The Trouble With Us: A Second Chance Love Triangle (The Forbidden Love 2)

I knock on the door while fixing my cuffs. When the door opens, I raise my eyes to a radiantly beautiful woman who is all mine. My lip’s part to release an appreciative sigh. I fucking missed her, and it’s only been ten hours since I saw her last.

The long-beaded gown she wore is all black, making her emerald eyes stand out.

“You’re late,” she gripes, unimpressed.

I pull her toward me, inhaling her perfume as I place my lips on her neck. “And you are beautiful.”

She lifts her hands to straighten my bow tie. “You scrub up well. I mean, you look just as good naked as you do in a tuxedo.”

“Are you trying to say you want to see me naked right now?”

“Um, can we cue the dirty talk?” Ava yells from the sofa. “My Uber Eats is just about to arrive, although he looks lost. Jesus Christ, Tim, next building over! Anyway, I want to be able to eat dinner without thinking about the both of you naked.”

“You need to get laid,” Amelia shouts back to Ava. “There’s a guy in my class who is single. Really cute and is just your type.”

“Is he your type?” I ask with slight annoyance.

Amelia purses her lips while eyeing me. “My type is jealous billionaires who turn up late for a night out in which they suggested.”

“I’m sorry. I had to work.”

“Of course. Story of my life,” she mumbles beneath her breath.

“Have fun, lovebirds and Millie, send me his Insta handle so I can check this hot nerd out.”

“I never said he was a nerd,” Amelia drags.

“Don’t burst the bubble,” Ava complains openly. “The nerds are the wildest in the bedroom.”

Amelia pulls me out of the apartment and closes the door behind us, eager to leave.

“So, what, you’re friends with this guy online?” I question.

“Yeah, I’m friends with a lot of students online.”

I remain quiet, keeping my opinion to myself, and try my best to cue the jealousy growing inside me. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Amelia has a whole other life on campus, with men her own age. This whole age gap issue comes roaring back to life, bringing back my insecurities.

Inside the car, I distract myself by burying my lips in her neck, careful not to ruin her lipstick. My hands wander up the slit of her dress into her panties as she moans while my fingers brush against her clit.

Our heated exchange is interrupted by the incessant ringing of my phone. Out of breath, I quickly check who it is.

“Do you have to answer that?”

“It’s Harry. He is my top executive

.”

She releases a sigh before shuffling out of my grip, turning her face toward the window.

“Harry,” I greet, clearing my throat.

“I’ve got Lau’s team on the line.”

“Now?” I ask, annoyed. “What’s the verdict?”

“Are you seated?” Harry begins, then stalls. “Lau’s final counteroffer if seventy percent share Rockford and thirty Lexed.”

My teeth grind on their own accord while I shut my eyes to try to calm down. “Why won’t this fucker give up?”