Page 53 of Billionaire's Second Chance

“That wasn't so bad, was it?" Greg rejoiced behind the locked door of my trailer.

“Yeah. Can we go home now?” I asked.

“Err--I have this thing with Sandy. You might have to leave without me. Can Derek drop you off?"

I shrugged. It didn’t matter. A few minutes later, I was in Greg's car, pretending to hear anything he said. I thanked him for being a true professional today and making the scene flow naturally. He smiled proudly. I let him have his moment, but I knew the true reason for our great chemistry.

I had barely finished showering when I faintly heard my doorbell ring. I switched off the water and listened again, in case I had misheard.

Ding, dong.

I stepped out, wrapped a towel around my body, and walked to the door.

"Who is it?" I asked in a low voice.

"It's me, Ava," Damon's husky voice filtered through the door.

My hands immediately shot to the lock, and the door flew open. He stood there, one hand on the doorframe, the other in his pocket. His hair ruffled up, eyes shooting bullets into mine.

“I couldn’t bear to watch you and Derek today,” he blurted.

I pulled him in, kicking the door shut behind him. My hands wrapped around his waist, and my lips parted. His tongue gushed inside while his strong hands pulled off the towel, leaving me dripping wet and naked.

His mouth hovered from nipple to nipple while my fingers tangled in his hair.

"I need you, Ava," he moaned through kisses.

"I imagined it was you today," I confessed as he threw me around his waist and carried me to the bedroom.

"You better," he smirked, laying me down and unzipping his pants.

"Hurry up and come here already," I grabbed his hand and pulled him on top of me.

I didn't want to wait. I needed him inside me. Bringing the day's fantasies to life.

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Damon

Myfingerstightenedaroundthe steering wheel, fear and worry nestling in my heart. I had been with Ava twice in the last three days, and both times she had felt sick and rushed to the bathroom, asking me to leave. I wondered if something was wrong with her health. The thought of that made my own stomach tie up in knots.

The traffic light glowed red.

As the car slowed to a stop, I ran my hands through my hair and exhaled—a group of teenagers dressed in skinny jeans and gothic tops noised by. I could tell they had cans of beer hidden in their backpacks.

A girl with pink hair walked behind the group, clinging to a skinny boy with a mohawk. He whispered something that made her giggle and kiss him on his lips. He returned the favor, first pecking her ring-studded nose before kissing her full on the lips—a pit formed in my stomach. I frowned.

They had no idea how lucky they were. They could kiss and cuddle for all the world to see, unbothered by cameras or the paparazzi, just their love, no matter how fickle it seemed.

A horn punctured my eardrums. My eyes shot back to the traffic light, which had turned green. I stepped on the gas and sped off, leaving the insults behind me.

I should have turned the car back to her apartment to check on her, but I didn’t. I fought the tight knot in my belly and took a sharp left until I approached a tall black gate.

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The hum of the waterfall, and the familiar green lawn, welcomed me as I parked in front of the mansion and walked up the marble steps.

Quinn’s bony body startled me inside. Her long brown hair tangled over her shoulders. She wore brightly colored flare pants with a matching band around her hair.

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