A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Their ki*ses were passionate, the hormones of desire floating around them like a sweet perfume.

Waylen’s desire for Rena was palpable.

He was on fire for her.

But in the end, as they stumbled onto the bedsheet, Waylen found himself unable to perform in his inebriated state.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Rena immediately turned over, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Hugging her from behind, Waylen gently coaxed, “I drank too much.

I’ll make you feel comfortable next time, okay?”

the sheet over

stared at the white ceiling and

to his ego, even though the reason was

peak of desire, and Waylen feared that his inability to please her might

much effort he had put into winning her back, and if all of

would do it tomorrow

he hoped to make her feel the joy and happiness of being

when Waylen woke up early in the morning,

in a hoarse voice, “Rena,

she was not

not in this

Rena had run away.

left him and disappeared from the