The Ultimate Chance-Chapter 57

The following morning.

Avery could barely open her eyes when the alarm went off. She rubbed her eyes drowsily. "Is it morning already?" She yawned.

"Rise and shine!" He was just as sleepy as she was. They had watched the series with only a few breaks in between to eat, and had fallen asleep with the screen still on.

He turned it off then glanced over at her. "Unless you want to continue watching..."

"I just want to sleep." She slumped her head against his shoulder. He carried her off the couch and although she wanted to protest, she was too sleepy to say a word.

She was in a soft, comfortable bed the next moment and she couldn’t help holding onto his arm. It felt more comfortable to hug than the pillows on the bed.

....

Waking up had never felt like such a disaster. She sat up with a jolt. "What’s the time? Shit."

"You can relax." He pulled her by her waist to lie down.

"There’s no time for that. And what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" She recoiled.

"I’m in my bed." He gave her a stern glance and when she looked around, she realized they were in his room.

"Right."

"I would ask you what you are doing in my bed but l you were such great company." He sat up.

She scanned the room dreadfully, wondering how she had gotten in here. Did she sleepwalk? Did she lose her way last night when she was sleepy? Did he carry her off her bed? That wasn’t likely, was it?

He asked something amid her pondering and she said yes. Only when he brought her pudding did she realize what he had asked.

"You know what? I’ve changed my mind. I’ll grab coffee instead." She made a beeline for the kitchenette. Heaven knew she needed it to get her brain functioning.

"Do you want bagels with that?" He asked behind her.

She shook her head. "No. I’m good."

"Are you okay?" He was concerned by her odd behaviour.

’I would be if I knew how I ended up in your bed.’ she thought, but didn’t say a word. "We are late for the meeting and I don’t have any time. I don’t have anything to wear either apart from your shirts."

"You have nothing to worry about. I postponed the meeting to 11 o’clock and you have clothes to wear." He wrapped his arms around her, startling the living daylights out of her.

"What do you think you’re doing?" She attempted to push his hands off her in vain.

"You hugged me for hours. Why can’t I return the favor?" He grazed his teeth against her earlobes, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

"You can’t..." She didn’t know how to tell him to stop without sounding weird about it. "We don’t have time."

"We can afford a few minutes." He kissed her neck and stopped when he knew she was on the verge of losing it. He probably could only get this close to her because she was still sleepy and had her guard down. He didn’t want it to end in a bloodbath. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

She grabbed her coffee when it was ready, poured him some and picked her phone from the living area couch, only to realise it was off. She groaned. "Can I borrow your phone for a bit? I just need to order something to wear." She hoped the store would be able to process the order this time.

"You don’t need to." He took her back to his room and opened his overnight bag to reveal a skirt she could recognize anywhere.

"That’s my skirt!" She pointed at it. She took it out and noticed the rest of her clothes in the bag, including her bras and panties.

She facepalmed. "May I ask what on earth you are doing with my clothes, you pervert?"

He laughed. "I asked Angel to help me pack some of your clothes for the trip. Don’t worry, I picked the underwear."

She didn’t find it believable for a moment but then she remembered Angel’s reaction over the video call. The boy wasn’t surprised about her absence nor was he worried when she mentioned being unable to go back in time.

"Can I kill you?" She couldn’t believe he had colluded with both her best friend and her son.

"You can do that later. Meeting, remember?" He used it to evade her attack.

"Yeah, the meeting." She straightened up, nearly bumping into him yet again.

Deciding to deal with him later, she grabbed her clothes to take a shower.

.....

When she had changed into her turtleneck top and A-line skirt, she finally believed this was Angel’s doing. This was his favorite outfit on her, and she soon realized Damon loved it just as much.

She slid into a pair of strappy heels and grabbed her files.

"Shall we?" She urged.

"Of course." He grabbed his coat, having taken a shower at the same time as she did. "You look mesmerising."

"Thanks?" She was confused for a moment. It was not unusual to hear compliments from him but why was he staring at her like he couldn’t wait to tear the skirt off her body?

She knew that was exactly what he was thinking when they entered the car and his gaze lingered on her body for a minute too long.

"Uhm... we need to go." She gently reminded him, although he already knew.

"Of course." He continued staring at her, rendering her speechless. Just when she couldn’t hold it anymore, he finally averted his gaze to start driving. She let out a sigh of relief. Heaven knew she would have done something stupid if he continued staring at her like he wanted to ravage her.

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They finally arrived at the meeting venue, a conference hotel a few miles away.

He reached for her hand when they got off the car, and she frowned.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to hold your hand because you’re scared?" She made a joke out of it, knowing he was pushing his luck.

"It’s enough that you’re beside me." He cleared his throat and led the way.

"If there’s anything you don’t like about the location, you can simply reject it." He assured her of what she already knew.

They entered the conference room with her wishing he would act normal for half an hour.

"Miss Vaillant." She heard a cheerful voice as soon as she entered the room, and she wanted to gag.

"Markus." She slapped her forehead and turned to the man beside her. "You didn’t tell me he was the store’s owner."

"You didn’t ask." He shrugged.

"Oh heavens." She finally understood what he had planned all along. This was not a meeting for her to select a store for her franchise. It was a set up for a vacation.

"We may have had our differences, Avery, but you know better than anyone that there is no permanent friend or enemy in business." Markus stood to offer her a handshake.

She shook her head and turned to leave, remembering when she got to the door why she disliked Markus so much. She turned. "Remember that bastard you talked about before, whose mess you don’t want to clean after? This is him." She pointed at Damon.

"Bastard?" Damon frowned. When he understood what was happening, he wanted to punch Markus’ teeth off. "Did you call my son a mess?"

"It’s okay. I didn’t like him anyway." She grabbed Damon’s hand to pull him away after setting a bomb to explode in Markus’s face. She smiled to herself when she saw his reaction.

"Of course." He reluctantly followed her but they all knew he would find Markus later to settle scores.

"I appreciate you finding a way to pull me away from Imperium so I’d take a breather but I need to get back to work now. Can we go back?" She asked.

He didn’t say a word, ignoring her until they were back in their suite, then he pushed her against the wall. "Did you enjoy using me as a weapon, little minx?"

"Weapon? You tricked me. It’s only fair for me to do the same, right?" Her hand that she was using to try and push him off was grabbed by him and placed above her head, along with the other.

She rested her back against the wall, admitting defeat. "Are you done?"

"I’m just getting started." He stroked her thigh cautiously, ready to stop if she expressed any discomfort. He pressed his knee between hers to force them apart.

"Damon..." She tried to press her thighs together and failed thanks to his hand that was crawling up between them. She gasped. "Your hand is under my skirt." She berated him.

"Right where it should be." He slid his fingers along her inner thigh, rendering her breathless with each stroke of his finger.

He was close to her core and she couldn’t find it in her to make him stop, even though she knew it was wrong.

He let go of her hands and untucked her top, pulling it off her while keeping his eyes glued on hers. He rubbed his fingers against her core through her wet panties and he couldn’t help grinning.

"So much for not wanting me to touch you." He pushed the gentle, soaking fabric aside and slid a finger into her.

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AN

My mind has been a jumbled mess lately. I’m sorry for the lack of updates. More Chapters coming tonight.