A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Olivia averted her eyes, meeting his gaze head-on.

Dylan looked at her for a moment, and then drew her closer to kiss her.

In the confined space of the car, the muffled sound of their kiss was particularly distinct.

After a prolonged moment, the kiss came to an end.

Dylan tenderly brushed her lips, repeating his question, “Any you seeing anyone lately?”

Olivia obstinately retorted, “No one’s caught my interest.

”

As she spoke, her breath was uneven, and her Lips quivered slightly.

Dylan leaned in, almost reclining on her, and embraced her for a long while before whispering in her ear, “Am I not right for you? Weren’t we perfectly compatible that night?”

Olivia pushed him back gently.

“Stop saying that!”

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Dylan straightened up, releasing her, and with a soft tone, he started the engine, suggesting, “Let’s head to the apartment.

I’ll whip up something for you.

”

Without protest, Olivia shut her eyes and drifted into a car nap.

When she woke up, she discovered herself sprawled on the expansive bed in the dimly lit apartment.

The room was enveloped in darkness, mirroring the haze that clouded her relationship with Dylan.

Sitting up, she reached for the bedside lamp and flicked it on, illuminating the room.

It was then that she realized she was wearing Dylan’s shirt.

After looking at it for a while, she lazily ran her fingers through her long hair, savoring the sensation.

Standing at the doorway, Dylan observed her silently, taking in her slender form clad in his shirt.

Olivia glanced up and met his deep gaze.

Rather than entering the room, he remained by the door and asked softly, “Why did you agree to come back with me?”

Olivia remained silent for a moment.

He repeated, a hint of sternness coloring his tone, “Are you here to sleep with me or savor my cooking?”

Olivia met his eyes squarely, countering, “What response are you hoping for?”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Stepping inside, he leaned in for a kiss, his voice husky, “I want to hear you say you want to be with me.

”

He pressed his lips against her soft skin.

Starting from her pointed chin, Dylan trailed kisses along her cheeks, up to her straight nose before finally pressing his lips to hers.

Meanwhile, his hands slipped under the shirt she wore.

Olivia didn’t resist his advances, instead, she held onto his neck as he gently removed her underwear.

Her voice, soft and tinged with rare tenderness, posed a question to him, “And what about you, Dylan? Do you want to be with me? Are you really ready?”

She gestured to his heart, questioning, “Is there space for me here?”