Only You (Second Chances Series Book 1)

Well ain't that a bitch...

That no-good, lying son of a bitch. Helping his grandmother my ass!

I was enjoying a quiet evening at home, reading my latest book and sipping on a much-needed glass of wine when my phone chimed. It's my good friend Kate in our group chat. The chat consists of me, Millie, Emma, and Kate. They're my chosen family and I'd be lost without them.

Everybody get dressed, I feel like dancing!

After a quick shower and some makeup, here we are two hours later. The music is loud and the drinks are delicious. The four of us are laughing and having a good time when all of a sudden Millie, my friend since high school, stops and grabs my arm. "Lily, Steven's here."

A smile spreads across my face as I turn to find him in the crowd. I think to myself, he must have finished helping his grandma earlier than planned and now he's here to surprise me. However, when I spot him, he isn't alone. He has some leggy, blonde woman hanging all over him. He smiles as he pulls her closer to say something in her ear and my stomach drops. It takes a moment for my mind to fully process what it is I'm looking at. Steven told me he was spending the weekend in Indiana helping his grandmother pack up her things since she's moving to Cincinnati in a couple of weeks to be closer to family. So imagine my surprise when I see him go in for a kiss with the blonde. A kiss that looks way hotter than any kiss he has ever given me in the past two years!

Before I know it my feet are on the move. I vaguely register hearing one of the girls, Emma I think,  say, "Oh, shit." But I just keep moving. Before I know it I'm standing in front of Steven.

"What the fuck?"

For some bizarre reason, these are the only words I can piece together in my current state of shock. Steven turns to me and just stares wide-eyed for a minute. He's smart enough to release the blonde, whose ass he just hand a handful of, but he still has no words. I feel the girls walk up behind me and one of them puts her hand on my arm to try and calm me, but it doesn't work. I feel the rage and the hurt building inside me.

Steven finally speaks. "Lily, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Well, no shit, asshole."

"So this is Lily? I would have thought she would be prettier." This is from the blonde standing next to Steven.  I take a step towards her as I bare my teeth and give her the deadliest look I can manage. I'm sure I look feral and that's probably why Steven steps in between us.

"Look, Lily, I'm sorry you had to find out this way but things just aren't working out between us. I know you have a lot going on and I've tried being supportive but I need to do what makes me happy and Brittany makes me happy."

I see red.

"Two years, Steven! We've been together two fucking years and this is how you choose to end it?" I'm yelling loud now and it's causing a crowd to form around us. "You couldn't give me the courtesy of telling me before I find you with some bitch in a damn bar!" I move forward like I'm going to kill him because honestly, that's what I want to do at this very moment. However, before I can reach him, I feel someone grab me around my waist. All of a sudden I'm being lifted off my feet and carried away. My back's pressed against something solid and I'm kicking and screaming. "I swear to god Steven I will rip your goddamn balls off, you piece of shit!"

I'm kicking and beating my fists against whoever it is that has me restrained but it doesn't seem to even phase them. Eventually, I'm carried through the crowd and outside onto the sidewalk. We eventually come to a stop but he, I assume it's a he, still doesn't put me down so Inyell at him. "Get your hands off me!"

In my ear, I hear, "Do you promise not to rip anyone's balls off if I do?" After a minute I shake my head, yes, and then I'm lowered to the ground. I just stand there for a moment as I try to get my bearings. My heart is beating so fast, I feel like it's about to leap out of my chest.

I know that voice.

I turn slowly and it takes a minute for my eyes to find his face. At six-one, he's almost a foot taller than me. His hair is dark and has that sexy just rolled-out-of-bed look that so many men try to replicate but I know it comes naturally for him. His face is covered with a dark five-o'clock shadow. He's filled out some. He was always lean growing up but now he has just the right amount of muscle in all the right places. But it's his gorgeous blue eyes that instantly take me back to the countless nights spent in his arms.

The man standing in front of me is the love of my life, Oliver Scott. And the last time I saw him was seven years ago when I ripped his heart out.

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy the journey of Lily and Oliver. There will be a whole lot of tears and laughter along the way. Let me know what you think.