The Ultimate Chance-Chapter 120

"Hey beautiful, would you and the adorable boy want a ride?" Damon spoke from before her, and she looked up to finally realize he had arrived before them while she was still spaced out.

She forced herself to stop thinking about the creepy person she had not seen and held Angel’s hand as she helped him into the backseat of the car. After fastening his seatbelt, she closed the door and sat in the shotgun.

"Where would you like to go?" He asked as though he was actually picking her up while hitting on her.

"Where do you take women when you pick them up the way you just did?" She jested.

"If their name is Avery Vaillant, I take them home. If not, I take them nowhere—since I won’t notice them."

He was being cheesy again, she had to give it to him for having an endless supply of cheesy statements that somehow managed to send butterflies fluttering in her stomach despite how inifective she thought they should be.

"You can drop my son off at home. His uncle will take care of him." She instructed him with a hidden meaning.

"If his uncle will take care of him, does this mean his mommy has plans for the rest of the night that don’t involve him?"

"I’ll go wherever you go, mister." She looked into his eyes, letting him know what she meant without saying a word of it.

He swallowed and forced his eyes back on the road. He had been the one to make fun of her earlier but now, she had turned the tables around and was using his moves on him, giving him a taste of his own medicine and enjoying the effect she was causing.

"I want to go home with you, if I have a choice. We can spend the night under the starry night." She suggested.

"Doing what we did six years ago on such a night? Count me in." That was his cue to speed off to her villa. He had to thank heavens that it was only a few minutes away or he would not be able to take it. She got out of the car and helped Angel down after giving him a wink and asking him to wait for her.

Gabriel was already in the living room when she arrived, waiting with toys in hand.

"Hey, Angel! I brought the rubik’s cube you asked to see me solve." He held up the cube that must have at least a hundred pieces, making Avery’s head nearly spin.

"Why would you want my son to watch that? Are you a sadist?" She asked, then remembered he had spoken of Angel wanting to watch it. The boy’s excitement was what proved he knew what he was getting himself into and didn’t think it was in the slightest bit boring.

"Since you have something to do, I’ll be on my way." She reminded Gabriel where to find several things he might need, and when the latter reminded her about the presence of a housekeeper and nannies, she realized she was worried for no reason.

She bid them goodbye and returned to the garage where Damon was still waiting. As soon as she entered the car, he pulled her closer for a kiss.

"We are in the garage where anyone could walk by." She cautioned him. Unlike his house where no servant stayed for a minute after his arrival, she had staff around the whole day.

"I’ll take that as a reminder to get home first." He once again floored the accelerator.

.....

Arriving at his villa, the last thing she expected was for him to make a beeline for the kitchen.

"Didn’t we just have dinner?" She was confused.

"Angel and I did. You didn’t. What you ate doesn’t count." He argued and made her sit at the kitchen island so he would warm her some food.

"Spicy wings?" He asked for her approval of the food he had chosen and when she nodded, he warmed them in the microwave and brought them to her.

"I don’t feel particularly hungry but whatever puts you at peace." She dug in and gave him a wing too.

"Have you always done things to please Angel when they don’t interest you?" He asked but almost immediately realized he didn’t need her answer. He had done the same innumerable times during the short time he had known Angel. He couldn’t imagine the number of things she did just because Angel liked doing them with her.

"I can hardly call them what you are a breath away from calling them." She stopped him from saying the word ’sacrifice’. "Does it make any sense that I enjoy doing things I don’t usually like as long as I’m doing them for him or with him?" She chuckled and gave an example she knew was odd. "I hated baking before I had him. But he loves cookies and cakes so much. He would be so overjoyed whenever I gave him some that baking became worth everything."

"That makes so much sense." He had always wondered since when she loved the kitchen, considering what a mess she used to be. She had once vowed that a kitchen was the most useless place in her house and a family of cats could easily move in without her knowledge and she wouldn’t even notice they were there.

"I guess that’s what love is all about—the other person influencing our preferences so much that we can barely recognize ourselves. Yet one wonders why heartbreaks hurt so much." He realized how deeply he had dived into the topic and tapped her shoulder. "Hey, teach me how to bake cupcakes. It’s Chloe’s birthday soon and she will kill for a bite of nice cupcakes."

"Okay." The sudden change of topic was welcome as a distraction from what the previous one had started spiraling to.

She finished her wings and checked his shelves for ingredients, which left her in awe.

"You have everything one would need to bake, but you don’t know how to bake? Why do you even have an oven?" She subtly jabbed him.

"Uhm, because it was part of the villa when I moved in?" He responded like a true naive soul. She checked the oven for a cupcake tray in case he didn’t have one and when she saw the state of the oven, she wanted to scold him.

"This is an insult to the kitchen! Have you ever used any of these things?" She lamented at the brand-new trays and grills.

"Never had the reason. Are you going to teach me or not?" He reminded her what they were about to do with a slight laugh.

"I don’t like having two ingredients on the counter at the same time but since you are a beginner, gather the following items and set them in this exact order." She showed him the list she had been making on her phone, making him groan.

"Do I have to?"

"Am I teaching you to bake or not?" She glared at him and reached for the flour and sugar reluctantly.

"Don’t you have any idea? ’Teach me to bake’ is code for ’bake a cake so I get to see your backside when you put everything in the oven’." He joked.

Her jaw dropped. When she finally found her voice, she cleared her throat. "I’ll pretend I heard nothing. Now, get the rest of the ingredients."

Chloe had said before that she was the gentlest teacher but he was beginning to doubt that now. What happened to doing everything while explaining it so he would remember? She barely touched a thing, instructing him from the side. She didn’t help him even when he mixed up the procedure and sent the mixer squirting flour all over him.

She giggled under her breath as he frantically tried to make it stop before finally remembering to turn it off. He started anew and when he finally managed to make the dough she approved of, she nodded.

"It’s that easy."

"Easy? I nearly lost my life!" He complained.

"Stop whining. You’re not done yet."

He once again complained about not being treated like her boyfriend, all while following her instructions to keep the dough in the refrigerator. Apparently, she preferred to leave it refrigerated overnight for what she thought were better results.

"Did I do well?" He asked, finally taking off the flour-soaked apron. She had somehow managed to escape the disaster without an ounce of flour on her finger.

"If this is your definition of well..." She was pointing a his apron when he dumped it on her head and rubbed her hair through it.

"What the hell?" She was caught offguard. Her hair tie was off faster than she could escape and when he let go of her, laughing his lungs out, she knew she looked as disastrous as he did.

"I’ll make you pay!" She vowed.

"Will you? Not when I can hold both of your tiny hands in mine and make you unable to move." He challenged her.

"What do you think I am? A damsel in distress?" She fired back, and it wasn’t even three seconds later that she relented when her back pressed against the kitchen door. The man had both of her wrists in an unbreakable grip above her head. "This is not what I thought you would do."

When she felt his finger tracing down her neck, she tried to pull her hands apart but they wouldn’t budge. "Are you seriously holding me down with one hand?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He laughed at her disbelief and vain struggles to free herself. "We can resume baking tomorrow." He traced his hand down her boobs. "Let’s take a shower first, yeah?"