The Ultimate Chance-Chapter 155

Alex sought her out faster than she ever would expect. It was only early the next morning when she woke up to a call from him and she was puzzled. Just how fast was he convinced?

Not that it was a bad thing, so she didn’t ask.

"Let’s do it." He declared as soon as the call connected.

"Okay." She agreed without causing a scene about it. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

However, she had spent the night at Damon’s house and he wasn’t happy to be woken up by the voice of another man on his girlfriend’s phone.

"Why does he have to call so early?" He groaned next to her ear, tightening his arm around her possessively.

"He probably had a fight with Shirley." She guessed. That was the only thing that would explain it. Either that, or he was supporting his girlfriend and this was a trap for her and Damon.

She turned to her side to ask him. "Di you think there’s a chance that he isn’t really on our side? That he’s helping Shirley trap us?"

He wasn’t entirely listening to her. His hand had snaked into her pajama top and was currently finding her boob. He squeezed gently. "Why would he do that?"

"Because Shirley is his girlfriend?" She hissed, distracted by him feeling her up. "Damon, we are not going to get anything done if you keep feeling me up."

"Then everything can wait." He flipped her over and hovered over her, taking her lips in his as he found her pebbling nipple and pinched slightly. Her protest came out as a moan instead. He had just woken up with his morning wood already hard and craving for her. Hearing her soft moan, he was as hard as a rock. She felt it against her skin and it made her insides melt into a mush.

By the time he slid his hand into her panties, she was soaking wet. He slid a finger through her folds and let out a low groan of satisfaction when he felt how badly she wanted him.

"But if you prefer to talk about Shirley and her complicated way of manipulating people, this can wait." He suggested as he retracted his hand from her pajama pants.

"Shut up and fuck me." She grabbed his hand and placed it right where she wanted it. He rubbed her clit with just enough pressure to bring her over the edge, but not tipping her over. The man was trying to torture her!

When she nearly couldn’t take his teasing anymore, he finally slid the pajama pants off her along with her panties. She grabbed the waistband of his boxer shorts—the only piece of clothing he had gone to bed with—and yanked. His cock finally sprung out.

She stroked it, feeling its warmth and wanting to have a taste of him, but first, she needed him. So she arched her back and pulled him down on her, positioning it at her entrance and he thrust in.

It was like nothing else she could ever wake up to. This was pure bliss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts in a rhythm that matched his, feeling her climax closer and closer.

"You want to come? Do so before I do, or I’ll make you wait." He challenged in her ear.

That was enough to tip her over the edge. Her insides clenched tightly around him as her climax came down on her, drawing out every ounce of strength in her. It had the opposite effect on him, He held one of her legs over his shoulder, increasing his pace even more, using her body to chase his own pleasure.

...

"What a way to wake up. I wouldn’t ask for any other way." She remarked when they finally got into the shower.

He was watching her as she soaped her body. To be fair, the worst mistake he had ever made was get into the shower with her. He’d had the most pleasure waking her up just a few moments ago but now, with her naked body in full view, he wanted to have her again.

She caught sight of him staring and chuckled. "So insatiable."

"Don’t make it sound like you don’t want my cock inside you again." His brows rose. This time, she didn’t hesitate to do what she had wanted to do since she woke up. It had become their new norm to wake each other up with their tongue on them. She had missed her chance earlier since Damon woke up to the same phone call that awoke her, so now she was going to do it right here in the bathroom.

So, with the soap abandoned and warm water spraying down their bodies, she slid onto her knees in front of him.

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"You’re a bad influence." She grumbled when she saw the time. What was supposed to be a quick shower had turned into an entire hour of making love and finally, he had kicked him out of the shower so she would get washed without getting fucked. Even then, it was already 9am by the time she got dressed.

He had just left the shower himself, with a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else on.

He grinned in mischief. "Maybe I could try keeping my hands to myself." He promised with no intention of keeping that promise. They both knew the next time he saw her, his hand would be under her clothes before he could say hi.

"What was that you were saying about Alex?" He finally asked.

"Right." It had nearly slipped her mind.

"I’m going to meet him. But what if Shirley somehow managed to convince him to take her side and this is all a trap?"

"I don’t think anyone is that stupid. Not if they have a daughter to protect." He was answering her, but he couldn’t help focusing on the scarf she had slipped around her neck. It was one she had forgotten here the last time she slept over, she must have put it on because he was unable to control himself and as a result she had a mark on her neck.

It made him want to take the scarf off, and the thought of it hardened his manhood under the towel. He ran a hand through his hair, relieved that she didn’t catch his gaze. She was right. He was insatiable.

He had thought that the more a couple had each other, the more sated they would be, but it was different for him. The more he had her, the more he wanted. He knew she felt the same way, but they had to get to Alex as soon as possible.

She didn’t know he was coming along until they had dressed up fully and he asked, "your car or mine?"

"You are going to work." She protested in confusion. "I can drive."

"Yes you can. But I’ll go to work later. I’m coming with you to meet Alex."

She frowned at him. "You don’t have to. We are meeting at a public restaurant and..." he had already opened the passenger door for her in his car and was motioning for her to get in. "Okay." She conceded.

...

Alex had suggested they meet at the same coffee shop, and he was already there by the time the two of them arrived.

He looked furious, with huge dark circles under his eyes, and holding Gemma in his arms as they entered the cafe.

"That does look like a man who fought with his girlfriend." She remarked under her breath.

Damon studied the other man and frowned slightly. "He did look the part, but they had to make sure he was not acting it out.

Alex finally found them and sat opposite them. When Gemma saw her friends and toddled over to them excitedly to say hi, he looked like he had lost something.

Damon saw his expression and asked, "we are not going to discuss with her here, are we?"

He shook his head. "Her sitter is taking her away. I knew the three of you would want to say hi to each other."

Just like he said, soon after Gemma said hi to them and told them a random story about how she broke her doll, she was picked up by a woman and it was just the three of them now.

"Shirley was a fraud all along." He hissed bitterly. "I won’t get into that but she found my daughter as an opportunity she could use for revenge. She didn’t think about how this arrangement would affect Gemma. The worst part? She wasn’t even apologetic when I confronted her."

"Let me guess, she somehow made it your fault." Damon sneered.

"How did you know?" Alex scoffed. Of course, he now understood why Damon and Shirley had broken up—if Shirley’s story of how they dated was even true to begin with. He was beginning to doubt every word that ever came out of her mouth.

So, without waiting for them to interrogate him, he said, "I have what I believe is enough evidence of her fraudulent trysts. Will this be enough?" He slid a USB thumb drive across the table.

Avery picked it up cautiously. "Do you want to be involved?"

"If it’s not required by the court, I would like to stay out of it. But I don’t think the court will need me with this amount of evidence."

Damon frowned slightly. If they were to wait for long court sessions, Shirley might have enough time to find a way out. So they couldn’t wait. She had to be sentenced immediately. And if none of the things she did was enough to warrant that, she would have to do something more ghastly.