Page 24 of One Last Chance

“Well, that sounded like a genuine laugh. Good. Being all dejected does not fit you at all,Mr. Hall,” I say, letting my horny self off the leash just a bit. I regret it right away,of course, but at least it clears the air a bit.

He laughs once more and goes quiet for a moment.

I resist the urge to run my hand over my crotch again while simultaneously praying for him to speak more so that I can get that sweet, sweet wave of pleasure running through me when I hear his voice.

“I know this might seem like I’m asking for a lot, considering how all our meetings seem to end, but…would you give a do-over a chance?” he asks, sounding insecurely, endearingly hopeful.

My heart gallops; my body burns brighter. I can sense my own pheromones in the air with how turned on I'm getting. The idea of seeing him again? Talking again? Just being in his company? I barely hold in a contented groan.

“Sometime this week, maybe?” he continues, almost like he’s enticing me.

“No,” I blurt, my mouth quicker than my brain. Widening my eyes, I sit up sharply.

“Oh, that…that’s fine, really, it’s up you to whether or not—”

“No,” I interrupt him in panic.Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s not what I meant!“I only meant to say that I’m completely swamped this week, and I promised to work on something with my parents on the weekend.” I make up the lie perfectly on the spot. Even make it sound completely believable with all the adrenaline rushing through my veins.

I hear him let out a clear sigh of relief. “I see.”

Crisis averted. I put my hand over my face, leaning back again.

I can’t believe I’m so panicked about him sensing my pheromones because of my heat.This is no way to live, Day, I hear in my mind, the inner voice somewhat morphing into the one of Ma. She’s the one always telling me to love myself after all. But this is something she can’t understand. She hasn’t experienced rejection like I have, and she doesn’t have to live with my handicap.

It’s stupid, really—even if I delay seeing Rowland after my heat, he willhave a tasteof my scent, eventually. Sooner or later, it will happen, and none of this will matter, because the end will be my fault. Still…I want this to last a little longer.

“The week after. I’ll message you with the plans at the beginning of next week.”

“Sounds good,” he says, a smile reflecting in his tone. “Let’s do something more casual. In public, but not as intense of a place as our first date.”

“I like that idea,” I say playfully, smirking to myself. In public, nothing can go too wrong. And in an establishment for regular people, not the upper echelon, I can be more myself. “Somewhere where you don’t have to wear a suit, hm? Not that you don’t look good in it. Anyway, let’s give it another shot, like you said.”

Stop imagining him without a suit. Stop thinking about his firm muscles and charming smile.

I desperately press my legs together and squeeze my cock through my pants. The background symphony of his laughter is like a drug to me. The decency to not jerk off while being on the phone with someone I barely know, without them knowing, is the only thing stopping me at this point.

“Thank you for giving it a chance, Dayton. Givingmea chance.” His voice softens to something deliciously honeyed and tender. “I haven’t really felt like fighting for someone like this in a while, as corny as that sounds.”

“It doesn’t,” I mutter, using my utmost restraint to not let him know what I’m doing right now. Who the fuck gets like this from a phone call? This successful, mature man with a family would probably never text me back if he knew.

“Good.”

Unsure of how much more I can take, I draw in a deep breath to steady my voice. “I’ll get back to you. Enjoy your week. I’ll look forward to another, hopefully more successful meeting. Third time’s the charm, right?”

“We shall see. Goodbye, Dayton.”

The gentle way he says my name at the end is the last push I need. As soon as the low tone announcing the end of the call sounds, I drop the phone next to me and slip my hand under the band of my sweats. I’m wet and painfully hard. Finally able to let out the frustrated moans, I sink my head back into the couch and open my mouth, stroking myself.

My hormones must be out of whack. I don’t get like this, even when in heat, just by hearing the pretty voice of some handsome alpha. But Rowland isn’t just some alpha, is he? In a way that I can’t understand—in a way that seeps into my bones—he is something else. Maybe just wishful thinking of a desperate, lonely guy.

Whatever it is, Rowland is doing things to me. Glorious, intoxicating things. As I picture him on top of me, holding me, filling me, I let myself be consumed by the pleasure, and for a little while, all my worries disappear. All that’s left is the blissful state of joy and acceptance, as my scent merges with his.

I reach climax with the sensation of freshly squeezed figs running down my face and fresh, tall grass brushing softlyagainst my cheek as I imagine his hand would, were this not just a lustful dream.

Could it ever become a reality?

Chapter 9

Dayton

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