Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“I’ll be alright if you’re here to give me hugs. I can handle you,” Halston said smoothly.
Flossie was speechless.
“You might be able to stand me, but I can’t stand you,” she remarked, rolling her eyes. “I have to get out of here today!”
She wanted to use the light from her phone to try to figure out how to open the doorknob, but unfortunately, her phone ran out of battery and turned off.
The room became dark once again.
“Damn it!” Her patience had reached its limit, and she patted the ground around her, trying to feel her way towards the door. When she got to that cursed door, she would smash the doorknob!
Suddenly, her hand landed on something rather questionable.
“What… are you doing?” Halston hissed, not daring to move.
“Why doesn’t this feel like the doorknob?” Flossie mumbled in confusion, squeezing it a few times.
Finally, realization struck her, and the blood drained from her face. “Please don’t tell me that’s your…”
Flossie quickly let go after realizing what it was, and both of them blushed.
Tm… I apologize. That was not my intention. I just wanted to find the doorknob, but…” Flossie stammered, so embarrassed that she couldn’t form proper sentences.
No one would think it was an accident since there were so many places to grasp, yet she went there!
Halston feigned calmness and scoffed, “I’ve seen a lot of hooligans before, but this is the first time I’ve encountered someone as reckless as you.
You’ve really opened my eyes.”
“What?! It really was an accident! If I had those kinds of feelings for you, I would have initiated something while we were married!”
“Do you mean you never did anything to me throughout our marriage?” Halston queried.
“I…” She remembered the one time they did it while they were both drunk. She had gotten pregnant with Adie and Abby as a result, but it seemed he had no idea what had transpired. Since that was the case, she didn’t say anything about it.
“Never. I’m not interested in you,” she lied.
‘You’re not interested in me?” His tone suddenly turned angry, much to her surprise. He yanked her wrist, grabbed her waist, and pinned her against the door. “Are you sure you’re not interested in me?” He growled, his voice husky.
“Oh, certainly,” Flossie said boldly. “If I was interested in you, I would have done it long ago, and we would have had many children. I would not have allowed Jessanna-“
Before she could finish her sentence, his lips found hers.
His soft kiss took her breath away. Her mind went blank, and she forgot to protest. She felt herself softening into his kiss, like prey surrendering to a predator.
Halston smiled against her lips, pleased with her response. “On the contrary … you seem to be very interested in me.”
Flossie’s mind went blank as Halston’s lips claimed hers passionately.
She pushed everything to the back of her mind and grabbed Halston’s collar, snarling, “If you want to kiss me, do it properly.”
Pulling him down to her, she kissed him back with a hunger that surprised them both.
That wasn’t the first time they’d been this close – when they had gotten drunk back then, they had been even more reckless. Back then, they could blame it on the alcohol, but they were both sober now, so the aftermath was surely going to be messy.
As a result, they both instinctively came to a halt.
Flossie sat on the carpet, leaning against the door and breathing heavily. She tugged at her hair agitatedly as she tidied her clothes. “I must have been insane to do that! Don’t overthink it – it’s only normal in such a situation.”
Halston’s raspy voice revealed hints of suppressed longing. “I understand.” He coughed softly. “I feel the same way.”
He subconsciously moved closer to her, and they sat next to one other on the floor.
Flossie looked at him defensively. “What are you doing?”
“I told you I suffer from PTSD. Let me rest on your shoulder for a while.” Before she could protest, Halston leaned on her shoulder.
Flossie gritted her teeth, but she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.
Unknowingly, hours passed. The room remained dark and silent.
“Why hasn’t the problem been solved yet? Is this the extent of the Guajardo family’s capabilities?” Flossie burst out finally, having reached the end of her patience.
Halston seems to have dozed off, and drowsily opened his eyes. “You still haven’t figured it out, have you?” He mumbled quietly.” This is no accident – it was done on purpose. Just go to sleep. There’s no way you’re leaving this place unless…”
“Unless what?” She asked eagerly as though a glimmer of hope had suddenly appeared before her.
“Unless you achieve their objective.”
“What do you mean? I don’t get it.” Flossie stared at him quizzically.
“If I’m not mistaken, this is the work of my foolish mother. Her purpose is for you and me to reconcile. So…” He hesitated for a few seconds before replying flatly, “They won’t let us go if we don’t create a commotion.”
Halston’s theory was indeed correct.
Francine was frowning as she leaned against the door of the study room.
‘That’s so strange. Why are they so quiet? It’s dark, and they’re both alone, so they shouldn’t be able to resist the temptation. Is something wrong with one of them or is something wrong with my ears?’ She thought to herself, confused.
Francine asked Lisa, “Do you hear any noises coming from inside?”
“Madam, it’s quiet inside. I can’t hear a single thing!”
‘Well, I can’t let them out yet. I’ll just have to keep them in there until they confess their feelings for each other.” Francine was adamant that she would not open the door until Halston and Flossie reconciled.
Meanwhile, Flossie was on the verge of losing her mind in the room.
“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with your mother, Halston? What is she attempting?” Flossie lamented hopelessly, “When I initially married you, she saw me as a monster and wouldn’t let me get close to you at all because she was worried I’d take advantage of you. But now she’s locking us up like animals because she wants us to reconcile?”
“You’re right. My mother’s greatest dream right now is for us to have a grandchild for her to play with. We should be grateful she hasn’t drugged us.” Halston couldn’t help but grin and nudge her. “Even if you wait until tomorrow, as long as her aim is not met, she will try even more bizarre methods to get us together. So, I propose that we try something.”
“Try… what?” Flossie choked out, her cheeks flushed.
“We should make some noise so she’ll let us go sooner,” Halston suggested.
Flossie’s cheeks flushed even more as she stammered uncomfortably, ’ What? Is this some sort of joke? I… I’m not sure how to fake those noises!”
“I can teach you.”
Before Flossie could respond, Halston grabbed her and put her on his lap. His hand caressed her curves tenderly, and she let out a startled squeak
“Halston, you pervert! What do you think you’re doing?!” Flossie screeched, swinging her hand at him.
She tried to flee, but he tightened his grip on her and leaned in closer.” Yeah, just like that,” he purred, his hot breath fanning her neck. “Louder! Don’t stop.”