A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

With a smirk, Raphael’s hand slid beneath Elissa’s clothing, a move he considered entirely normal for two people in a relationship.

Yet, Elissa hesitated, her reluctance palpable.

Apart from her pregnancy, she despised the relationship between Raphael and Sandra.

The mere thought of their rapport made her stomach churn with sickness.

But when Raphael persisted, she found it hard to resist.

Fear gripped her, worrying that any protest might endanger her unborn child.

Eventually, they found themselves entangled by the French window, succumbing to desire.

Raphael, mindful of Elissa’s condition, cautiously avoided putting pressure on her belly.

Instead, he sat her on his lap and held her close, finding a comfortable position for them.

they intertwined, beads of sweat

like glass, and she sunk her teeth into Raphael’s shoulder with a ferocity fueled

“I hate you, Raphael…”

his name into her mind with the same ferocity as

put forth an extreme demand to fuel Raphael’s hatred

another woman had left her feeling repulsed, causing

Elissa close as they tried to catch their

summoned her courage and knocked gently on

Jones, shall we serve

had caught his breath, Raphael responded in a low voice, “We will be there in thirty

”

until the sound of footsteps faded

had

his gaze, Raphael looked at the woman

washed over him, evident in the gentle tone of his voice as