Everyone Deserves a Second Chance: A Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Tara Brent

  “First of all, I promise you’re not a rebound, we've known each other for years,” I try to reassure her. “If anything, Clara was my rebound from you. I missed you desperately from the day you left me.”

  “I didn’t leave you, Drew,” she reminds me. “You were always in my heart but I knew we were from different backgrounds. You went off to Europe and me, I lived on a reservation where my mom was born. We were worlds apart.”

  “Well, now we’re all grown up and we can make our own choices without our parents interfering,” I tell her.

  “Oh, and there’s that too!” She cries out as she jumps out of bed, still naked. “What will your parents say?”

  I stand up and take her in my arms to stop her pacing the room.

  “I don’t care what they say, or think Chrissy,” I tell her and I mean it. “Besides, they were always fond of you and Lisa.”

  “You never did see it, did you, Drew?” She asks. “We're from different backgrounds you and me. My mom was like a servant to your parents.”

  “No, she was not.” I instantly regret snapping at her, but I never saw her that way. “She was my nanny and I loved her. When I was too old for a nanny, mom wanted her to stay with us and so she became our housekeeper like Rita is to me now. I would never say that Rita was my servant. Who the hell even has servants nowadays, Chrissy?”

  “Well, you know what I mean, Drew,” she sniffs back at me and tries to wiggle herself out of my arms.

  I scoop her up and lay her back on the bed. Then I lay by her side.

  “Look, if living together works out, we can then get engaged and announce our love to the world. We don't have to rush into marriage so the kids can get used to both of us being around. Does that sound reasonable?”

  “What if Annie thinks I’m trying to take the place of her mom?”

  “Annie's a clever little girl, you know that,” I remind her. “She's grown fond of you and Lucas, so what’s there to worry about? I want you to move in with us and then we can talk about where we should all live. We don’t have to stay here.”

  Chrissy doesn’t reply as she leans her head on my chest. At least she’s mulling it all over in her mind, that's all I can ask for now.

  “I don’t want to go to France if that’s what you mean?” She suddenly says.

  “We can go anywhere in the world, Chrissy. In fact, while the children have you to teach them, we can live on a desert island.”

  That thought finally relaxed her.

  “So, is that a yes then?” I ask.

  “Oh Drew, I’d love to live here with you.”

  “It's a done deal then?”

  “Yep, it’s a done deal but let’s still tell the kids it's a short term arrangement like you said,” she adds. “I want to get this thing with Paul out of the way first.”

  “I don’t want you to go back to your house, Chrissy. You’re all much safer here with me.”

  “Okay, we’ll stay, but leave it to me to tell Lucas.”

  “That’s why I love you so much, Chrissy Montgomery, you always think about everyone else. I knew you were the right girl for me from the moment you were born.”

  We kiss, and somehow find the time to make love once again.

  Chapter 21

  Life is Good

  I wanted to get back to teaching the children, so life would return to some normality. Drew though, had other ideas and insisted he had something special to show me. Leaving the children with mom and Rita, we meandered down to the harbor where we took a seat on our bench.

  “It fascinates me how we both sat on this bench at separate times," I said to him as he hung his arm over my shoulder. He pulled me closer to his warm body and my heart pitter-pattered. "How we both came to the same place to think. It's as if fate meant us to bump into each other again, don’t you think?”

  “I’m not a great believer in fate. To me, we make our own fate if we work hard enough. Everything's logical in my head. It's more likely that we both came here because as kids we felt safe here. As it happens there's only this one bench here. Our bench,” he replies, squeezing me even closer. “Now then, do you notice anything different in the harbor?”

  I look out over the water but it appears to be the same as always. Moored boats bobbing up and down. Lots of old fishermen houses that have been there since we were children. Well, I supposed they were built for the fishermen originally. Now they're all owned by outsiders who come on weekend visits.

  “No, I don't notice anything different. It looks as beautiful as it always does,” I reply, a little puzzled. “What am I looking for? You’ll have to give me a clue. Are you moving mountains for me? I don’t see any” I joke.

  “If I could, I would,” he smiles down at me. “Over there," he points. "Docked in the marina, you see it, that huge light blue yacht? Come on, let’s walk over and take a closer look.”

  Drew takes my hand and leads me down to the marina. I felt like a child being taken on a special treat. As we draw nearer, I see the full majesty of the boat Drew had pointed out. It is indeed magnificent. No wonder he likes it. Whoever owns that beauty must be very rich. It’s then that I notice the name, painted in bold gold letters on the brow, and my heart skips a beat.

  “It’s Star Crew!” I cry out in surprise. “That’s what we said we’d name our boat when we got one. Our own boat that we were going to buy so we could run away and get married. Is that your boat?”

  “You got it,” he replies as he stands next to me admiring his property.

  “Wow, Drew, it’s huge!” I say with surprise.

  “I know,” he replies with a slight smirk in his tone. “I don’t like to brag about it, but all the women say that to me,” he laughs.

  “Oh, you’re intolerable,” I laugh back at him. “Is that really your boat?” I ask once again, ignoring his manly bragging.

  “No,” he says, confusing me. “It’s our boat. Do you like her?”

  “Do I like her, is that a trick question? I love her! It’s even the exact color we wanted. When did you get her?”

  “Well, I bought her in Vancouver when we first returned to the bay. I bought it so Annie and I could go off on short cruises. For some odd reason, I named her Star Crew as that name stuck in my mind. To be honest, I didn’t give it much thought at the time but now I can see you were on my mind even then. I wanted to moor her up where your dad had his boat, but things aren’t quite as relaxed as they were back then. I’ve just had her brought down the bay so we can use her from here. I don’t want to have to ride into Vancouver every time we want to go off for a weekend. What do you think?”

  “Oh, Drew, she’s beautiful,” I say, as I gave him a huge bear hug and a big kiss. “The children will love her too. Has Annie seen her?”

  “Nope, we haven’t used her yet. How about going off somewhere together?”

  I wasn’t wasting one moment and by that evening we're all sleeping on the Star Crew. The children love her as much we do. Mom and Rita wanted to stay behind, both glad of some quiet time no doubt. Drew's hired a cook and a nanny and he's going to play at being Captain of his own boat. He steered us out of the marina the next morning, and off into the Halo Straits to visit the islands for two weeks of fun.

  When we arrive back a fortnight later, we’re all so happy. Drew told me this morning that he’d been asking Annie what she thought of me. The answer Annie had given him was quite astonishing. She'd told him that she wondered if I might agree to be her new mummy. Can you believe that? I was so moved as Drew relayed the story to me. Annie had said that her own mamma would always be the best in the world. But she missed having a mamma, so Lucas’s mommy would do, so long as Lucas didn’t mind sharing. We haven’t discussed it further as yet, but we will. I’m overjoyed at the thought.

  We have our reunion with mom and Rita when we get back to the apartment. I can’t believe how good life is right now, for us all. The man of my dreams is back in my life and we have two beautiful children. All thoughts of Paul and even m
y own little home, seem to have been pushed to the back of my mind. How easy it is to let your guard down.

  Chapter 22

  The Amazing Miss Montgomery

  We all had a wonderful time on the boat. That's the primary reason I bought her, for happy times. When we return, the first thing I ask Rita is whether Paul has been on the scene at all. I’d also hired a Private Investigator to watch the apartment while I was away. But, all's been quiet and he hasn't shown his face. Hopefully, my little chat with him had the desired effect. My source in the police department informs me that Paul has left the trailer he'd been renting there. With a bit of luck, it means he’s left town.

  Chrissy is so relaxed now that I hope we can get on with finalizing her moving in. Annie’s taken to her so well, which I knew she would. Halfway through the trip, my daughter and I had a long talk about life in general. She was keen to talk about her mamma, Clara, but also about Chrissy too. Annie seems better able to talk about her loss now, and I think it’s because she has Chrissy around so much. Annie then told me that she wondered if Lucas might share his mommy and allow Chrissy to be her mommy too. She didn’t think that her mamma would mind. She would call Chrissy “mommy,” as Lucas does. That way, the word mamma is for Clara. It was a complicated conversation for a four-year-old, and she handled it remarkably well.

  When I discussed this with Chrissy she was delighted at such good progress in such a short time. That night at dinner, we all discussed it with Lucas. He seemed unsure at first but Chrissy reassured him that she would always be his mommy too, and that settled it. From that day, Annie has called Chrissy her mommy, and Lucas has called me his daddy. It's all flowing in a completely natural way.

  Annie's also started to call Lisa her “grandma.” I couldn’t be happier at the progress we’ve all made over the last few weeks. Needless to say that at dinner that evening we announced to everyone that Chrissy was moving in.

  When I finally got to bed, I find Chrissy wearing a seductive...erm...piece of nothingness.

  “Wow, you brazen hussy,” I leer at her, dressed in what can only be described as minimalist clothing. A few straps barely conceal her intimate areas.

  “Do you like it?” She asks me with a big grin.

  “What's not to like? I mean it leaves very little to the imagination but still provides a little intrigue for what it doesn’t show.”

  “Close your eyes, Mr. Gagnon.”

  “What’s all this about, Miss Montgomery. I ought to spank your ass for teasing me like this,” I tell her with my eyes closed, as per instructions.

  “Okay, open them again.”

  As I do so, she hands me a leather lead that's attached to a studded collar around her neck. She's down on all fours, making an erection grow in my pants.

  “Oh, I like this very much,” I say, pulling on the lead as she’s forced to come towards me on her hands and knees.

  Once she's in front of me, her face is at the level of my crotch. Her eyes are locked on my growing bulge.

  “Is that a pistol in your pocket, Mr. Gagnon, or are you just pleased to see me?” She manages to say with a completely straight face.

  I place my fingers under her chin and turn her head upwards. Her eyes are wide and dilated, and I stare into them. After a few seconds, she gives a little shiver, no doubt brought on by passion. Looking further down her body, I can see her erect nipples pushing at the flimsy fabric. Chrissy parts her deep red lips and her tongue darts out very seductively.

  I unbuckle my belt and zip down my fly. All the while her eyes never leave my groin region, as if she’s transfixed. Freeing my member from its confines, it jumps out and almost hits her in the face. She takes a deep breath through her nose and lets out a little whimper of pleasure. She closes her eyes and moves her head a little closer to my cock until her lips are almost at the tip.

  “Please, can I?” she whispers in a sexy, husky voice.

  “Can you, what?” I reply to tease her.

  “You bastard don’t make me say it, you know what I want.”

  “Hmmm, I'm not sure so you'd better tell me in more detail.” I push further, enjoying watching her squirm.

  At this point, I notice her hands are between her legs and she's unashamedly fondling herself. She continues to hold my stare and a wicked smile widens her lips. She’s up for this game, there's no doubting that.

  “Please, master, please, let me worship your beautiful cock. It looks so big I just want to eat it.”

  I pull on the lead in my hand and she engulfs the end of my cock in her mouth. The sudden sensation causes me to let out a low guttural moan. The softness of her tongue on my glands. My throbbing dick in her wet oral cavity. It's all giving me indescribable pleasure. I reach around the back of her head and force her lips further down my shaft. She gags a little and resists my pressure. Then, like the little trooper she is, she relaxes. So, I push on her head a little further until her nose is nestling in my pubic hairs.

  Looking down at her is such a beautiful sight. Her eyes are locked with mine and her deep red lips stretched to the extreme. I almost come there and then, right in her sucking mouth. I'm forced to withdraw, leaving the tip of my cock resting on her lips. She lathers it with her dripping wet tongue. Feeling completely empowered and knowing that right now I can do whatever I want with this beautiful woman, I thrust my cock between her lips. When it's nestled in her throat, I stop. Her eyes gape wide as she gags a little, but she doesn't attempt to pull me off. Withdrawing my cock almost completely before pushing it back down her throat, my heavy balls slap against her chin. I know I can't continue at this pace. Already I feel my seed churning in my balls, so I withdraw again completely. Chrissy immediately thrusts her head forward trying to engulf my cock but I hold her off. This is not how I want this erotic session to end.

  “Please,” she says, “I want to do this, for you.”

  It's hard to resist that innocent looking face that lingers so close to my cock and I let the tightened lead slacken. Immediately she latches onto my throbbing member and engulfs it once again in her hot wet mouth. As if a woman possessed, her head bobs up and down. She's engulfing my entire shaft on the downstroke, before sliding back up leaving the bulbous end in her mouth. Overcome with a powerful urge, I grab the back of her head and begin to fuck her mouth frantically. I’m already so close, it'll only take a few more seconds before my seed rushes down my shaft into her willing and receptive mouth. I can see her throat constrict as she attempts to swallow it all. Even when my cum leaks out of her lips and dribbles down her chin, she's still managing to turn me on like crazy. The sensation is so powerful my knees give way and I hear my cock make an audible plop as it leaves her mouth. I slump to the floor, exhausted.

  “Jeeze! that was incredible, Chrissy. Where did you learn how to do that?” I ask as she wipes her face clean.

  “Just now," she replies, grinning at me mischievously. "I’ve never done anything like that before.” A look of embarrassment flushes her cheeks. “I wanted to do it for you. To show you how much I love you and how much we all appreciate what you've done for us.”

  “I love you too Miss Montgomery. You are an amazing woman."

  Chapter 23

  A Hell of a Commotion

  Today, I’m walking on big fluffy clouds, I’m so happy. All is well with the world as I watch Rita in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The children are already eating, while I go for a strong coffee. They chatter away nonchalantly while mom hums to herself as she reads the newspaper. Me, I won’t wake up until my caffeine-hit kicks in. Drew's gone out jogging. He invited me to join him but last night left me rather exhausted.

  The doorbell rings and Rita goes to answer, while I go over to sit next to mom and read the news over her shoulder. Before I even have a chance to focus in on the first article, I hear a loud commotion out in the hallway. There's one voice rising above the other and I recognize it straight away.

  The living area door bursts open and my sister, Trish, comes charging
into the room. Her eyes locate me and her mouth opens up to start her yelling once again.

  “So, you thought you’d hide from me, did you?” She screams at me.

  I get up to take her away from the open plan living area so the children don't get upset.

  “Trish, please keep your voice down, you’ll scare the kids,” I instruct her as I lead her into Drew’s office.

  Before I manage to get her out of the room, I notice a shocked Rita and my mom have gone ghost white. I look over to the kids who are now watching TV. You'd think they couldn’t have missed the yelling, yet they seem oblivious to what's going on. That's what TV does to them but I don't have time to tell them to turn it off.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask my sister as I close the office door to keep the children out.

  “I could ask you the same thing, Chrissy,” she snaps back at me.

  “Well, it’s good to see you, sis. You mind telling me what you’re so pissed off at?” I ask her, treating her with the same tone and attitude.

  “I get to your house and some guy's fitting a new window. He tells me that you’re not staying there anymore,” she says as if I've committed some major crime. “So, I came here remembering this is where Drew used to live. I couldn’t believe it when the concierge downstairs said he still lived here. He showed me up, and the rest you know.”

  “So what's all the shouting about then, Trish?” I raise my voice because I’m puzzled about why she’s so angry. Then again, Trish is always angry.

  “I thought you’d run away,” she replies.

  “What? What did you think I was running from?” I ask her.

  “What the fuck do I know? I panicked because you weren’t where you should be.”

  “Okay, that explains nothing, but anyway, you’ve found me now so can we calm down and greet one another like sisters?” I ask, in the hope that we can get rid of all the attitude.