and carry her to my study. Once I place her on her feet, she moves away from me, examining the paintings in the room.

And I feel hollow again. She just gives me a shrug. “I did come earlier knocking on your door to talk to you. But you were busy.”

I take a deep breath before I answer her. “Nothing happened between Violet and me. You have to believe me. I didn’t touch her. I couldn’t go through with it.”

“It’s none of my business if you did.” She’s being distant again. She tries blocking me out of her heart. I am a fucking determined man. I will chip that wall away no matter how much ever fucking time it’s going to take.

“You said we should talk. What exactly do you want to know?” she asks, still avoiding to look at me.

“You went on a date?!” It was more of a statement rather than the question.

“Yes, I did.”


“He’s a friend. He kept asking and I needed a friend.”

“I can be your friend.”

“Mm…hmm.” She’s still inspecting the painting. Now I ask something I don’t want to know the answer for.

“Did... Did you kiss him? Like we kissed?” She finally turns to look at me. Her large beautiful brown eyes meeting mine.

“No.” As soon as I hear her say it, I was fucking relieved to hear that until she adds, “But it doesn’t matter. We can’t be together.”

“Why do you think we can’t be together?”

“As you may know, I ran away from home. If... if they find me, they will...” She stops herself from whatever it is she wanted to tell me and instead says, “I don’t want any harm to come to you. Besides, there are things you don’t know about me and you’ll probably end up despising me once you find out.” Her rational thinking was always in works. It amazed me.

“What will they do Sana? What are they going to do if they find you? You are not in their reach anymore? What are you so afraid of?”

“They’ll… They’ll kill me. Okay?” I notice her hand move to her stomach absentmindedly. She does that often.

“Why would your own family try to kill you? It doesn’t make any sense?”

“I…” She stutters unable to form any words.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. You can tell me when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Valor.”

I wrap my arms around her as I pull her around. “Not a question unless you are ready to talk about it. Whatever it maybe. Just know I will protect you from anything and everything that comes your way. Anything bad comes your way, should come through me to reach to you and I promise I will never let anything bad reach to you.”

“What if I have committed a murder?” She asks coyly although her eyes were shining with unshed tears. I know she’s joking. Beneath all that joke, I see she’s challenging me to answer that honestly.

“Anything, baby. Murder, robbery, whatever shit happened, I won’t fucking let anybody touch you.”

“There can’t be my online pictures. And you’re practically celebrity. You brushing off your teeth probably comes in the newspaper.”

“It doesn’t and I am very very private person. Does this mean you’re agreeing to dating me?”

“Can I ask you something?” Again, I’ve noticed that she didn’t answer me. But I know I’ve to be very patient with her.


“Why’d you ask Violet to come here?”

“I wanted to get you out of head and my heart. The moment I saw that guy going into your room, I couldn’t bear the thought of you with him. You reject me multiple times and yet you go out on a date with someone else. But you have to believe me, Sana. Nothing happened.”

“I believe you.” She does? I don’t know what good deed a fucker like me have done to deserve her.

“I have one more question.”


“Why was that paparazzi guy calling you ‘woman abuser’”?

I walk around and get a bottle of scotch from the drawer. Then I move to the kitchen as she follows me. I never cared about what others thought of me and I didn’t have a need to explain myself before. But this was different. For first time in my life, I wanted to tell someone my side of the story and I desperately wanted her to believe me.

I go get a glass for myself to pour scotch. “Would you like one?”

“No, thank you.”

“You want beer?”

“I don’t drink.”


“It’s not allowed in our religion. I did try once. But the outcome was not good.” I chuckle at her admission wondering if she was a mean drunk or a cute one? Probably the latter. Her eyes however looks hurtful now. Oh Jesus. What the fuck did I do now?

“I am sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

“You were laughing at me.”

“I was not. I was just wondering if you were a mean or a funny drunk.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She looks sad again.

“Sana... whatever it is. You can tell me.”

“Can you please tell me what that reporter meant by what he said?” She changed the topic again.

I take a deep breath before I answer her. “I was young and in love. It’s just that I had fallen for a wrong girl.”

“What happened?” I look up to see the curious brown pair of eyes looking at me intently. There was no judgement, whatsoever,

“What happened was that she filed a complaint against me, and the lawsuit was filed saying that I abused her. That I beat her up.” I realize that my voice has gone from calm to yelling again as I relive the bitter memory, but I continue. “She also had marks on her body to prove it, but I didn’t. I would never lay a finger on any women. She was cheating on me and the guy she was sleeping with, he used to abuse her. They together hatch this plan to get money out of me.”

“I am so sorry, Val.” And again, my insides melt at her sincerity. She didn’t sympathize like others. In some ways, she understood the shit I’ve been through.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Since that incident, I have had a lot of anger issues. That monster in me unleashes when you are not around. My demons come back to haunt me.”

She moves closer to me, yet not close enough as she brush her fingers lightly on my cheek, while her other hand moves on the nape of my neck, running her fingers through my hair.

“What happened earlier in morning, just so you know, I knew deep in my heart that you would never hurt me. It was just an instinct.”

“I know.” I knew it was her instinct, but it felt great knowing that she didn’t think of me as a threat and she was not afraid of me.

I want to ask her why that was her first instinct. But I didn’t want to seem too pushy.

I place my glass down and move swiftly towards her. She keeps backing away until she has nowhere to go and she’s pinned between the wall and me. “So?” I ask as I entwine my finger in the lock of her hair.

“So?” she raises her eyebrow at me.

“Will you please go out on a date with me?”


Did I hear that right? Did she just say yes? Oh Jesus, Allah, whoever sitting right up there. Thank you for this blessing.


“It’s just there’s some things that you should know about me.”

“I don’t care whatever it is.” I cup her face in my hands. “We will deal with it together.”

“We will?” Sana had a questioning look in her eyes and she doesn’t sound convinced with what I just said.

“Yes. We will.” I say firmly as she tugs me down by pulling my collar, our lips only an inch apart. I can feel her breath on my skin. I want to see what she’s going to do now.

I didn’t dare to move. She was like a little bird. I didn’t want to spook her. She closes the space between us as she pulls my head down into a heated kiss.

Finally, that’s all I needed to lose my control. I devour her mouth with mine letting our tongues intertwine with each other. I love the way she grips her nails into the nape of my neck. Still kissing, I lift her, and she locks her legs around me eagerly. She’s so light. I carry her upstairs to my room, only pulling away from her heavenly lips to catch a breath.

Her eyes are hazy from kiss before the realization dawns on her face.

“We… we can’t go in there.”

She lowers her gaze, tracing the tattoo on my neck.

“I ... I am sorry. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I just want to lie next to you.”

“Mmmm. I would like that too.”

It was barely a whisper. She’s so shy and every little thing I say and do made her blush. And yet the way she challenges me sometimes and the way she took initiative for a kiss makes me wonder who she really is.

Once we are close to my bedroom, I hear her say, “Stop.”

“I thought you said…”

“Yes. But I can’t go in there.” She points towards my bedroom.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“There... There was another…woman in there earlier.” She bites on her lips, trying to look anywhere but me. She’s jealous. My lips curves upwards as I can’t stop smiling.

“Okay then.” I turn and start walking towards where her room is located.

“I can walk you know.”

I don’t stop until I reach the left wing of house. I slowly place her down on her feet and she unlocks the door.

“So?” She turns around, looking at me. I still want to give her that choice.

“You coming in or what?”

“Sure.” I look around to see the way she has decorated this place. Last time I was here, I was too busy to notice anything.

This whole place smells like her. It’s intoxicating and addictive. She has painted all over the place. The paintings were of a woman, freeing butterflies and birds; It had a deeper meaning, like freeing something good, unshackling the free spirit;Trying to rid oneself of the emotional cage one builds and soar.

I see few more paintings in the corner. It’s a painting of a woman dancing wildly at the sunrise, with the delicacy and grace of a flower like she’s celebrating new dawn.

“I painted this the night I got job. It is supposed to be a new dawn, a reset to the life. I know it’s stupid.

“It’s not stupid. It makes a lot of sense.” I pull her close in my arms.

“Why do you think it’s stupid?”

“I will probably be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life.” She looks upset again. I don’t like when she’s stressed out and upset. So I change the topic.

“I love to paint too.”

“You do?” she sounds surprised.

“Why do you sound like I would be the last person to know how to paint?”

“You’re you. The most stubborn, impatient person I have ever met.”

I put my hand on my heart, feigning broken heart. “Aren’t you forgetting something else?”

She seems to think about it before she responds. “You’re Arrogant.”

I put my hands on her waist and pull her closer. “What else?”

She drapes her arms around my neck and runs her fingers through my cheek. Something I have noticed she likes to do when she’s thinking.

“Kind.” She responds and I move my lips to the nape of her neck and kiss her there. “And?” I cannot help but smile at her words, wanting to hear more of what she thinks of me.

“Gentle. Mmmm.” The way she moans gets me a raging cock.

“What else?” I ask.

“So much considerate.” I trail my lips down her neck, sucking on her skin.

“Val.” I love the way she says my name.

“We… we… ohh.”

“What is it baby?” I start kissing on her bare shoulder.

And then she did something I would have never expected. She slightly pulls my hair making me look into those wide brown eyes, which looks a little darker now.

I feel the tremor that travels through her body; I see the flush coat her neck and cheeks and the flash of heat in her eyes. I see all of it before her lips are on mine and we’re kissing. My tongue slides in, swiping over hers, tasting everything she has to offer.

My cock hardens against her thigh, and unable to help myself, I press my hips into her and she fucking moans, into my mouth, setting my body on fire.

I know I have to stop. I had promised I wouldn’t rush her into anything. But my little vixen is all hot and heavy right now. I pull away from the kiss and it’s taking every ounce of will power I have and its killing me.

“Baby. You get changed. I will be here.”

“Mm..hmm.” Her eyes are diluted and she’s reeling from the kiss. I hold on to her so she wouldn’t fall.

“Don’t you have to get changed?”

Yes. I do. I was wearing a fucking three-piece suit. “I’ll be back soon.”

I kiss her on her cheek and run back to my room. I literally run, get showered and get changed into boxer shorts in less than probably ten minutes. I don’t think I have been ever this quick in my entire life.

I go to her living room to find her offering prayer. She stands for some time folding her hand in front of her chest, then she bows down and places her hands on her knees and then she stands up and then prostrate on the floor with her forehead, nose, palms of both hands, her knees, and toes all touching the floor.

Then she sits upright with her knees bent and palms placed on them and she repeats the whole thing few times before turning her face to the right saying something in Arabic language and she turns to her left side.

I am unable to take my eyes off of her, mesmerized by her beauty and her pure heart. Then she raises her both palm and recite something and wipe her both palms on her face. And after that, she stands up and folds her prayer mat. She looks up at me and gives me that 400 volts smile she gave the first day she stepped into my office. Her right cheek dimple being clearly visible.

“I am sorry. Were you waiting for long time?” Why she keeps apologizing all the time? I don’t know.

“No baby. I just came in few minutes ago.”

She move towards me and places both her palm on my face like she did with hers earlier. Every time she touch, it’s like the first time. I feel this electricity surge through my body.

“What are you doing?”

“I prayed for you.”

“What did you pray for?”

“I prayed Allah to give you strength to fight away your monsters and keep you safe. And as you earlier told me that you have anger issues, I prayed Allah to give you strength to keep calm.”

I can’t believe this woman. She listens, she cares and now she keeps me in her prayers.

“Do you mind if I go get changed?”


“I hope you don’t mind me sleeping in my boxer shorts.”

She is in washroom getting changed and responds back. “I don’t think one should change one’s habit for someone else’s sake.”

I move around and look in her bedroom. The place is decorated as I was expecting. The star lights were hung around the bed. There was a stuffed unicorn and a teddy bear on her bed, placed tidily. The way things were organized reminded me of Kevin. He too was obsessed with keeping everything organized and tidy. The room just showed her personality.

The bed sheet weren’t usual girly kind like one of those frilly or flowery type. For a girl who was a ray of sunshine in an entire office within few days of recruitment, I had imagined her bedroom and décor would be all bright and pink.

I move around, looking at her other paintings until something draws my attention in the corner. It was nicely hidden.

I sucked in a deep breath. My words curdled into nothing at what I am seeing in front of me.

“Is that…” There were several of my sketches and paintings. She painted me!

I hear a familiar anklet sound before I know she’s caught me peeking into her private things. She’s saying something and then she stops. I turn around and her cheeks are fully flushed.

Her belly chain was clearly visible with that navy blue satin short PJ set she’s been wearing. So were her anklets.

“What are you doing?” She looks behind me and then runs across the room and hide everything in sight including those paintings.

“Did you? That’s… that’s me. You painted me?” I was loss at words, barely able to form them. She’s trying to avoid looking at me.

“You weren’t supposed to snoop around.”

“Well, this is my house.” I argue.

“But this is my bedroom. As long I stay here, this room belongs to me.”

I belong to you. My heart belongs to you. I don’t say it out loud. I don’t want to freak her out. She only agreed to go out on a first date with me. But it is the truth.

I put my hands on her waist and pull her close to me. “And you belong to me. You are mine.”

“Aren’t you getting little ahead of yourself?” I notice the teasing in her voice.

“No Sana. From the moment I saw you, I know you were put in my path for a reason. No matter how much ever fucking time it takes, I am going to make you mine.”

I pull her in my arms. “You referred me as your girlfriend this evening.”

“You caught that huh?”

“Mm..hmm.” She looks dazed, lost in thoughts as she trails her fingers over my flesh, tracing the tattoos on my chest and moving her fingers on my biceps. My muscles flex and harden. My throat is dry, and scratchy as hell, but the only thing that’s going to hydrate me is her.

I press my mouth to hers, and she opens for me. I lift her and carry her to the bed, still kissing. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the depths of her. So fucking sweet. But it’s not enough. Lust burns through my blood as I wretch my mouth from hers. I slip my hand under her tank top, the softness of her skin, the warm scent of her body. My hand is on her back and I feel something, and she jolts upright on bed when I touched her back.

“I ... I felt a scar on your back. What is it?”

“It’s...It’s nothing.”

“Can I see it? Please?” She turns around and lift her top. There was all kinds of scar. Long marks, fading belt buckle marks and something that I felt earlier. What the fucking shit? Did someone brand on her skin? If so, who did it?


Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.