Get Her Back: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Maxine Storm

  I stood up and looked him in the eye.

  "Nice speech," I said, reluctant to express being moved at some level by his words. "But I saw your journal entry."

  Brent looked puzzled.

  "Journal entry?" he asked.

  "You know what I'm talking about," I said. "The one about the other woman."

  "I swear, Michelle, I don't," he protested.

  "Don't lie to me, Brent," I said, walking over to the journal still on the floor from last time. "Don't say those lies all over again."

  Brent squinted his eyes and crossed his arms. I knew he knew something was coming.

  I picked up the journal and held it in front of him.

  "Is this yours?" I asked, like I was playing for a jury in court.

  "Yes," he said. "It's mine."

  I shook my head with disdain.

  I rifled through the pages, each feeling as heavy as lead, each a hammer shattering a piece of my heart.

  "Is this your handwriting?" I asked, holding up the page with the incriminating journal entry that I had read before.

  "Yes, Michelle," he confessed, "but -"

  "Don't interrupt," I said. I swallowed and tried to read the words on the page but it hurt to move my tongue. I clenched my fist and tried again.

  "'Today is the day I truly know I am alive,'" I said, reading his journal aloud. "'I was imagining talking to her of our plans together. What we wanted to accomplish and become.'"

  "How could you, Brent?" I interrogated him. "How could you lead me on like this?"

  "Michelle, you don't understand," he pleaded.

  "I understand perfectly well," I said. "Goodbye."

  I threw down the journal and stepped out of the shelter into the darkness. I didn't want to be around him - it hurt just to be near him.

  I heard Brent's footsteps running after me.

  "Michelle, wait!"

  "No!" I shot back, not even knowing where I was walking. Suddenly I was floating in the air.

  I looked down and saw Brent's arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me up.

  "Leave me alone!" I shouted, my legs kicking.

  "We're settling this once and for all," Brent said, taking me back to the shelter.

  No, I worried, no he wouldn't do that. I didn't want to see what was going to happen next. I just wanted out.

  Brent set me down.

  "Don't move," he said.

  He walked over to the journal and picked it up. After opening it up to the page I was on, he stood beside me and forced it in my hand, holding it tightly with his own.

  "I'm going to read the next page," he said, sternly.

  He turned the page over with his right hand, holding mine with his left, and then started reading.

  "It's everyday that I realize how lucky I am to have her. There's no one like her, There's been no like her until now. Because she's changed into a woman even more beautiful than she was before. That's my Michelle. That's the woman I love who I will do anything for."

  My hand started shaking even though Brent was holding it. I felt my whole arm shaking and I braced myself with his body, leaning into him.

  Brent put his hands on both sides of my face and gazed into my eyes.

  "You're the only one I care about, Michelle. You're the only one I ever cared about. I know I made mistakes in the past. This isn't a mistake I'm ever going to make again. I swear to you."

  My heart hammered against my chest. Damn. Damn it. I had been on the verge of total devastation, total heartbreak, and was pulled off the edge. I tried to speak but I couldn't. I had no words.

  I wrapped my arms around Brent and he held me tight.

  "God, Michelle," he said, "you're the only one I've wanted like this."

  My arms ran along the thick cords of muscle in his back and I felt his embrace like an immovable column that will always keep me secure.

  "You're so damn beautiful," he said, lifting up my chin to gaze into my eyes.

  He kissed me and waves of heat ran down my chest as his lips caressed mine. I felt myself letting go of all that had plagued my mind, all the doubts that had formed and were forming about us.

  He turned my chin to the side and kissed my exposed neck, and I shivered at the sudden warmth and his gentle but firm clasp keeping me close to him. He licked along my neck up to my ear and I close my eyes and moaned as I felt his inextinguishable desire for me.

  His mouth hovered just above my ear and he ran his hands into my shirt and held my breast and instantly blood ran to my nipples held softly between his fingers.

  "I want you so fucking bad," he whispered. "I want to show you how much I need you."

  I closed my eyes and nodded - to him, to myself, to the uncontainable desire enveloping us both.

  He unbuttoned my blouse and put it on the ground, and then took off his shirt. I felt his smooth and hard pecs and his six pack abs each like inviting ridges down to his hardness grinding into me. My wetness was flowing down my leg as he grinded his thick cock into me and I imagined how good it would feel to finally be stretched out by him.

  Brent guided me down to the makeshift bed and pulled down my pants. I looked down after he got them around my ankles and saw his straining cock practically bursting out of his briefs.

  I reached out to touch him but before I could his lips had reached my wetness and his tongue lapped away longingly. My hips arched and he held them down with his hands and pressed his face in even closer.

  "You taste so good," he said.

  I could only moan in response, my conscious critical mind was now long gone, and I only was left with pure passion, pure desire.

  He licked me over and over again and I felt my orgasm building as I squirmed.

  "Michelle,' he said, his voice husky, "I need to be inside of you."

  I looked down at him and saw him holding his cock thick and hard and glistening with precum.

  I gazed into his eyes as he slowly entered inside of me, his size bigger than I thought I could take, yet so satisfying and hot as my pussy welcomed him.

  He closed his eyes and grunted as I felt that he was fully inside of me now. I held his shoulders as he began thrusting with a steady rhythm, grinding his pelvis against my clit to add to the overwhelming pleasure.

  "I've been wanting this so bad," he whispered.

  "Me too," I whispered back, now knowing that this is what I deserved, the man, connection, and joy that I deserved and that no one could tell me otherwise.

  As he increased the pace of his thrusts, I began moaning uncontrollably, and I dug my fingers into his back. His breath was hot and fast against my neck and the weight of his body pressed against mine, his abs rubbing on my stomach with every thrust.

  "This is just for you, Michelle," he said, whispering in my ear.

  Finally with his words I was sent over the edge, the warmth exploding in waves from my pelvis and core throughout my body. My arms contracted around his body as I tightened around his cock and felt my sense of self disappear into a pure sense of pleasure and love.

  Brent, too, began moaning as his breath quickened and his cock uncontrollably pulsated inside me, leaving his hot cum buried within me. His body shook and he collapsed over me, his hands warm around me, his lips softly kissing mine.

  We held each other in this incredible afterglow, the storm outside appearing to sound no louder than the gliding of a cloud on a calm summer's day. The brightness of the fire flickered and the shadows danced along the wall with the fire's crackling as if it were all in applause for us.

  I ran my fingers through Brent's hair as he held me.

  "Do you understand how I feel about you?" he asked quietly.

  "Yes, Brent," I said, my eyes still closed in the incredible afterglow of our passionate collision. "Yes I do."

  "I want you to know that I would never let anything happen to you," he said. "Nothing is ever going to hurt you."

  I nodded my head. I opened my eyes and saw his beautiful smile. Even after all the craziness of t
he last day, he still looked as handsome as ever, as if he were born to survive in the wilderness.

  "Brent," I said, touching his cheek, "thank you."

  Brent smiled and kissed me again.

  "You never need to thank me, Michelle. Anything I do I will do it for you. You can count on that."

  Brent rolled over to his side and drew me close to him. He wrapped one arm around me and held my ribs.

  "I forgot you had been hurt here," he said, touching where I had felt the pain earlier.

  "I did, too," I said, smiling.

  I looked out into the forest and was no longer crushed by the darkness. Outside there was a chance for something new, and the sun slowly rising through the night to welcome us to the world again.

  Chapter 16 - Brent

  The light of the morning sun woke me up and I found myself with my arm around Michelle. She was still asleep and seemed as peaceful as the new day breaking. It was the first real glimpse of sunlight we had had since we were first flying yesterday. The thick black clouds were finally lifted and its place the sun shone as if just for Michelle and I to guide us on a new path together.

  She was so stunning and I was fortunate to wake up with her. Yesterday I was stung by her words and her doubts about my commitment to her. If only she had known then that I never entertained anyone else seriously in my life the way I did her. She was the only one who I woke up with like this and didn't feel restless or uneasy with. Waking up with her was like waking up on Christmas morning with the greatest gift - one you could never imagine having, because you never even thought of yourself deserving something so incredible.

  I tried to remember back to the day when I wrote that entry in my journal which Michelle first thought was a confession of my straying until I showed her the rest of what I wrote.

  I was sitting by after because I had a business meeting. In the meeting I was bored out of my mind, and my thoughts kept returning to Michelle. It was such a contrast in the way I felt for things. It was only with her did I realize the vacuum that had taken hold in my life when it came to relating to other people. I got along with those other executives. I could do business with them, and run things successfully. But it was almost like I was on autopilot. I never felt my heart stir at anything that was said. I never let my mind run freely to imagine a future that inspired me. I was almost becoming a machine. An efficient and skillful machine. But a machine nonetheless.

  And then during the meeting, I remembered her laughter, and it shook every piece of ice reforming over my heart. The words the other executives were saying were just muted, were just dull sounds in comparison. Her laughter was like sweet music that reinvigorated me.

  And then after the meeting I sat outside the hotel, the planes in my fleet circled above, and I thought maybe I could just leave somewhere else. But it'd be meaningless. It'd all be meaningless without her. Without Michelle. I'd be going somewhere, but ended up nowhere, because I'd be without her. And so I wrote that entry in my journal. I rarely write in it. I just use it for a few interesting notes during my work and travels. But that day, I was possessed to express what I felt about her and how she was always on my mind. It pained me to think that the very words I wrote to express my feelings for her could have been the words that would have ended all we rebuilt between us. It was too painful to fully consider. I wouldn't let her get hurt like that. I promised.

  Michelle began to move in my arms and I lifted up her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

  "Hey," she said quietly, "who's that in my bed?". She placed her arm over mine and cuddled me closer.

  I felt myself get instantly hard as her ass pressed into me. Fuck, I thought, I'm going to need to have her again.

  "What are you talking about, 'your bed'?"I teased, and smacked her wriggling bottom.

  "I made this bed myself, and it's the finest one out here," I said, pointing to the forest in front of us.

  "Hmmm," she said, "well it's not that comfortable."

  "Oh really?" I asked.

  "Yes," she said, playfully, "there's something hard pressing into my bum."

  She grinded her ass against me and I shut my eyes from her sweet body teasing my hardness.

  "There it is again," she said sultrily.

  Fuck, I thought as I moaned, I was almost going to cum from just that.

  As if reading my mind, she rolled over to face me and began kissing me. My lips moved with hers and I relished the sweetness on her lips. She looked so gorgeous, even in the morning, even after the storm when we were both soaking wet, even after our love-making where we were both soaking wet, sweaty, and spent.

  She reached down and began stroking my dick.

  "Mmmm," she said, "do you like how that feels?"

  "Yeah," I said, looking into her eyes. "It's good."

  I was so hard and I felt her hand sliding over my cock from its precum. I didn't know how long I was going to last from just that. It turned me on so much seeing that she was becoming more open with me. Not just sexually, although that was fucking awesome. No, not just that, but also being able to be playful, and exposing her sweetness and emotions even while we were alone.

  But my mind switched back to her hand on my dick as she stroked me again and again, and I could feel myself building up, on the verge of exploding everywhere.

  "Oh, Michelle," I grunted, barely cognizant of anything around me, except her and her warm skin.

  I wanted her to enjoy me like this. I wondered why it had taken so long for us to have this and I thought better of it. It was her decision. It was the path life had created for us both.

  I held her breasts and looked into her beautiful eyes as I felt myself losing control of what was about to arrive.

  But then my ears were assaulted by the sound of machinery - aircraft? I instantly stood up, looking out the rock shelter for something.

  Michelle looked up at me with a quizzical look.

  "Was it that bad?" she asked, jokingly.

  I looked down to my cock and it was still as hard as ever, and I grinned at Michelle.

  "No, babe, it was great. But didn't you hear that?"

  She nodded her head.

  "What was it?" she asked.

  I tried to listen for the sound again but it had disappeared. Maybe my mind was just going wild from Michelle, I thought. Better just to get some rest. With her, everything was wonderful. There was no one else I could spend time with like this.

  I put my arm around Michelle and she laid her head on my shoulder. I felt my eyes starting to close themselves and when I turned to look at her, she was already asleep. It was still very early morning but I could be here with like this forever.

  Chapter 17 - Michelle

  "Didn't mean to interrupt you two lovebirds, but we do have to get going."

  The strange voice woke me up and I saw a man in front of us. Brent stood up and shook the man's hand.

  "Good to see you, Captain Maxwell," Brent said.

  "Good to see you, too, Brent. And you can just call me Max. Is that lovely lady there Ms. Michelle?"

  "Yes," Brent said. "We had a tough time with the storm but she did quite well."

  It made me smile to hear Brent tout my toughness. I guess I didn't even worry about the storm all that much, in the end. But it was because I was with him. Of course, part of it was being so distracted with anger and sadness - directed at him. But it was Brent who was ultimately responsible for that.

  "Sorry we took so long," Max said. "The storm was still persisting where we were so we had to wait until everything was clear."

  "I understand," said Brent. "It came out of nowhere and stuck around."

  "That it did," said Max. "Let's take a look at what it did to that that plane of yours."

  ***

  "You're damn lucky - and damn skillful - to be alive," Max said, as he walked around the plane.

  "It didn't make sense, though," Brent said. "I've been through worse while flying. Something was off with the equipment."

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p; Max shook his head.

  "Who knows," he said. "Maybe the electrical interference from the storm got to it."

  "We'll take a look at it after we get home," I said.

  Max nodded.

  "Finally," I said. "Let's get out of here."

  ***

  Max dropped us off back at the airport, and Brent's driver took us back to the hotel.

  I sat in the plush leather seats and rested my head on Brent's shoulder.

  "It's good to be back," Brent said, as the car drove quietly down through the city.

  "It's good to be back. With you," I said.

  Brent smiled.

  "There's no doubt about that," Brad replied, rubbing my leg.

  I looked out the window and saw all the rich people dressed up and going about their day. Suits that cost more than I would ever have in my bank account. Bags I would never get to hold, except maybe counterfeits. It wasn't a world I fit in. It made me insecure to think Brent would routinely speak with these people.

  Brent moved his arm away from me and stretched it. Then he picked up a folder stashed inside a mini-cabinet like footrest in front of us.

  He shuffled through some papers and sighed.

  "Missed a lot of business meetings," he said to himself.

  "Oh," I said. "That's too bad."

  "It's work for the upcoming fall season," he said.

  "Sorry," I said, looking away from him and out the window of the car.

  "Sorry for what?" he said, still reading the papers.

  "Sorry I wasted your time," I said flatly.

  "Michelle?" he asked.

  "Sorry I took up all your time."

  I kept looking out the window. I didn't want to look at him after that.

  "Michelle, don't be like that," Brent said, with a half a tone of consolation.

  "No, I shouldn't waste your time, right? Your such a big business man with meetings all day and all over the place. I guess I really fucked it up, huh? Throwing your schedule off like that."

  "Michelle, it's not like that," Brent said, finally putting the folder down.

  "It isn't, huh?" I said, feeling insulted. "I guess I really inconvenienced you. This was all an inconvenience. This whole excursion was quite inconveniencing, wasn't it, Mr. Brent, CEO?"