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24.43% The Ultimate Chance / Chapter 43: Chapter 43

Chương 43: Chapter 43

The following day, Avery took a bath and placed three pairs of jeans with different designs for Angel to select her outfit for the day. The boy ran his small hands over them and shook his head.

She chuckled. "You don't like any of them? What about this?" She went back to the closet and held up a black pair. His reaction was the same so in the end, she asked him to get into the closet and take out what he wanted her to wear.

He spent some time searching through the rows of clothing before he finally found his favorite cream colored dress and pointed at it. She was rendered speechless for a while.

"Baby, it is very beautiful. However, we are not going anywhere. We are just meeting your dad. I will be overdressed in such a formal outfit." She calmly rejected it, although she suspected that he already knew. He had never chosen the wrong outfit before. When she picked up a casual blouse to show him, he looked upset.

She was taken aback. Was there a specific reason why he wanted the dress? He went ahead and chose blue shoes and a diamond necklace, and placed a nude colored lipstick on her vanity before running to his room to choose his own clothes.

When she changed into the outfit, she looked like she was going on a date.

"Whatever. I'm the boss. I get to wear whatever the fuck I want on whatever ocassion." She shrugged. Or whatever her son wanted. So she curled her hair to match the dress and did her makeup, then she went to check on Angel. She smiled when she saw what he had chosen to wear. The nanny had already bathed him and was helping him into a pair of blue pants and a cream colored shirt.

"You look cute." She couldn't resist hugging him. The doorbell rang and she was confused. It was only 9am. Was Damon here hours earlier than the agreed time?

She put Angel down and went downstairs to open the door, coming face to face with Markus.

"I swear, I want to rip my eyeballs out for seeing you." She remarked.

The man looked like he didn't want to be here either. "Don't worry. Just because you are dressed like…this…" He ran her eyes all over her body, taking in her outfit as his frown deepened. "It doesn't mean I will hate you any less."

She crossed her arms. "Like I dressed up for a loser like you? Speak up or leave."

"You made my father lose his job just because of a misunderstanding we had. I have to say, I didn't expect you to stoop so low. And to think I respected you." He huffed.

She narrowed her eyes at this audacious man who made it sound like she had ever asked for his respect. "Your father was fired for using his position to embezzle company funds. It's not my fault he was so careless as to leave behind evidence of his crimes."

She didn't wait for him to answer before she had him kicked out. She rubbed her forehead. "It's getting tiresome to throw people out every few days."

"If you hire me as your bodyguard, that will be taken care of."

She jumped at the sudden voice and glared at Damon when she realized it was him. "How did you get here?"

"I walked." Came his infuriating response.

She ignored him and walked back into the house. "You are not supposed to be here until hours later."

"Something came up at the company that needs my attention. I have to be there this afternoon and I had promised to be here for Angel so I cleared up my morning to come." He explained.

She knew he was lying. What company matter could wait so many hours if it was an emergency? Besides, it was Sunday. She didn't have time to call him out as Angel came running downstairs excitedly.

"Papa!"

Damon crouched just as Angel jumped right into his arms. He then stood and held Angel high above his head, resulting in the boy giggling and squealing about being the tallest.

Avery brushed Damon's lie off. Never mind. As long as Angel was happy. The duo soon set up to paint at the coffee table, sitting on the fluffy carpet, but Damon's gaze was glued on Avery who was organising the bookshelf on the far end of the living room.

She was dressed nothing like anyone would for a day at home. Her A-line dress was off the shoulder and reached a few inches above her knees, and she was even wearing high heels. When she bent down to place a book on the bottom shelf, he got a spectacular view of a sliver of blue under her skirt.

She seemed to immediately remember what she was wearing as she crouched all the way down in panic, then she turned hoping she had not flashed anyone. He pretended to be focusing on Angel's painting but that didn't last a second before he looked up and met her gaze. She glared at him but her face was flushed in embarrassment.

He excused himself to use the restroom and when he left, he was amused to see her standing outside the door, her arms crossed.

"You are a pervert, do you know that?" She accused.

He smiled. "If you are here to find out whether I saw your blue panties, yes I did. Do you often match them with your shoes?"

Her face couldn't be any redder. "You came here to see your son. You have no business peeking under women's dresses."

"I wasn't trying to see what I saw, I swear." He popped his arms up in surrender, but that was a second before he grabbed her hands above her head and trapped her between the wall and himself.

"What are you really doing here, Avery? You wouldn't confront the man you think is inappropriately gazing at you, in a restroom and on your own." He leaned down to nibble on her ear. She hissed, and he could feel her heart racing as fast as his own.

He let go of her hands and wrapped an arm around her waist. He had to admit he had wanted to rip the dress off her body since he saw her, but he knew she had not dressed up for him. Angel always chose her outfits and he was too young to think of such a thing. But she looked too sexy. If his son knew what he was doing to him…

He realized she had not pushed him away, so he explored his limits. He grabbed her thigh and ran his hand up, hesitating when her body tensed up. But she grabbed onto his shoulder and parted her thighs slightly. He buried his face in her exposed neck and kissed the soft skin as his hand slowly traced her inner thigh, gently teasing her until she reached down and grabbed his hand. He thought she was stopping him but right before he pulled away, she pulled his hand higher. "Don't stop." She whimpered.


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Chương 44: Chapter 44

Pleasure coursed through her body, making her throb between her legs.

He ran his tongue down her neck as her fingers dug into his back. She moaned out his name when he rubbed his fingers against her core. She was soaking through her panties.

"Damon!" She cried out in pleasure, her fingers running through his hair and gripping it. He held her leg up and placed it on his waist, gaining better access to her core. Then he tugged the fabric of her panties aside and slid his finger into her. She threw her head back, her eyes shut and her lips parted. She was so beautiful that he wanted to stop and gaze at her, but when she ground her core against his hand, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and watched as pleasure took over her entire being. He knew that she was close, with her core throbbing against his hand, but then he stopped.

She opened her eyes in confusion, then her blood ran cold when she realized what she was doing. It wasn't that she didn't know who she was making out with, but her rationality had been clouded in the heat of the moment.

He saw the change of expression in her eyes and held her hand. "Don't. I know we are not in the best terms right now but don't blame your body for wanting someone."

"Don't flatter yourself." She rolled her eyes and pulled his hand out of his.

He chuckled. She would never admit it, would she?

"Cut yourself some slack, Vee." He blocked her path. "You don't always have to be perfect. Not that you aren't, but you should allow yourself to be human."

"Did you come here to lecture me about how I see myself?" She crossed her arms in disdain.

He knew when to stop. "Pf course not. I came to spend time with my son, which I should probably get back to doing. Lead the way."

She stared hard at him. She wanted to convince herself that he didn't mean to sound leud but the look in his eyes gave him away. How come she didn't ever see the wolf behind his innocent gaze.

Since he wanted to watch her backside as she walked out, she turned around and gave him the show he wanted, even wiggling it slightly. When she turned around and saw the obvious bulge in his pants, she chuckled and quickened her steps.

He was much faster and grabbed her before she could get away, and pinned her agaisnt the wall. She gasped at the sudden coolness against her chest but his hot hands traced her back soon after.

Her eyes widened when he pressed his body agaisnt her, his hardness right on her butt.

"You did this to me, and now you find it funny?" He nibbled on her ear.

The sound of rushed footsteps made them pull away from each other just in time for Angel to come running to them.

"Mommy, papa!" He waved a sheet of paper at them.

"Baby, what did you draw?" She crouched to inspect his drawing, this time being careful not to flash the man behind her. She felt him looming over her to check the drawing, and he chuckled when he saw it.

"Did you draw us, Angel?" He recognized the man in the drawing as himself, and the woman as Avery, and he was standing between them. He had even clumsily colored their clothes using his crayons.

"It's so beautiful." She praised him and patted his head.

He then looked up for his father's approval.

Damon's heart melted. "That's my boy."

He cheered happily and held the drawing up to his father, who accepted it, intending to have it put in a frame.

"Don't worry. I will give you one." He teased Avery, who he knew was jealous of him for getting Angel's drawing.

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The trio had played for the rest of the morning, and Avery had ended up staining her dress so she had to change—which was a relief to him. Not that he didn't think she was beautiful in the dress, but she was so sexy that he nearly couldn't stop himself from grabbing and kissing her. While he didn't think she was too much against him doing that, Avery was less predictable than the weather in Olphire. She might be alright with it one moment and breathe fire down his neck the next.

Alas, his relief was short-lived as she came back wearing a pair of shorts and a black T-shirt with her hair in a high ponytail. It reminded him of the 23-year-old Avery, fragile and innocent in every way that counted, who couldn't wait for him to "tarnish" her as she liked to put it.

She didn't spare him a glance as she walked past him to Angel and picked him up.

"Baby, would you like to cook with mommy? We can play a game." She coaxed.

He nodded excitedly and looked over at Damon, who smiled.

Would she die if she asked him to go to the kitchen with her? It might not have sounded like it but she had only asked Angel first so he would ask him.

"Since you want me in the kitchen so badly, I will reluctantly make time for you." He breathed exaggeratively and led the way. "Being this famous is difficult."

She shook her head and looked down at her son. "Don't emulate your father, Angel. He has a mango seed for a brain."

"Yet, you let the mango-seed-brain-man's fingers inside you." He looked at her over his shoulder. "What does that say about you?"

She reflexively covered Angel's ears. What a shameless man. However, that couldn't change the fact that her insides twitched at the thought of how he touched her earlier.

They draped on aprons of the same design, which she had gotten custom made for them. Hers and Angel's had angel wings drawn on them while Damon's had a demon tail. She couldn't help chuckling at how adorable they looked so she pulled out a demon tiara.

"No." Damon immediately protested.

"You don't have a choice." She placed it on his head and a similar one on Angel.

"Why do I have to wear this?" He complained.

"Because I said you have to." She ignored his protest, glared at him when he looked like he wanted to take it off and secretly took a picture of him. His expression was priceless.

When they finally started cooking, Angel was more jovial as he washed the vegetables to be the first to finish. Damon chopped them much faster than the last time but ultimately, Avery would be the last to finish since cooking took much longer.

"I'll help you." He offered.

"No thanks. I love my kitchen." She pushed him away. The last thing she wanted was for him to make the appliances explode in the name of cooking. How was he even still alive?

She kicked them out of the kitchen and finished up on her own, then only let them help her set the table.

He smiled in amusement. "You still remember what I love, don't you?" He looked at the mouth-watering coq-au-vin in anticipation. "Do you still love me?"


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