Second Chance (#1 Chance series)

Chapter 11

"Hey daddy!" "Hi Princess," I glow inwardly at the sound of my nickname from him, I've always been his princess.

 "What's up?" I'm so pleased to be speaking to him after a week. "Nothing much, just busy with a little work," I can't help but notice his voice sounds drained. He's been overworking himself again. "You're always busy with work and not just a little of it, a shitload of it." "Language," he chides softly, amusement coloring his tone. 

"Dad..I'm concerned about you. You need a break, you work too much." All he whispers is, "I know Princess, I know." His voice is so quiet and filled with sadness that I feel a tear run down my cheek.

 "I miss you daddy," I sniff wiping my face. "Hey, hey don't cry baby I promise I'll see you soon." My sniffing ceases immediately as I feel a spark of hope, "Really?" He laughs, "Yes really. I was thinking of coming up in a few weeks, when my schedule is less packed. It's been too long since I've last seen my girls." 

"That would be great Dad!" "How's your heart been lately kid?" I roll my eyes, of course we couldn't have one conversation without bringing up my heart. "Yes it's great Dad," I gasp in mock shock, "Would you look at, she's beating pretty well too." He lets out a dry laugh, "What would I do without you Olivia?"

 "You'd be completely lost without me," I joke. "So how are you loving your new ride? Top of the line, only the best for my princess" I can hear the pride in his voice as I chuckle. "She's beautiful dad! I never got to say thank you." 

"You're welcome, just don't get any speeding tickets." The loud chatter of the restaurant was beginning to file into the long corridor. "Hey, you busy, sounds kind of noisy wherever you are?" "Oh I'm just having lunch with a few friends."

 "That's great to hear baby." I smile at the smile in his voice. "Well I better let you go, I've got a few things to handle over here." I had no doubt he did, I can hear submissive voices addressing him as sir and Mr. Price, as he barks out orders, in his gruff authoritative voice. 

I grin, "K, bye. Love you!" "Love you too princess," and he hangs up. I sigh and turn my phone in my hands a few times, contemplating life. Now I just wanted to go home and snuggle with my sisters, while we binge watched Netflix. 

Just as I turn, I collide with a hard mass of male muscle and drop my phone. "Shit!" I mutter under my breath as I catch a glimpse of my cracked screen.

 I hated to admit that I was one of those technology obsessed teens, but I was, wasn't everyone these days. My iPhone was my life, I needed to get this fixed as soon as possible. 

When I finally look up, my emeralds lock onto baby blues and I feel an intense flood of deju vu. A slow smirk spreads across his luscious lips, lips that were just devouring mine less than twenty four hours ago. 

He clears his throat as he scans me head to toe, I also don't miss the fact that his eyes stray longer than necessary on my chest. I was now painfully aware of the low cut summery blouse I was wearing that exposed a tad bit of cleavage.

 I clear my throat in agitation, drawing his main attention back to my face. "You seem to be making that a habit now don't you?" I can feel his hot gaze on my lips, and I nervously run my tongue along my bottom lip as a familiar barrage of butterflies flood my tummy. I huff, "That was totally your fault this time, you saw me turn." 

He shrugs nonchalantly, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were avoiding me..." He looks at me sheepishly and I grin, something tells me Colton Emerson is not used to being ignored. "Why would I be avoiding you?" I play it off coy as I bat my eyelashes at him. 

He chuckles, the lovely husky sound washing over me like a bowl of honey. "Beats me." I roll my eyes, "What are you doing back here anyways?" "You were gone a while, just I wanted to see if you were doing okay." My breath hitches, he came back here just to check on me? "Well I'm good," my voice is noticeably softer. 

He nods as he continues staring at me. I don't know what compels me to take that one step that I know is about to change everything either for the good or the bad. But I take it nonetheless, maybe it's the vulnerability that I see flash across his eyes, the way he suddenly and uncharacteristically looks unsure of himself or even the tender way he regards me, regardless of it all I take the damn step. And it changes everything. We're toe to toe, chest to chest and head to heard. His lips come crashing down on mine like a tsunami. 

His hands are everywhere, suddenly pulling me closer, tugging the hair at the nape of my neck. I run my hands down his back as I stand on my tippy toes to gain better access. It's like 4th of July fireworks are going off between us, igniting my nerve endings, as he kisses me. Our teeth clashing and tongues dancing together fiercely. 

We break apart when we hear a familiar voice behind us. I'm practically gasping for air, when I finally turn and come face to face with Brooke. She's glaring at Colton as she clears her throat. "What the hell do you think you're doing!? She's not like the others!" Colton looks equally annoyed and as angry as Brooke does, "I never said she was." 

His words are spoke with quiet force gritted between his teeth. "Whatever. She's not another toy to be used and discarded, she deserves better." I'm so confused about whats going on that I'm momentarily frozen in place. "And what the fuck does that mean Brooke?" His voice is eerily quiet but ice cold. Brooke doesn't back down, not even taken aback by his rising temper, if anything she's getting just as worked up as him. 

"She doesn't need your bullshit Colt! So go back to fucking your whores and leave her alone! She's different and that's all you need to know!" He grinds his jaw as he shoots icy daggers at Brooke. I can feel a quiet storm brewing within him, I'm momentarily scared he's going to do something unspeakable until he shoves past Brooke and vanishes from the corridor. I turn back to Brooke, "What the hell was that?" I don't know if I should be angry. 

She sighs tiredly, "Colton is not the kind of guy you think he is, there's so much more to him, some really deep shit." I furrow my brows, "What do you mean?" She licks her lips nervously, "Look it's not my place to tell you. But what I will do is at least try to warn you. Even though he's one of my best friends, I won't neglect to say that he leaves broken hearts in his wake like they're nothing." 

 She steps closer to me and pats my arm as if to console me, "I've seen him destroy girls before and I know for a fact he won't hesitate to do it to you. All he cares about is sex, booze, football and occasionally us, but that's about it. 

He's not the guy for you." I don't know what impels me to say my next words but I do, "Like Ryder isn't the guy for you?" I mean no contempt behind them, I'm just curious. I think she sees my intention cause she smiles sadly, "Yeah," She whispers, "Just like that." I nod slowly, still processing her words and what just happened in general, "Thanks," my voice is quiet.

 "I'm not warning you just to warn you Livy. I'm warning you cause I care and even though I've only known you less that forty eight hours, you're becoming a good friend." And with those words she surprisingly pulls me into a hug, I smile and hug her back.

 Colton had said himself that he didn't do girlfriends and every single arrow so far had pointed in the direction of 'BAD' in big bold caps. Maybe I should stay away from him. I'd just gotten a new heart, the last thing I wanted to do was willingly break it. 

Cause that's all Colton Emerson was, a heart breaker. A devastatingly handsome charmer too, but a heart breaker nonetheless. Sooner or later I'd realize that getting my heart broken wasn't even a choice I had in the first place.