A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

The womans name was Anika Cohen. She was a fresh face in Duefrons TV scene. Beautys her game, but in this industry, looks alone wouldnt cut it. One had to have the right connections.

And in Anikas mind, Leonel could be her golden ticket.

Late into the night, a married man, half sloshed, dozed off solo in the club-a clear sign of marital woes. Anika gently introduced herself, Hey, Im from Chanel B. We crossed paths during that interview last time, remember? Had lunch together? Even if he wasnt blitzed, Leonel couldnt recall.

Slumping back on the sofa, he slurred, Hey, sort me a ride home, will you? Knowing this was her shot, Anika assisted him downstairs and into her car, his eyes shut tight in a drunken daze.

She stole a glance at him.

In her mind, even if she didnt aim to ride his coattails to fame, she wouldnt mind a fling. He was young, hot, and loaded-a catch for many .

his mumbled address,

had other plans than driving him

cozy apartment they went. Compact but

settled on her couch, something felt off. His

was a svelte

black locks and a petite face, Anikas white shirt

ear, she purred,

state between sleep and wakefulness, his eyes glazed

his name like that? Anikas crimson lips, scorching against his