Page 59 of One Last Chance

“You sure you’ll be able to put the kids through college after this?” I ask while we wait for our meal.

Rowland laughs, reaching for my hand over the table. “While I’d rather you don’t expect me to take you here every other weekend, you don’t need to worry. I amverygood with money. It might not look like it, but I was taught the importance ofsavings and my expenses would probably surprise you. We’re all good,” he assures me with a wink.

Such a cheesy, stupid gesture makes my cheeks burn with hot blood, and Rowland simper with glee in return.

We dine like kings. The food melts on my tongue and the ‘highest quality world ingredients’ really taste so good it makes me question whether or not the stuff I buy at the grocery store is even real.

I’m not even full after the meal, just sated. Satisfied. Fulfilled.

Being filthy rich really is like living in an entirely different reality, huh?

I continue to enjoy pretending it is my reality, too. Rowland moves his open hand slowly over my chest as soon as we get into the—private!—elevator and stops at the highest buttons of my fancy satin button-up shirt. He plays with them, teasing me, while planting soft kisses on my neck, making me shiver. I repay him by sliding my leg between his, rubbing against his crotch, causing him to jolt and abruptly nibble at my neck.

“I’m starting to think you haven’t booked this room just so that we can enjoy the night view,” I say between controlled breaths, trying not to give him the satisfaction of my moans just yet.

He chuckles against my skin. His pheromones seep out, so much so it feels like I will choke on them in the enclosed space. They’re ruthless in their intensity, nearly making my knees buckle. Thankfully, the elevator finally stops and dings, the pleasing female voice welcoming us to the penthouse suite.

We pull away from each other, and while I lick my lips and rub the sore spot on my neck, I fully relish the sight of Rowland’s erection tenting his pants. Oh, that flirtatious, charming persona is gone now. He stands there, looking at me like a desperate dog in heat.

Somehow, he collects himself enough to take my hand and lead me into the apartment. The place looks as modern andhigh-class as I imagined. A little like Rowland’s house before I moved in, only ten times more over the top.

Everything is basically one massive room, with a minimalist, sleek kitchen to the right, dining and living room to the left, a door closer to the entrance that I presume to be the bathroom, and open riser stairs with the steps made of some sort of expensive stone leading to the open level upstairs where the bed is.

I walk into the open space, turning around to admire it. The ceiling is crazy high and has not one but two modern chandeliers that look like a disco ball that exploded and got stuck in an anti-gravitational pull or something.

“This place is mind-blowing,” I mutter to myself, still looking around like I’m in a dream. Rowland comes up to me to grab my hand again.

“You haven’t seen the best part yet,” he whispers, pulling me toward the entire wall made of glass panels. My heart races when we walk out onto the massive private terrace with the pool. This doesn’t even feel real. The pool looks like it is spilling out into the endless bright lights of the city ahead. I feel like we’re in heaven—somewhere so high and so removed from other people—and the lights are glowing stars.

I hear nothing. No sounds of cars honking, the clamor of people… It’s just the two of us in the soft blue light of the pool, heat rising from it and the wavy texture of the water dancing seductively on the surface.

“What’s the verdict?” Rowland asks, hugging me from behind.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You’re stupid,” I say. “By that I mean: I don’t think anything is ever going to top this.”

“I do love to outdo myself, so I might hold off on saying that if I were you.”

Huh. I believe that.

Leaning back into him with a smile, I glance to the side at the wet bar. I want to stay as sober as I can to remember every single detail of this night, but a little drink won't hurt.

The staff delivered the small suitcase with some essentials that we brought with us up here once we arrived at the restaurant. I think I saw it by the entrance. “How about you go get our stuff while I put together a—”

I pause when I feel Rowland’s hands on my belt. I smile.No drinks until later. Got it. Wedohave the whole night.

“So eager… But we’ll still need our swimsuits.”

He hums, continuing by undoing the buttons of my shirt after my pants are open and down at my ankles. “I’ve changed my mind on that, actually. I mean…no one can see us here,” he says, voice as smooth as honey and almost as appetizing.

A slow, even wave of pleasure passes over me. I don’t hate the idea. I don’t hate it at all. So I surrender and let Rowland do the work. He takes my jacket off, then my shirt. He kicks his shoes off while I remove mine, until we’re both naked, kissing under the crescent moon above. Our cocks brush against each other and this deep, deep hunger rises from the bottom of my stomach.

We waddle closer to the pool while kissing and touching each other all over. The air is cold but the warmth of the water reaches me as soon as we step near the edge. With a wide smile, I hold Rowland’s cheeks in my hands, pulling away from his eager kiss momentarily.

“You really are something, you know that?” I ask with a devilish smirk and before he can respond, I use all my strength to push him to the side.

He lands in the pool with a huge splash, sending water everywhere. Covering my mouth with my hands, I giggle like a preschooler that just pranked someone with a whoopee cushion.

When Rowland comes up for air, I appreciate what I did even more. He looks like a damn model as he pushes his short hair back, water dripping down his face and open lips. For someone who doesn’t really go to the gym, his shoulders and back look pretty impressive as he stretches his arms up to wipe his face.

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