A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

As the weekend approached, the clock struck nine, signaling the impending close of their shared hours.

Rain cascaded from the heavens, a torrential dance upon the world outside.

Rena’s gaze lingered on the drenched scene beyond the window, her voice a mere whisper, laden with curiosity and Longing.

“It’s autumn.

Why is it still raining so heavily?”

In an instant, the sky responded, a bolt of lightning rending the darkness asunder.

Startled, Rena sought refuge in Waylen’s protective embrace.

He had taken a shower and now, his visage exuded a newfound vitality, and his essence imbued with a masculine allure.

The bathrobe dr@ped around his form was a testament to his casual confidence, its simple elegance only serving to amplify his presence.

Rena, ensconced against his chest, felt the rhythm of his heart, each beat a testament to the emotions that intertwined them.

Rena, her cheeks suffused with a rosy

timbre rich with emotion, broke the

enveloped her, their warmth a balm against the uncertainties

simply can’t bear to see you

of twenty, carried with her the weight of apprehension when it came

held her ground, unwavering in her

in a protective embrace, led them to the

ear as he playfully whispered, “Do you have so Little

and the sight of her delicate blush only

Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All

held an exceptional tenderness, not that desire was absent,

he would soon

he yearned to shield her

retrieved his

Rena’s watchful gaze, he conveyed his

“Mr.

Gordon, this is Waylen.