All Chapters of Second Chance Christmas : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stared out the floor to ceiling glass windows of the boardroom, my eyes fixated on white flakes of snow drifting down from the sky.The sight only further deepened my scowl, to some, the sight of the first snow would have been a magical thing but it only served as a reminder of the impending holiday. Christmas.“Ms Wilson,” I snapped out of my thoughts and swiveled my chair back to face my employees seated around the large oval table at the sound of my name.Leah who had called my attention was still standing by the projector, her dark gaze drifting around the room unsurely. I'd zoned out of most of the meeting, the realization had me clearing my throat as I quickly sat up.“What were you saying?,” I murmured in a dismissive tone, flipping through the pages of the proposal she was pitching which I'd already gone through the previous day and deemed worthy, if that weren't the case I wouldn't be sitting here and wasting my precious time.“I was saying, it would be a bonus to host Chri

I sighed in relief the second I pulled into the driveway of our home. My eyes drifting to the rearview mirror for a moment as I watched the kids in the backseat devour their ice cream with a small smile. Usually I wouldn't have let them indulge in ice cream unless it was the weekend but that was the only thing I could think of to distract them from the fact that I didn't want them to participate in the recital.Lucien was the stubborn and perceptive one of the twin, sometimes I wished he was less like me and more like his sister. Olivia on the other hand is the easygoing twin, as long as she gets her treats and gifts she's good.I chuckled lowly, proceeding to unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car. Reaching for the passenger door handle, I pulled it open and leaned down to unbuckle Olivia from her car seat.“Watch my ice cream mommy,” she whined, holding the cone away from her body so it wouldn't smudge my dress. “I see it baby,” I smiled, lifting her from the car seat and pl

I pulled up in front of the skyscraper building. I grabbed my bag off the passenger seat and exited my car, shutting the car door behind me and handing the keys to the valet, who stood with a professional smile on his face.He handed me my claim ticket before walking towards my car. I turned away from him, walking through the automatic sliding glass doors of the building and towards the elevator.I punched in the 33rd floor once I stepped into the elevator. I dug through my bag, pulling out my lipstick and taking a moment to reapply it and touch up my makeup so as to look less frazzled and more presentable. I was after all there for a business meeting.After double checking in the compact mirror and being satisfied with how I looked, I returned the lipstick and mirror back into my handbag before straightening up.The elevator doors slid open a second later, and I walked right into the opulent floor that housed the famous Casa Romana.I walked right up to the hostess, who had a smile s

The kiss was slow and gentle, almost feather-like, as he slipped his hand around my waist, holding my body firm against his before he pulled away just in time for the elevator doors to slide open. “Shall we?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips as he led us out of the building with his hand on the small of my back. When the valet handed me my car keys, he bid me goodnight, watching as I slipped into my car before turning and leaving while just sitting there in my car without a word. I thought back to the kiss and realized that I felt nothing when his lips touched mine—not the butterflies or the rush of adrenaline, nothing. I shook my head of the thoughts and started the car, ready to drive home, when I caught sight of someone familiar walking into the building. I blinked in surprise, looking back again, but he was gone. I sighed, shaking my head before putting the car into drive. I was starting to see things; first it was Kathryn, and now I thought I'd seen Ryan, which was

The drive back home was pensive and thick with tension. I kept throwing glances in the rearview mirror at the twins who were quiet, especially Lucien.He wouldn't even look at me, and the thought that I'd caused it hurt me so much. By the time we pulled up into the house, it was around noon, and as I unbuckled the twins from their car seats, they walked into the house without a word.I sighed, following behind them as I walked through the threshold of our home. Lola seemed surprised to see me and the twins home at that time because I hadn't planned to come home until dinner.“Welcome home, Ms. Wilson,” she said apprehensively, throwing a glance at the twins who were going up the stairs. I could see the question in her eyes to ask what was wrong, but she didn't dare utter a word in question.“Should I start on lunch while you get changed?” she asked when I turned to walk up the stairs after the children, and I paused, turning to her.“No. I'll call you when I need anything.” With that,