The Trouble With Love: An Age Gap Romance (The Forbidden Love Series Book 1)

by Kat T. Masen

  “Austin,” I murmur, out of breath with my hands on his chest. “We shouldn’t be up here.”

  He pulls away, his gaze exploring my face until he’s drawn to my lips. There’s a king-size bed in the room and a white sofa by the window. Taking my hand, he guides me to the sofa, where the two of us sit.

  “So, did you open the envelopes?” he asks, yet much like me, we both try to avoid this topic tonight.

  I nod, gently scratching the top of his hand. “I got into all of them.”

  “What?” His expression illuminates. “That’s amazing!”

  “Yeah, it is…”

  “Why the face? You’re not happy?”

  “I’m happy I got into three excellent schools, but… well… my father doesn’t exactly approve of me attending Yale. In fact, he said no.”

  “C’mon, Millie, you know he’ll come around.”

  “I don’t know,” I mumble, still unable to process his reaction. “I guess, if he does change his mind, you’re only two hours away at Harvard.”

  Austin pulls back, scratching the back of his neck. His body language changes, or perhaps my chaotic thoughts are reading too much into this.

  “I got into John Hopkins.”

  My mouth falls open. “John Hopkins? I didn’t realize you’d applied. I thought you wanted to go to Harvard?”

  “Last-minute change.” He lowers his head, avoiding my gaze.

  I turn away, my heavy stare shifting toward the window. Outside is nothing but darkness. Not even the moon cares to show itself behind the thick clouds.

  We talked so much about this, where we applied and what we wanted to do. Never once did he mention John Hopkins. Part of me feels betrayed that he held this secret from me. No matter what, I’d have been supportive. I just didn’t understand why he felt the need to hide this from me.

  “Baltimore,” I drag, trying to make sense of this all. “That’s further from Yale? Not that Yale matters if my dad has a say in the matter. Distance makes the heart great fonder, right?”

  “You know what?” His lips curve upward with hopeful eyes following. “Why do we have to worry about it right now?”

  “You’re right,” I agree, leaning in to kiss his lips.

  With a sense of urgency, he takes my mouth and kisses me deeply. His body slowly hovers above mine, pinning me down on the sofa. I let out a soft moan as his lips trail toward my neck, and his hand moves beneath my dress, skirting at the edge of my panties.

  “Austin,” I gasp, trying to control my urges. “Not here.”

  It falls on deaf ears as he moves his hands over my panties, causing me to draw a breath in sharply.

  “Austin,” I repeat, pushing his chest with more force. “I don’t want to have sex here. Not with everyone downstairs.”

  Slightly offended, he draws back. “I understand, but I want you, Millie. I want you.” He swallows, his tone nervous. “I want you to be my first.”

  We haven’t exactly discussed our past to a great extent. I know he dated other girls in school, and I’d assumed he’d had sex. From the few times we’ve been able to be alone, he knows just what to do. Never does he appear nervous or hesitant.

  “I…” I stumble on my words, distracted by the noise downstairs. “I’m not ready, I’m sorry. I know that’s not what you want to hear. And yes, I am aware that I’m already eighteen, and even my sister has lost her virginity, but I just want it to be right, and this place doesn’t feel right.”

  “I understand,” he whispers, pulling away while struggling, my eyes diverting to his pants to see the reason why.

  I pull him back toward me, kissing him hard and guiding him back on top of me. I may not have been ready to lose my virginity tonight, but I still want him and want to show him how much.

  With fire in his eyes, his hands move back between my thighs. “Do you want me to stop?”

  I shake my head, holding in my breath.

  Slowly, he slides his fingers into my panties while deepening his kiss, brushing himself against me as I moan into his mouth. His fingers plunge deeper, the sensation causing me to buckle down as my body begins to convulse with every thrust.

  “Austin,” I cry, pulling him into me as I finish blissfully in his embrace.

  With a satisfied smile, he kisses me softly on my nose. “I love you, Millie. I don’t know what will happen in the future, but right now, I love you.”

  I stare into his loving eyes and gently run my hands through his bronze hair, admiring how soft it feels between my fingers.

  I may have been premature with my opinions on love, but I do know this—being with Austin is something I don’t want to give up. Never has anyone made me feel this way—the constant butterflies, the way we laugh together, these moments of intimacy where he makes my body come alive.

  Our future may be undecided, but it doesn’t stop me from gazing into the eyes of the boy who has officially stolen my heart.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper, then finish with a kiss to show him just how much.

  Four

  Amelia

  “Is everything okay?”

  Andy walks up beside me, drawing his eyebrows together while eyeing Austin with his friends. They are doing shots, not sure how they snuck the bottles of tequila in or why Madison’s older brother and sister haven’t said a word. In fact, I don’t recall seeing them at all tonight.

  “I’m fine, just had a talk with Austin.”

  “Right,” Andy chides, knowingly. “And what does he think about you and Yale now that you’ve officially been accepted?”

  “C’mon, Andy. As if my dad will let me go.”

  “Uncle Lex will come around. He always does.”

  “I don’t think so,” I confess, toying with the hem of my dress. “He was cold… like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

  “But that’s just him.” Andy chuckles, refusing the beer offered to him by his friend passing by. “Lex Edwards didn’t become a billionaire because he plays nice. But with you, it’s different. You’re his daughter. Besides, Mom and Aunt Charlie will knock some sense into him, so I wouldn’t worry.”

  Perhaps Andy has a point. Aunt Adriana never has a problem with setting Dad straight when the situation calls for it. They argue often, the normal sibling rivalry you expect. Dad just gets annoyed when Mom doesn’t take his side which happens more than he cares to admit.

  “Then there’s me and Austin,” I say softly. “What if I never find a love like him?”

  “What if you find better?”

  I purse my lips, quick to scold him for being such a male. “That’s such a guy thing to say.”

  “According to what Ava has to say in our group chat, college men are different.”

  I shake my head at my sister’s behavior. “I can’t control that girl. Good luck to Dad once I’m out.”

  “So, Yale it is?” Andy questions with a proud smile.

  I lean in to hug him tight as I’ve done many times when I need reassurance.

  “Moving across the country will be hard, but you’re only a train ride away.”

  “We’re going to have so much fun. Just stand your ground. In the end, Uncle Lex will be proud you fought him for what matters most to you.”

  A scream startles us, forcing our gaze to shift toward the pool where Giselle, Andy’s ex, has pushed another girl. The other girl, Seraphina, went to a movie last week with Andy. Judging by the way all eyes are on him, it’s our cue to leave.

  “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I whisper, not to draw attention.

  “I’ll start the engine.”

  Andy is out of there in a heartbeat, giving me only a few minutes to say goodbye to Austin. He holds onto me, a little too tight, and it’s clear that the tequila has gotten a hold of him. Not wanting to play the nagging girlfriend, I offer him a ride home that he refuses, wanting to stay back with the boys.

  Annoyed, I leave him behind and make my way toward Andy’s Jeep. Andy roars the engine, speeding out of the
long-winding driveway and toward home, which isn’t too far away.

  We pull up the front of my house. I wave goodbye to Andy, carrying my shoes since a blister is on the verge of killing me. I have no clue how Mom wears heels every day to work, making a mental note to ask her later.

  I close the door behind me, tiptoeing toward the kitchen to grab some water. I switch on the light to see my father sitting at the counter with a drink in hand. The amber liquid indicates it’s his usual potent choice of drink—whisky.

  Great. The wrath of a father waiting up for his daughter, a daughter who just left a party where she fooled around with her boyfriend and tequila was passed around. A party that was supposed to be chaperoned, but clearly, Madison was in charge.

  “Hello,” I greet in monotone, avoiding his eyes and walking toward the refrigerator.

  He doesn’t say a word, which comes as no surprise at all. I suspect his next words will be “you’ll never leave this house ever again.”

  “Amelia,” he calls my name softly. “I apologize for what I said earlier today.”

  My head slowly moves out of the refrigerator. My father apologized? Has the universe gone mad? I’m unsure what to say, rarely hearing an apology ever leave my father’s mouth.

  I take a sip of water, closing the refrigerator. “I didn’t apply to Yale to defy you if that’s what you think.”

  “I know.”

  “I just wanted…” I struggle with my words, my head clouded with Austin telling me he loves me, a high which seems to disappear in my father’s presence and the reminder of his behavior after doing shots. “I’ve always wanted to study law there. And I know Mom has only positive things to say about her experience at Yale.”

  “You’re just like your mother,” he confesses, his voice still low. I suspect the whisky in hand has everything to do with it. “I know you think I’m strict, harsh, or the so-called dictator according to what you and your sisters like to throw around, but I only want the best for you, for all of my daughters.”

  I place my shoes on the floor, crossing my arms in defiance. “Then why must you rule every decision of mine? I’m eighteen, Dad, and whether you like it or not, I’m an adult now. I need to make my decisions even if they’re mistakes.”

  “I understand that—”

  “And I’ve done nothing but prove to you I’m capable. I worked very hard to earn extra credits. All I’ve done is study this year. I know I’m not Ava, your favorite, but when have I ever let you down? Everything you want me to do, I do. The only thing I’m going to stand up for is going to Yale.”

  I see his face drop, his emotions visible, unlike his usually controlled self.

  “Despite what you girls think, I don’t favor Ava.” His emerald-green eyes meet mine, a color identical to my own. “You’ll always be my firstborn daughter, and everything you are reminds me exactly of your mother. And perhaps, what I’ll admit to is that I’m scared. Your mother didn’t exactly have an easy start to adulthood, largely due to my mistakes. I’m trying to protect you.”

  “But why can’t you understand that I can protect myself? If there’s anything you and Mom have taught me, it’s to stand up for what I believe in. Never compromise who I am for someone else. So, this is me, Dad, standing up for my dreams, for my future.

  Silence falls over the room, the same time the microwave clock flicks to exactly midnight.

  “Amelia, if this is what you want, I won’t stop you.”

  I absorb his words with a hard swallow, trying to determine whether this is a joke or real. Given that Dad rarely jokes with me of late, I’m assuming the latter.

  I continue to watch him in silence until a slight smile graces his face. I’m overwhelmed at the thought of actually attending Yale at the moment, forcing me to place my bottle down on the countertop and throw my arms around him for an embrace. Inside his arms, I feel protected. I can’t recall the last time I hugged him, but my tears begin to fall as I bury my face into his business shirt, accidentally smearing mascara into the white fabric.

  Slowly, I pull back, sniffling. His eyes gloss over as he wipes the tear running down my cheek.

  “You’re going to do great things. You have the Edwards and Mason blood in you, though your argumentative side comes from your mom.”

  I laugh, allowing my face to rest in his hand. “Between you and Mom, I don’t think failure is an option. Besides, someone has to be a good role model for Addison and Alexandra. Lord knows Ava is dying to teach them how to become the next influencer on social media.”

  Dad laughs, shaking his head. “Your sister will be the death of me. How much easier would it be to have all sons?”

  “Maybe one day you’ll be blessed with all grandsons.”

  “Hey…” He smirks playfully. “Don’t go getting any ideas.”

  “I have a career to achieve, Dad. You can count on me to be studying the next seven years.”

  “I remember those days. I’m not as disciplined as your mom though.”

  Gentle footsteps echo in the distance. A few seconds later, Mom enters the room dressed in her navy-blue robe with her chocolate brown hair loose, surprised to see us laughing.

  “Am I interrupting?”

  “No.” Dad motions for her to come over as I pull away. She moves toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck so lovingly. “We were just discussing her law degree.”

  Mom’s eyes perk up. “So… it’s official?”

  “I’m going to Yale.” I grin with a slight bounce.

  Mom lets go of Dad, hugging me as her eyes glass over. “Gee, kid, we sure are going to miss you around here.”

  “You’ve got three more daughters to continue the headaches.”

  “Tell me about it. Ava will be the death of me.”

  “That’s what Dad said.” I chuckle, then slow down. “Mom, I was thinking, do you think next summer Aunt Nikki would allow me to volunteer at the Manhattan firm?”

  “I’m sure she can make it happen. I’m glad she and Uncle Rocky are in the city should you get lonely. Beau is what?” She looks at Dad. “In middle school? And, of course, Will still works in the city.”

  “I forgot about Will,” I say, barely able to remember the last time I’d seen him. “I’m sure if I get lonely, I can visit them. But Andy also got into NYU, so he’s just a train ride away.”

  I let out a yawn, noting the time once again. There’s so much to think about, plan, and do, but exhaustion from a very tiring day creeps in.

  “I’m off to bed. It’s been a long day. I’m sure you lovebirds want to be alone.” The second I say it, I cringe at myself. “You know what? Please don’t answer that.”

  Both Mom and Dad laugh at the same time. “We shall remain quiet.”

  I turn back to face them one more time. “I love you guys. Thank you again for everything.”

  And as I watch my parents gaze lovingly upon me, I realize how blessed I am to have their unconditional love. For my years of growing up as their daughter, they have been two people so in love and never once letting me believe otherwise.

  My thoughts drift to Austin. I do love him enough that I don’t want to let go of what we have. Our geographical location will prove a challenge, but if we do love each other as much as we say we do, anything is possible.

  I know my parents made it work despite the trials and tribulations they faced. In the end, their love was unstoppable.

  As for Austin and me, only time will tell.

  And for the last few months we have left together, I want to make every minute count.

  I want to make memories to last me a lifetime.

  Five

  Amelia

  In the blink of an eye, prom and graduation pass, and so does our summer in France.

  It’s been a family tradition of ours to spend the summer at our chateau in Champagne, along with my Uncle Noah and his wife Kate, who own a place next door. My cousins, Jessa, Nash, and Sienna, join us too, making it all the more fun.

  The older
we became, the more freedom our parents allowed. Though Alexandra and Sienna, being the youngest of us all, would often get left behind on our mischievous adventures.

  This time, I savored it all—the beautiful countryside, the sunsets, the smell of the air, and dinners with my family, not knowing when I’d be able to join them next. Next summer, the plans will most likely involve working since I want to gain as much practical experience as possible. Traditionally, campuses will empty as students travel back home or to their chosen holiday destination.

  All of these changes happened in the blink of an eye. One moment I’m choosing a prom dress, the next minute the night is over, and all we have left are memories.

  I also learned I’ve been awarded class valedictorian. An honor, and one my parents were proud of me achieving. With that came the stress of the speech, making sure my words were powerful and resonated with the audience. I practiced in front of my family numerous times, my dad giving me pointers to calm my nerves when it became a bit too much. When it comes to public speaking, he’s an expert. He’s spoken in auditoriums in front of thousands of people, never appearing to break a sweat.

  Then all of a sudden, I’m wearing a cap and gown, standing on the stage delivering my speech, and then we are throwing our caps in the air, saying goodbye to yet another part of our lives.

  Of course, Mom cried as did my Aunt Adriana. My dad watched on proudly, a dignified smile on his face as he gave me the confidence to get through the day. The day itself was emotionally draining, yet both Andy and I were ready for our next adventure—college.

  It’s the night before my flight to the East Coast. I run through the list of things I need to tick off. Since our return from France, I made sure to touch base with everyone I know, made plans to say goodbye or future plans to catch up in New York. Keeping myself busy takes my mind off the one thing I find the hardest to think about—leaving my family.