The Billionaire's Second Chance

"Winter" I'm not sure how he hears me, or if he does at all. But the next thing I know, his a

o turn my attention from the disaster that sits on my bed. We're still

e I live? What catastrophe lie at the dept

does he w

e did to me. I leave Winter's warmth and move to the box in small, cautious steps.

ar my father

d and pleaded, promising him anything to give it back. To return the only piece of my fathe

s, staring me

e white teddy bear with a small smile, but seeing the speciall

wn it out like

reminiscing in it all. "It's a bear my dad gave t

into the box. I stop looking at my bear and watch as he dips his hand into it

tch the paper from his hands, the

m about everything I did. Half of the time I was on one s

how he would be honored to have me back in his life. I have no idea Winter

kwardly, feeling guilty all over again. When he'd asked me about my birthday the last time, I told him I would tell him someday.

w he'

tracks. "You know how my life was, Winter. I didn't want to relieve

le a bit. I look up at him and see the hurt in his eyes even though he tried to cover it up, and the guilt overwhelmed me. "But you have to trust me on this" He lifts my hands and kisses the bac

n't know what's wrong with me. Over the past eighteen months I've built walls around my

Winter burn all my ha

soul, taking a step forward, which makes me take

s h

s a predator and I'm his pr

eed

meters away, and I know I'm exactly where he wants me to be. I feel his han

m on to

ed W

every inch of me. I reach out to tangle my fingers in hair but he stops me mid air. With a rumble

erl

I wouldn't be po

. He looks at me, shocked, with his lips parted so I lean in, listening to his pant-like breaths. "My turn." I whis

ap." He br

control. To know he does

I* belie

until I'm staring directly at the

up, kissing me. "Don't" He simply said, then kisses me again, making me

inter" I w

ing each other's company, talki

ed for tomorrow?" He asks

o shoot with A

ng the over protective best friend he is, he hates all my photo shoots be

you want to, you

ere, have I ever miss

bit confused at first, but it turns to amusement when I pull out my phone from my bra. "What

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