The Ultimate Chance-Chapter 82

"Women are incomprehensible." Damon told his son as they watched Chloé and Avery laugh at something in the kitchen as though they had been friends all their lives.

The duo had started off as enemies who couldn’t wait to claw at each other. To be exact, Avery couldn’t wait to claw at Chloé while the latter secretly cast seductive glances at her and even grabbed her boobs when she had the chance.

However, they had gotten to know each other and after the food order went wrong, they were both cooking in the kitchen and laughing about it. It had only taken a few hours for them to morph from an enemy and her admirer to friends.

Unaware of the duo musing at how fast they had become friends, Chloe and Avery continued cooking as though the guys didn’t exist.

"I can’t believe they didn’t get anything right." Avery shook her head again, thinking about the restaurant that had messed up their order. "It would make sense if they gave us someone else’s order but nope, that’s not even the case."

"Yet they expected us to pay again if we wanted something else. Are they out of their fucking minds?" Chloe added, laughing her heart out at how ridiculous it was. "They should count their stars that we didn’t give a zero star rating. Their stars, and the fact that zero stars do not exist."

Avery chuckled as she checked on the chicken she was frying.

"How do you do it?" Chloe asked, looking at her like she was a goddess of sorts.

"Do what?" Avery didn’t understand.

"Cook. Duh. I’ve never seen anyone do it as skillfully as you. Besides, it’s as if you love what you’re doing."

Avery smiled at her. "That’s probably because I love cooking. Not cooking per se, but Angel’s reaction to the food I cook. If it’s delicious, he will clear his plate and probably use his adorable eyes to ask for more."

They both laughed at the image of the little boy trying to please his mother so she would give him more food.

"My girlfriend hated the kitchen. My ex-girlfriend, actually." Chloe said out of the blue, then immediately apologized. "I’m sorry. We were together for so long that I can’t speak of anything and not think of her."

"Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me anything." Avery encouraged her. "Why did she hate the kitchen so much?"

"She once burned her hair. She panicked when her hair caught fire and so did I. Luckily, I thought to extinguish it and she didn’t get hurt. However, she loved her hair so much that she vowed never to set foot into any kitchen henceforth."

It was a painful memory, Avery observed, but it would probably do Chloe good to make light of the situation. "What a bummer. The kitchen is one of the best spots."

"Tell me about it." Chloe burst into laughter at her naughty remark.

The chicken was ready soon and Avery took it out, making Chloe almost drool.

"Hey, let’s enjoy a nice meal and have fun! We can raid Damon’s cellar for vodka and drink till we drop. Screw our exes, right?" She suggested.

Avery didn’t need to think about it. "Sure!" Though I think I’ll literally screw mine, she added inwardly and glanced over at Damon and Angel. They couldn’t quietly take the aroma anymore so they had come to have a taste of the food.

Damon had hoped they would be able to have a meal together but at the dinner table, the women only seemed to have eyes for each other, sharing inside jokes the two of them couldn’t understand. They all watched a movie together after dinner but that was it. Avery gave Damon Angel’s new book of bedtime stories and let Chloe drag her into the cellar to steal his vodka.

"Hey, Angel. Your mommy is being stolen away." He whispered to the unfazed boy. If Chloe could Charm Avery away within just a few hours of them knowing each other, what would happen if they stayed together for a while?

He thought Angel would feel the urgency and grab his mother away from Chloe. However, the little traitor looked on and said nothing about it, as if he didn’t see the woman as any sort of competition.

"Chloe one, Damon nil." He sighed in exasperation, and when he remembered how eagerly Angel had hugged Chloe earlier, he gave up. "Two-nil."

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Having ditched Damon mercilessly, the women were having the time of their lives drinking his best vodka. They felt lightheaded after only a few shots.

"How did you meet Damon?" Chloe asked out of curiosity.

"We were in the same school." She refrained from telling her the ugly truth about their relationship.

"What a coincidence." Chloe grinned, and Avery knew she was referring to her ex-girlfriend. But if she loved her so much, why did they break up?

Luckily, it made sense before she asked the question that would have brought up a sore topic. They must have broken up because of something her girlfriend did.

They silently drunk to that too, and spent the next several minutes talking about her.

"How exactly did you meet Damon?" Avery finally asked the question that had been on her mind all night.

"We didn’t. He is her stepbrother." Chloe spat out in anger. "The backstabbing snake hurt both of us. Our friendship is built out of our hate for her."

Avery was puzzled for a moment. She was not talking about Mabella, right? It couldn’t be, since Damon loved Mabella, but she had to be certain. "She’s not Mabella by any chance, is she?"

"Heavens, no. Mabella is such a sweetheart. But we both know Damon has more siblings than the hairs on his head, right?"

They laughed at that, wondering how his father managed to have so many illegitimate kids. It made one wonder if he had made it his mission to fill the earth.

"The only good thing that came out of his debauchery is Damon and Mabella." Chloe downed another shot despite already feeling tipsy. She smashed the shot glass onto the counter, her face falling next to it moments later.

Avery tapped her shoulder to check on her. "Are you alright? We should get some rest."

"But I want to drink till we drop..." she slurred.

"You have already dropped." Laughed Avery. She stood to help her up, only for her legs to wobble. "I guess I’ve dropped too. Damon!"

"We said no exes." Chloe berated her.

"I don’t know. Would you rather die than let your ex help you?" She asked the drunk woman.

"I would never ask a bitch for help." Chloe hissed.

"It’s a good thing my ex isn’t a bitch then. Let’s treat him as your friend instead of my ex, then. Shall we?" She was surprised by her ability to come up with a solution despite feeling like she was floating on a cloud. When Chloe agreed to her idea, she clumsily took out her phone to call him.

"Hey, what’s Damon’s contact number?" She wondered aloud.

"You don’t know? Don’t lie to me. How can you fuck a man enough times to have his son and not know his contact number?" Chloe wagged a finger at her.

She froze on the spot. "I do know if I dial 911, he will come." She said. Something felt odd about what she was doing but she did it anyway, and it wasn’t long before an operator came on the line.

"911, what’s your emergency?"

The voice confused her. "That’s not him." She face-palmed. "I’m so sorry, mister. Could you put Demon D’Aboville on the line?"

"Are you drunk?" He asked.

She couldn’t understand why he was asking but she shook her head. "I can still walk around and make a phone call."

A long pause followed before the man grumbled about his work being the most difficult and sighed before speaking to her. "I suggest you check your contact list for that."

She put the call on speaker and slotted in the name, trying hard to see clearly although her eyes stung. When she found it, she was elated. "Thank you, kind sir."

Chloe was laughing her heart out and Avery couldn’t understand what was so funny, so she went ahead to end the call and dial Damon’s number.

"Did you just call me a demon?" Was his first question when he arrived.

She jumped onto him for a hug. "Damon...Demon...it’s all the same thing. Don’t be so fussy about it." She purred.

He spanked her backside. "I’ll forgive you because you’re so cute. Let’s get you to bed."

"No." She shook her finger in his face. "Before you take me home, to bed or whatever, you have to make sure my friend is safe. Can you be a doll and see her off? Don’t come here until she is safely in her room where no baddies can get her."

He wanted to laugh. If ’baddies’ were to get Chloe, it would be their bad day. Even so, he couldn’t say no to her so like the nice gentleman she was expecting him to be, he walked both of them to Chloe’s room, supporting Chloe by her arm, and made sure the latter was in her bed before turning to Avery.

"There. Safe and in one piece. No baddies. Can you go to sleep now?"

She put her arms up in response. He carried her towards the guest room but as soon as she saw the door, she shook her head defiantly. "Your room."

He took a deep breath. "I’m trying to restrain myself here, okay? You’re drunk."

"Who asked for your restraint?"