Destiny_A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Scarlet Ellis

  “But Gavin here’s the thing. I know why I have to do this, but I am just not convinced that you really do need me.” I mean it too. He could surely get literally any other girl to do this.

  “You are rich, successful and good-looking, you could get a million other girls to do this for you.”

  “You think I’m good looking?” He replies with a laugh. “Nice to know.” And follows this up with a cheeky little wink.

  I gulp. I didn’t quite mean to let my guard down. I know he’s teasing me but still. He broke my heart once, and he won’t do it again, but his cockiness did make smile and he was always good at making me laugh, and it breaks the heavy tension in the air.

  “Yes, I could get other girls, but I know you, and I can trust you and that really is the truth. I need to get out of the family business, I’m tired of being in this cutthroat finance world and having to carry out my father's orders. Just once I’d like to feel like I’m actually doing something worthwhile, like I’m actually helping someone."

  I can’t deny that I’m grateful for the help he’s going to give me, but I need to stay focused and not let him too deep into my life, but right now my heart melts a little.

  He continues to not do a single damn thing to make me hate him as much as I want to for what he did. I look at him and smile, things are starting to feel like old times, as much as I don’t like to admit that.

  “That’s really sweet Gavin, it’s really noble of you, and that’s not a bad thing to want at all," I say this sincerely because I really mean it.

  Gavin has a look in his eye, and we both go silent. We are both caught up in our own private moments of nostalgia. He leans in towards me, and I realize that he's going to kiss me. I want him to kiss me, to taste him again and I momentarily think about letting him, but I remember the vow to myself that I’m not going to let him hurt me again. I still have the bruises on my heart from eight years ago, and I push him away with my hand on his chest.

  God, even through his shirt I can feel every bump of his muscles.

  “No Gavin, that’s a terrible idea. We’re only pretending to date remember? I’m not interested in anything else, and I didn’t sign up to anything more.” I feel a pang of unfamiliar disappointment when I tell him this.

  “I think maybe you should go, we can’t let things get complicated.” and with that, I stand up and head to the front door and open it. I don’t wait to see if he follows, but he does anyway.

  “Rosie, I didn’t mean anything by it. I promise it won’t happen again. You’re right, we can’t let this get complicated.” and with that, he leaves without further protesting the point. I watch him walk to his BMW fighting the urge to call him back and have him rip my clothes off and make love to me.

  I can’t, I won’t…and I don’t.

  I go to bed frustrated. I fantasize about how it would feel to have Gavin make love to me again, and how it would feel to have his powerful body on mine. I’m craving how things used to be between us, despite the fact that we’ve had separate lives ever since. I don’t even know him any more.

  I stare at the ceiling most of the night, wondering if I did the right thing in getting myself into this in the first place.

  6

  Gavin

  Last night is still fresh in my memory. I barely slept last night, I tossed and turned replaying the evening. I can’t get Rosie out of my head, I never imagined when I was sent to this town that I would be thrown back into Rosie’s life. I thought she was lost to me forever, and I’ve felt like a shell of a man ever since I left her all those years ago. My shallow relationships and one night stands could never replace Rosie, and I’ve always known it.

  Leaving Rosie was the single biggest mistake of my life, I should never have let it happen.

  I’ve been limping from one meaningless relationship to the next ever since. I just use women for sex, it’s my way of not feeling alone. It’s not like they don’t know the score, being born into such wealth attracts shallow people into my life.

  Rosie was always different though, I loved looking after her and making her smile. She never knew I had money and she made me feel normal. I wanted her in my bed last night and had to fight my urges to take her, I’d never disrespect her, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t want it badly.

  I can’t deny that my ego felt bruised when she shunned my clumsy attempt at a kiss. Instead, I had to make do with the memory of the nights we used to have, which is a consolation, but not much of one.

  I decide to head to Rosie’s shop this morning. Ego bruised or not, a deal is a deal. I did promise to look at her books and help her to keep her shop going. I’m a man of my word, it’s the one thing all of us Wolfe men have in common.

  I startle her when I walk through the front door to her shop.

  “Oh, Gavin. Hi…I wasn’t expecting you this morning.”

  “I’m sorry, I should have called ahead, but I just figured that I have a couple of hours before I have to be at the bank. I thought I’d take a quick look at your books and see what I’m dealing with.” I offer helpfully.

  “Oh yeah, sure. That would be great,” She reaches under the counter and produces a giant pile of paperwork and drops it on to the counter.

  “Are you sure that’s everything?” I say, meaning to be funny. She doesn’t take the bait, and I don’t get so much as a smile out of her. I sense that things have become awkward since my clumsy attempt to kiss her last night.

  “Look, umm, I think we need to talk," I say rubbing my neck at the uncomfortableness I now find myself in. “I need to apologize Rosie.”

  I look over to where she is standing. She looks like she might be pissed at me, but it’s hard to tell. The fact that I’m more turned on when she’s annoyed at me doesn’t help this situation, and I fight the stiffening sensation in my trousers once again.

  “I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you, it was wrong of me. I had too much wine at dinner and it made me lose my mind I think. I’m sorry. Genuinely I am.” This is another one of the half-truths that I keep finding myself telling Rosie.

  I am sorry, of course I am. But I’m sorrier that she didn’t kiss me back and that I slept alone last night.

  “Look, it’s fine Gavin. It’s easy to get caught up in the moment. I get it. It just took me by surprise that’s all. I appreciate your apology though.” She gives me a small smile.

  I decide to not push this any further. I don’t want to scare her off completely, I need to win back her trust.

  I stand at the counter and start looking though Rosie’s accounts, and it's clear that things really are in a mess, and much worse than I ever imagined.

  “Rosie, I think this is a much bigger job than I anticipated. Just on the first glance at these accounts, you can maybe keep the doors to this place open for another two months at the very most.” I’m used to delivering bad news to clients, but it never usually means anything to me.

  I have to stay cold and professional, but looking at Rosie right now I feel like I just hurt a puppy. My instinct is to scoop her up in my arms and keep her from any of this bad news, but she made it very clear last night that things need to stay professional. I’m finding that hard, but I know I need to respect her wishes if I’ve any chance with her.

  “I can help though, we can re-finance some of these debts and reduce some of your outgoings, it’ll buy us some time. I promise it’ll be fine.” Looking back down at the accounts I feel like this is a strong promise, things really are in a mess. But I’ll finance this place myself without her knowing if I have to. It's clear that even after all these years, I’d do anything for this beautiful girl.

  “Thank you, Gavin, I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your help," she replies and gives me a timid smile.

  Something catches the corner of my eye outside the shop. I move from behind the counter to get a better look out of the window because I don’t quite know if I am seeing what I think I am.

  “What’s wrong?” Rosie asks before joining me at the
shop window.

  “Is that…is that a guy with a camera taking pictures of the shop?” She asks me.

  “Yes, I think it is," I reply without taking my eyes off of this guy across the road. I am guessing his brief isn’t to be covert because the black car and long-lensed camera are not exactly inconspicuous.

  The guy with the camera knows I’ve seen him and doesn’t seem at all bothered by this. He’s ballsy I’ll give him that.

  I open the shop door to go and confront him, but as I get to the curb and wait for a space in the traffic to cross the road, the guy gets back in his car and speeds off. I curse under my breath and go back to the shop and see that Rosie looks frightened which just makes me want to protect her more.

  “Who…who was that guy?” Rosie asks nervously “Do you know him?”

  I sigh quietly to myself. I don’t know him, but I know exactly why he is here. But I don’t really want to tell her that piece of information.

  “No, I don’t know him, but I think he’s probably here for me and not for you. Don’t worry about it.” I do my best to reassure her, but I can see that it’s not working.

  “I think my family has probably sent him here to spy on me. I wasn’t kidding when I said that things weren’t great between them and me. You’ve been dragged into this, I’m sorry, I never meant that to happen. I won’t let anything happen to you though, I promise. Just ignore it,”

  I mean it, I won’t let anyone hurt her, and if they do, they’ll have me to deal with. I’m seething with anger and that guy better be thankful he left before I got to him.

  “Ok, I guess I can just ignore him.” But she doesn’t look convinced one little bit.

  7

  Rosie

  It’s been a few days since I first saw the guy with the camera when Gavin came by, but he keeps showing up every day, and it’s freaking me out. I know Gavin told me to just ignore it, but I feel like this guy is stalking me. It makes my blood run cold whenever I look out and see the guy pointing the camera at my shop. Gavin might have told me to ignore it, but it’s pretty freaking hard.

  The guy doesn’t exactly hide what he’s doing. Part of me wants to call the police, but I know Gavin is dealing with it. I don’t feel safe, and I find myself wishing Gavin was here which I try my best to suppress

  As I stand at my shop counter staring back at the guy outside with his camera, I wonder what I’ve got myself into. I have a bad feeling about this whole situation. If this were just about Gavin, then why is this guy here watching me right now? I don’t like to admit feeling scared, but right now I feel vulnerable standing here on my own with this creep watching my every move.

  Gavin has been dropping by daily to check on me. I’m ashamed to say that I look forward to him coming by the shop. Each time he comes by he’s brought me different candy that he remembers I like. I felt quite startled the first time he did it, how did he remember such little details?

  I can’t decide if this is all part of the show of our fake relationship and he’s a terrific actor, or if he really does care. I wonder if he could be that good an actor, but reality kicks in and reminds me that he had me pretty convinced at college, he managed to successfully fool me into believing that he loved me.

  I look back across the road at the camera guy. Despite my confusion at his real motivations, I call Gavin anyway.

  “Hey Gavin, umm, that guy with the camera is here again. It’s just really worrying me, he just keeps showing up with his camera. Shall I call the police now?”

  “No, don’t call the police,” Gavin replies.

  “I’ll come straight over and check on you and see if the guy is still there. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  His voice reassures me, it’s calming and makes me immediately feel safe. I put my cell phone back down onto the counter and look back out the window. It’s like this guy knows he’s freaking me out and doesn’t care. Five minutes later he disappears back into his car and drives off, I curse the fact that Gavin won’t catch him or be able to confront him.

  A few minutes later Gavin shows up.

  “Looks like he’s gone now?” He asks me.

  “He left, like five minutes ago. I’m sorry, I wouldn’t have called you if I’d known he was just going to leave a few minutes later,” I say apologetically.

  “You don’t need to apologize Rosie.”

  He touches my arm gently when he says this. His touch catches me by surprise, I look up into his steely blue eyes, and my stomach does a little flip. I’ve been trying to make sense of my feelings towards him, I’ve got used to him dropping by, bringing me small gifts and yet I know this is all for show. I wonder what will happen when we don’t have to pretend anymore? I find myself not wanting to think about it because I don’t want to deal with all of my conflicting emotions right now.

  “Hey, why don’t you shut up the shop a little early and I’ll walk you home, so I know you’re safe.”

  I look at him, there was something softer about his voice. Something that comforts me but honestly I never feel safer than when I’m around him. His imposing stature and broad shoulders always make my heart skip a beat even if I don’t want to admit the effect he has on me.

  I smile, my feelings towards Gavin are as confused as ever, and for once I decide to just go with the flow and not push him away. After all, he’s only taking me home, there can’t be any harm in that can there?

  Gavin walks me to the front door. For all of Gavin’s faults when we were younger, chivalry wasn’t one of them. He always knew how to treat a woman, and he still does.

  It feels nice to be taken care of, although I promised myself I wasn’t going to let him get close to me, I can’t deny that he has begun to fill a gaping hole in my life.

  “Do you want to come in for a nightcap, I can open a bottle of red?” I ask hopefully. I’m willing him to say yes.

  “Sure” he replies casually, and I let us inside the house.

  “I’ll get the wine.” But no sooner do I say this than I feel a hand on my waist. It’s Gavin’s hand, and he’s pulling me back towards him. I spin around and look into his eyes, something has changed, he isn’t smiling, his eyes look like they mean business and are full of desire. It’s like something has unleashed the beast inside him.

  “I think we both know why you asked me in Rosie,” Gavin growled. “I know what you want from me, you can’t deny what we have.”

  “And what exactly is it you think I want from you?” I respond with about as indignation as I can muster given he has hit the painful truth. The truth I continue to deny myself.

  “I’ve wanted you the moment you came back into my life Rosie. You are my beautiful flower, you’ve always been mine, and I won’t let you get away a second time. I just won’t. I can’t let it happen again. My life has been empty without you, and I think you feel the same if you are really honest with yourself.”

  Gavin’s hand is still on my waist. Anytime he touches me it’s like I get a thousand volts of electricity through my body. My mind wanders, and I want desperately to feel his skin against mine again, I want him to fill the eight-year void in my life and make love to me all night long like he did once before. I find my breaths getting deeper, my breasts heaving. I can’t hide my desire any longer, even if I tried.

  I’m speechless. I can’t tell Gavin he’s wrong, the words won’t come out of my mouth.

  He isn’t wrong.

  Gavin pulls me in hard and close, so our bodies are touching. His cologne smells so damn good, and I drink in his manly scent. Before I have time to protest he kisses me, but this time I don’t resist. I let his lips take me hostage.

  His hands travel downwards and then back up under my skirt, he caresses my thighs before tugging down my panties and stroking my pussy. I let out a little moan, fuck I’d forgotten how good this is.

  All thoughts of resisting him have long since faded away, I have no intention of pushing him away this time. He was right, he does know what I want, and I‘m begging him t
o give it to me.

  “I think we should go upstairs.” Gavin grunts in between us coming up for breaths of air.

  Before he can utter another word I am pulling him up towards the stairs, unbuttoning my blouse and skirt as I go, not wanting to waste a single moment.

  8

  Gavin

  Now we are both finally naked, I throw her urgently onto the bed. My cock is already hard for Rosie. She only needs to show up for me to get rock solid, but now she’s laying naked I front of me I can barely control myself.

  I feel like the animal has risen inside me. I never thought this would happen, that I’d have Rosie in my bed again and I want to just take her right now, but I need to show her a good time first. I know how to treat a girl right.

  “You’re fucking perfect you know that?” I say, meeting her gaze.

  I don’t expect or want her to answer, she just needs to be mine right now. I have eight years to make up for, and right now desire and lust is raging through every part of my body. I need to satisfy the urges. I’ve been a patient man these past few weeks, but I’m not going to hold back now.

  “Are you sure about this Rosie? I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of this situation,” I ask. I want her, but only if she wants me back.

  “Are you even kidding me Gavin, you know I’m laying naked underneath you right?” she laughs before wrapping her hands around my body which pulls me down further on top of her.

  Rosie’s breasts look so inviting, like they are begging to be in my mouth. I play with her nipples with my tongue, and she lets out little moans of pleasure. My kisses make their way down her soft, warm skin, she runs her fingers through my hair pushing my head downwards towards her pussy. I know she wants me there when she spreads her legs wider for me, so when my tongue reaches her clit, I oblige enthusiastically running my tongue around and teasing it and loving the taste of her juices.