Everyone Deserves a Second Chance: A Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Tara Brent

  And then it happens!

  His roughened cheek touches mine. My heart feels as if it might burst open, it's beating that fast. For the first time in years, a rush of passion passes through me. How can he stir such emotions in my heart? As our cheeks touch, he turns his head towards me and presses his lips firmly on mine.

  My eyes close and I float on a cloud of passion. As darkness surrounds me I can’t control my body. His aroma fills me with a deep urge I have only experienced a few times in my life, and that was with him. No other man has ever managed to show me how to float on this cloud. I’m lost as I succumb to whatever Calvin desires.

  I have to stop this but I can’t. I’m locked in time and my desires have overcome any sense of decorum. A whole colony of butterflies has taken refuge inside my stomach, and the heat between my legs is unbearable. My inhibitions are loosened by the wine and I am his for the taking. He’s irresistible and I can’t resist his tongue as he probes it into my mouth, searching out my own. Should I object? No! It feels so right. He stirs a passion inside me that I’d forgotten even existed, and I succumb to his attention, willingly.

  Calvin moves closer and pins me beneath his muscular body as he presses down onto mine. He holds my arms above my head with firm strong hands. I’m utterly lost in a sea of lust. All the promises I made to myself are broken. This is the man I want. The man I’ve always wanted. He is all I desire and I cannot refuse him.

  Feeling his soft lips brush my skin, he places delicate kisses on my neck. I hear a deep moan and realize that it's me groaning with pleasure. His tongue lashes its way across my cleavage and he nibbles me gently with those perfect teeth. Waves of electrical sexual impulses rush through my body and I plunge further into my passionate trance.

  Pulling down the shoulder straps of my dress, he exposes my bare breasts. Instinctively, I arch my back and push them into his face. My nipples come free from the confining underwear that he unfastened with expertise, I groan again. Calvin buries his face in my soft mounds of rippling flesh and his lips search out my stiff, extended buds. As he engulfs them in the warmth of his wet mouth, I cry out in ecstasy.

  Insistent hands move down to lift my skirt line. Those same hands are soon in my panties and deft fingertips brush against my clit, forcing another low moan from my lips. Soon my panties are removed as are the rest of my clothes, and I'm completely naked. His eyes run over my body and I feel no shame as my most intimate regions are exposed to him. He pushes up onto his knees, watching my nakedness. I hear his sharp intake of breath as if he likes what he sees and it drives my passion deeper.

  As I lay on the large sofa I'm lost in my own lust filled world. He stands up and starts to undress. Revealing a sculptured muscled body, his shirt slips off his shoulders. I marvel at the chiseled form that was hidden underneath his clothes. I'm transfixed as he removes his pants and reveals his manhood. A fat stiff rod stands up firm and proud from his body, and, it’s all for me.

  He returns and I embrace him in my arms. Our nakedness presses together and our lips lock once again in a passionate frenzy. His stiffness presses against my thigh and I want it so bad. I wish he’d hurry and take me. Instead, he caresses around my belly button and moves down lower. It tickles as his fingers make their way down onto my feminine mound. Strong fingers slip between my naked legs and probe at my wetness. I can’t help whimpering as his fingertips brush at my sensitive love nub. All control is lost when those probing fingers invade my body. My animalistic senses cause me to buck my hips up and down with the rhythm of his hand.

  A hot fire builds deep inside of me. If he continues like this, I know I won’t last long. As if he reads my thoughts, he pulls his hand away from my pussy, leaving it empty. Momentarily, I pine for the return of those magical fingers. He does not disappoint and in moments he replaces them with something far better.

  His knee presses between my legs and I open them wider for him as he climbs between. There it is, the very tip of his manhood pressing against my labia. For a second, he holds it there as if he’s teasing me. Then I feel him thrusting his erection until his dick is completely buried inside of me.

  “Ohhh, Tiff,” he whispers in my ear. “We both need this, baby.”

  “Ohhh. Yes, yes. Please don’t stop, don’t stop!” I cry out with no shame. I want this man and I want him now!

  My words must have had the desired effect because he thrusts in and out of me relentlessly. I can’t resist and I respond to every probe, bucking my hips in unison. Calvin’s solid rhythm is sending me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

  He pulls my legs up and drapes my feet on his shoulders. This allows his fat shaft to probe even deeper inside of me. I respond by raking my nails across his back, enough to draw blood. There is no response as he continues to fuck me. We pound, in and out, in and out in perfect harmony. Our lustful desires keep us completely in sync. Both of us greedily trying to reach the point of no return.

  Something gives inside of me from the pressure that’s been building up. A feeling of utter release. I don’t remember ever feeling such intense and pure pleasure and I scream out with a cry of delight. Calvin follows and he cries out with his own pleasure. His big hands grab hold of my naked shoulders and he continues to thrust ever deeper inside of my body. His huge erection swells to a new thickness until his warm, sticky seed ejaculates inside of me.

  Wave after wave of pleasure sweeps through us both as we climax together. Riding the waves we are oblivious to the world. Nothing matters but the animalistic desires we have for each other, right at this moment in time.

  And it’s all over in moments. He collapses on top of me. It takes no time for me to regret my actions. What the hell did I do? Tears stream out of my eyes, I can’t help it. What the hell am I blubbering for?

  “Hey, baby,” I hear his soft voice say in concern, as he realizes my dilemma. “Is this a good sign or a bad one?”

  “I...I...have to go,” I sob, pushing him off of me and grabbing for my clothes as I run into the bathroom. “I’m sorry...I need to get home.”

  “Tiff, hey, we’re not complete strangers you know,” he speaks through the door. I come out dressed in contrast to his nakedness. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I sob. “You are wonderful.”

  With that, I run out the door and into the elevator, which luckily is open. He can’t follow me because he’s not dressed, so I hope I have time to get in a cab and drive off before he does. If he does?

  Cinderella’s Bag

  By the time I’ve dressed and run after Tiffany, the cab’s pulling away with her inside. I don’t understand why she reacted that way. What I do know though, is that we are good together. As we made out, all the good memories of our previous relationship came flooding back. If I recall correctly, we were only together around two weeks, but it was a very memorable two weeks.

  Waiting for the elevator to take me back up to my room, my thoughts overflow with Tiffany. I knew all those years ago that she was special but I had big plans for my life and they didn't involve her. No way was I letting any woman get in my way. What a dick I was!

  The bellboy looks at me, wondering why I slammed my hand on the wall.

  “It's a woman thing,” I tell him and he nods understandingly.

  Back at the hotel suite, I get myself ready to visit my new niece, at least that's one positive thing in my life

  An hour later I’m sat on the couch next to Mia and Lilly. I’m certain she’s smiling at me but Mia tells me it’s only wind.

  “I promise I didn’t know, Calvin,” Mia says as she warms up a bottle of her milk. “What are the odds of that happening? It must be an omen.”

  “You and your omens,” I say with a skeptical note that’s clear in my voice. "You’ll find that the word is ‘coincidence.’ No matter anyway. Whatever it is, I need to see her again. I need to understand exactly what happened last night. I’m not used to women running out on me.”

  “Hmm, you sure that’s all it i
s?” she laughs.

  I ignore her and ask about my missing brother, realizing he’s not around. “So, where is he anyway?”

  “Gone to get diapers,” she replies.

  “Don’t you have a helper for that, or what about that nurse?”

  “Oh, Calvin, you have a lot to learn,” she says, feeding Lilly. “I suggest you leave the room if you don’t want the image of your niece tainted” she jokes. “I'm about to do her diaper and her bottom is not sweet in the least, or at least not what comes out of it.”

  I go to look out the window, I do love this view of the San Francisco Bridge. “We don’t have people to do everything as you do, Calvin,” Mia tells me with a more serious tone to her voice.

  “I don’t have people to do everything, I reply. “Only the things that I don’t have time for.”

  “Yes you do,” she comes back at me in an instant. “In every one of your homes, you have gardeners, cleaners and even chefs.”

  “Well, they don’t count, I need them and besides, they only work when I’m in residence.”

  “In residence?” she makes fun of me. “You sound like you’re a member of a royal family. Do you raise the flags when you’re in residence?”

  “What’s wrong with you today, Mia? You know how hard we all worked to get where we are.”

  She wafts a clean diaper at me, “Don’t listen to me, Calvin. I'm quite emotional these days. “I’ve got a cell number for her if you want to get in touch.”

  “Yes I do, I need to get things straightened out between us, and I can't leave it like this. I thought about going to the clinic where you had Lilly.”

  “No, you shouldn’t do that. She might think you’re a stalker.” Mia smiles but there’s a serious tone to her voice.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought too,” I agree. “Seems I’ve already made some huge emotional impact. I don’t want to make things any worse, but I have to speak to her.”

  “It sounds like you’re besotted,” Mia looks surprised. “What’s so special about Tiffany Miller?”

  “I don’t know, yet, but she’s still the beautiful Scottish-American redhead that I remember. There’s something between us that...erm...clicks.”

  “Well, here’s her number but I don’t know if it’s a personal number or only related to work, so tread carefully,” Mia warns me. “If she ran off like Cinderella, there must be a reason.”

  “I thought you said she was single and a loner?”

  “I didn’t say she was a loner, I said she was lonely, there's a difference,” Mia replies.

  I remembered Mia saying we were alike because we both had something missing in our lives. I’d guessed she meant a stable relationship. I've had many relationships with women, money definitely helps. That was the first thing we noticed as we grew wealthier. It attracted beautiful girls, which at the time I loved. These days I’m a bit more discerning. I suppose that’s part of the reason why I never found "the one." You get to the point where you don’t let anyone get close. But, for Tiffany, I have no barriers. This was a girl I used to have fun with.

  “Look,” Mia interrupts my thoughts. “You can’t go barging in with all guns blazing. Remember the stalker thing!”

  “I forgot to tell you, she left this behind.” Picking up a plain gift bag, I pull out a glittering evening bag. I'd hidden it in the gift bag as I hadn't wanted to carry around a ladies handbag.

  “Well, there you go. Cinderella has dropped her bag. You now have an excuse to track her down. Have you looked inside yet?”

  “No, that’s a little too personal, who knows what might be in there? I thought you could do that for me,” I suggest, handing the purse over to Mia.

  As Mia opens it up, we see it's almost empty. A lipstick, some tissues, and a brush. I take the brush and pull out a ginger hair. At the moment that's the closest I'm going to get to her. But at least I now have an excuse to go in search of her. I must return her bag.

  Chapter 6

  Bruised Ego

  “I have no idea how I’m gonna get through my shift today,” I tell Ali over my cell phone. “To make it worse, I left that lovely little bag you gave me.”

  “I don’t know why you don’t tell him everything, Tiffy,” Ali pleads with me. “It’s time little Callum knew who his daddy is anyway. You know now that he’s growing up, he’ll start asking questions sooner or later.”

  “I can’t do that, Ali, you know that. What if he tries to get custody? Those courts will take into account that I never told him and it’ll look bad for me. I don’t want to go through anything like that. What am I going to do?”

  “What's confusing me is that you still like the guy, Tiffy. Honestly, you're still in love with him,” her voice comes at me on the speaker. “Talk to him, he might feel the same way about you.”

  “No! “ I snap back, I can’t take that risk, Ali. No way can I risk losing my son.”

  “Come on Tiffy, you’re not going to lose him. He can’t walk off with him you know!”

  “He can fight for him in court though.” I glance at the time and realize that I’m running late. “Look, I’ve gotta go, Ali. Duty calls.”

  “I know you, Tiffy, you’re a fighter,” she says, encouragingly. “You’ll get through the day fine, and I’ll be at your house for the end of your shift.”

  “Thanks, Ali. I don’t know what I would do without you,” I say before pushing the button to bring my two-hour call to an end.

  Braving it, I get into my uniform and go downstairs to say my farewells to mom and Calvin. They're both oblivious to the knots in my belly, and I see they're enjoying their evening meal together. When I'm on nights, my meals are all over the place so I don't eat with them.

  “Mommy, why can’t I come in your room,” Calvin says as he rushes into my arms.

  Leaning down I hug him tight, and he stays in my arms.

  “I kept him down here while you were so upset,” mom informs me.

  “I got so tired after work, and it made me sad, so I needed to rest,” I lie. Clearly, I couldn’t tell him the truth; that his mommy had spent the night with his daddy. A daddy he doesn’t even know.

  “I gather this blind date thing didn’t go down well?” Mom asks me quietly in my ear.

  “Actually, I had a good time, mom,” I reply. “I've got some other stuff on my mind, that's all. Ali’s coming round tonight, is the guest room made up?”

  “I’ll see to it. I wish you’d talk to me too,” mom says, looking concerned.

  “I will, mom,” I tell her as I embrace her as well. “We’ll talk tonight.”

  Less than 30 minutes later, Dora and I pull into the parking lot of the birthing clinic. It’s going to take an effort to switch off from my personal thoughts today. I'm sure I’ll manage it once I’m at work and I owe it to my clients. They expect the best from me, not a half broken-hearted attempt. As I go to push open the glass door to the building, a shadowy figure approaches from my left. When I turn to see who it is, Calvin is standing there looking rather sheepish. He has my bag in his hand.

  “You...erm...left this behind, so I thought I’d better return it,” he says.

  “Oh, yes, so I did,” I reply, actually putting on an act of looking shocked. Well, I was surprised that he’d gone to the trouble of bringing it to me.

  “I knew where you worked, obviously, with Mia being your patient, but I...”

  “That’s kind of you, thanks,” I say, swiftly taking the bag from his hand and getting ready to leave to enter the building.

  “Tiffany?” He reaches out and takes a hold of my arm. “Look, I don’t know what upset you last night but, please, tell me what's wrong. Then I can make it up to you. I thought we were having a good time.”

  “Upset? Me?” Okay, you can tell I haven’t rehearsed this one. “Nooo. I...I...wasn’t feeling well. All that rich food.”

  “You hardly touched your food,” he says, knowing that's not the truth.

  I look back at him and my heart sinks in my stom
ach. He looks amazing with a great lean and powerful frame. It's obvious that he works out. He’s matured well too, and I can see he’s a good catch for any girl. If only I hadn’t given birth to his son, I would love to pick up where we left things. But, I can’t. I have no idea what his response will be. For all I know he might disappear, or he might be angry that I never told him. Then again, he might want to take my child from me.

  “I’d like for us to meet again,” he says. “That’s assuming you want to...”

  “Look, I’m late for work so I’ll phone you,” I suggest as I turn and make to step inside before he can respond.

  Problem is, in my haste I forgot to open the door and I walk right into the glass panel, making an absolute fool of myself. I’ve walked through these doors countless times. Why did this have to happen right at this particular moment in time? With my ego bruised, but nothing else seriously hurt, I push open the door without looking back.

  “Hey Tiffany,” I hear his voice “Are you okay?"

  “Oh, it’s nothing, I’m fine,” I manage and wave him away before I finally enter the clinic, letting the door shut behind me.

  Thank goodness he doesn’t follow me inside. Fortunately, there’s no nose bleed but my eyes are watering a little. I’m feeling so embarrassed with my bruised ego. With a stinging nose, I take the elevator to my floor and hope to put this experience behind me.

  Time to Leave

  Once again I’m left standing alone. I sense that something’s not right between us but I have no idea why. One thing for sure, I’m not giving up that easy. Since our time together the other night, I want Tiffany Miller back in my life again. Breaking up with her is beginning to look like one of my biggest mistakes. I was very driven back then with only one goal in life, to be successful. It seems that purpose blinded me to love. Worse of it is, she is well aware that I chose my career over her. That must be why she’s brushing me off.

  As I stand and watch her disappear through the door into the clinic, I’m at a loss. I fleetingly wonder if she’s playing hard, as some women do, but I soon dismiss the idea. No, it's nothing like that, something is wrong. Is she hiding something? Part of the challenge when Mia set up the blind date was that neither would know much about the other. That means that she doesn’t know I’m a wealthy person. Should I tell her? Would that make any difference anyway? No, I doubt it, knowing her as I do. She never cared about such things before.