A Chance For Happiness

03. THE FUCKERY HATH JUST BEGUN

Chance Camden is not nervous, or that's what he keeps telling himself, hoping if he says it enough he might start to believe it. He sits stiffly beside Nessie who's been quiet ever since he picked her up from work. He wonders if she's regretting her decision or if she's just as nervous as he is.

"So, where are we going?" she asks, breaking the awkward silence.

He shrugs. "Where would you like to go? On me, of course."

"Honestly, I just wanna go home, drink wine in the bathtub and order some takeout."

"Is there room for two in that equation?"

She gives him a look that makes him burn from within. "If you're good, we'll see."

He smirks, turning to the road. "One thing to know about me, Ness, I'm never good," he says, placing a hand on her thigh.

Nessie holds her breath, waiting to see what he'd do but he merely rubs her thigh, the simple act getting her hot and bothered.

"My place is not far from here," she gasps out, desperate to feel those hands all over her.

Chance smirks, patting her thigh. "Good girl," he praises, smug.

By the time they make it to Nessie's place, both of them were finding it hard to keep their hands off each other.

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"So, this is where you live?" he asks, studying her apartment like it's an ancient ruin or something.

Nessie nods, feeling self-conscious. Maybe it's not a good idea inviting the extremely rich guy to her shitty apartment.

"Me and my roommate, Ayo. They've got a fashion thing so it's just me for today."

"Really?" he says, a wolfish grin on his face.
Nessie rolls her eyes but she's loving it. "Is sex all you think about?"

He shrugs. "It's not all I think about, it's just what I think most about."

She snorts. "Right. I'm gonna go order us some takeout. How's Thai sound?"

"Perfect."

While she waits for the food to arrive, Nessie decides to take a quick shower and change into less ugly clothes, her bubble bath can wait a few more hours. Once she's showered, she wraps her locs in a messy bun before settling for a crop top and booty shorts.

She considers wearing a bra but she's not gonna make herself uncomfortable just to please a man she wanna fuck. Besides, knowing Chance, he'd most likely be ecstatic to see her boobs swinging free.
Pleased by what she sees in the mirror, she makes her way to the living room where Chance is apparently making himself at home. He's helped himself to a bottle of wine she and AY were saving for a special occasion, the plastic bag containing the takeout in his hand.

"The food came," he announces, handing her a mug filled with wine since they had no wineglasses. "I already paid, gave the fella a little something extra too."

"Mmm, I didn't know rich people tipped," she observes as she sips the wine. AY is so gonna be pissed.

"We don't but I'm a rarity. Uhh, I couldn't find your wineglasses," he remarks, taking out the food.

"That's 'cause we don't have any. We only drink wine on special occasions, I'm not sure my roommate would agree that this counts."

He shrugs. "No offense but this is not the sort of wine you save for a special occasion. I'll have my man send you guys something worth drinking."

She sits beside him on the couch, grabbing her food. "That wine was like fifty bucks."

"Taste like it too. Remind me to take you wine tasting sometime."