A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

His candor took her aback, rendering her at a loss for words.

Outside, Lightning painted the sky, and thunder rumbled in a distant chorus.

The apartment, however, was a haven of warmth, a sanctuary shared exclusively between him and Rena.

With a subtle confidence, Waylen’s hands cupped her form, his lips finding hers in a ki*s that held a depth unfamiliar to her.

Emotions swelled within Rena, a mixture of surrender and vulnerability.

A whispered plea escaped her lips amidst the storm’s symphony.

“Waylen, you said you wouldn’t overstep.

”

His breath danced against her ear, a soft chuckle escaping him as he tenderly reassured her in a voice as textured as velvet.

“I won’t really have s@x with you, okay? I’ll keep my word.

”

held

found herself

of the full-length French window, their silhouettes embraced vulnerability as clothing fell away, baring not

touch, a cascade of sensations enveloped her, and

a soothing balm, managed to coax a smile from

wore on, a serene ambiance

Waylen’s black shirt, Rena rested, her body and soul intertwined with

afterglow, Waylen’s thoughts betrayed the shadows that weighed upon his

complexities, sought clarity, a desire for understanding etched across her

he observed her, his mood lightened, a playful glint dancing

imagine a

”

of pink, and her response emerged in the form of a quip as she asked, “Who’s saying I’d want to

&

danced, a teasing

already chosen