Page 57 of Billionaire's Second Chance

Her support felt refreshing. But the feeling didn't last. My father's words echoed in my head. Would these feelings still be there? Would we still want each other this much?

After the movie airs?

17

Ava

“I’mcoming,Greg,”Iyelled from the bathroom at the sound of my doorbell.

Besides daydreaming about Damon, I had a new hobby—throwing up. For days. I had masterfully convinced myself that it was from the food on set, but a tiny red light flashed in the back of my mind. The red light screamed 'pregnancy test,' but I refused to hear it.

The doorbell rang again, making me curious about what could be so urgent before eight o’clock on my day off from the set.

“Missed me that much, Greg?” I opened the door.

But the pair of green eyes staring back at me were not Greg's.

“Lily?” I looked behind her shoulder, panic escalating my pulse.

She wore a brown top on blue jeans, a leather purse nearly suffocating in her grip.

"Is it OK if I come in,” she asked politely.

“Yes, yes, sure.” I stepped out of the way, holding my breath in anticipation. “Please come in.”

She did. I let out a long breath before shutting the door behind me.

“I know I’m the last person you expected to see,” Lily said as she sat on my couch.

I remained standing up. “Can I get you something to drink?”

"Just water, if you don't mind," she asked shyly.

On the way to the kitchen, I caught my breath and leaned against the counter to think about what might have brought her here.

Did she find out about Damon and me?

The glass nearly dropped from my hand as I walked back shakily. “Sorry, I took too long.”

She smiled. Not a sinister, vengeful smile, but a genuine one. Confusion raced through my veins.

She took a long sip of water, then returned the glass to the table. I gathered the courage to sit across from her.

"What brought you here, Lily," I asked.

"I need to talk to you. I’ve been through a lot lately and need someone I can trust,” she confessed, an uneasy smile spreading on her lips.

This was undoubtedly a joke. I had broken her trust as soon as I met her, yet now she insisted she could trust me.

“I already apologized to you. Lily," I informed her. "I’m sorry for everything I did. I thought we could put all of this behind us.”

She sat up. “See, that’s the thing there, Ava. You apologized even though you didn't have to. I would have never known it was you who sent that photo. That’s when I realized I could trust you.”

I shook my head and stood to my feet, pretending to need a glass of water too.

“You know, after Damon—” she hesitated, her fingers wrapping around the purse strap.

My brain shot sparks. I hoped she didn't come here to talk about Damon.

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